When he finished, he drank from the cup. Everyone else did too, so I followed suit. And nearly choked to death. It was like fire in liquid form. It took every ounce of strength I had to swallow it and not spray it on those around me. "Wh...what is this?" I asked, coughing. Viktoria grinned. "Vodka." I peered at the glass. "No, it isn't. I've had vodka before." "Not Russian vodka." Apparently not.
Richelle MeadWhat...what are you doing?" "I won't know," he said with a grin. He took a step towards me. "But I'm pretty sure you were doing it too.
Richelle MeadLove in the real world doesnโt usually work out the way stories make us think it should. We donโt always get fairy-tale endings. People split up and move on. Just because you love someone doesnโt mean you canโt love someone else.โ - Georgina to Brandy
Richelle MeadPlus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me. It was going to be a long six weeks.
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