Weirdly, an image of Adrianโs Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping it apart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better.
Richelle MeadI disconnected as a sleepy Seth stepped out of the bedroom. โWhoโs Dante? Was that a collect call to the Inferno?โ โThey wonโt accept the charges,โ I murmured.
Richelle MeadI think itโs more like a shirt that says, โIโm going to have to end this date early so I can go prepare my Power Point presentation
Richelle MeadHe's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.
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