A gun I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought. Iโd spent my life focusing on hand to hand combat, learning to dodge fangs and powerful hands that could snap my neck. A gun? It was soโฆ well, easy. Should I be insulted? I didnโt know. Did it matter? I didnโt know that either. All I knew in that moment was that I was going to die, regardless.
Richelle MeadIt was near curfew time, and I was dropping him off for the night. He shook his head. "Rose, I don't know if you're crazy or not, but I'm actually starting to think you might be the best guardian- or soon-to-be guardian- out there." "Did you just give me a serious compliment?" I asked. He turned his back on me and headed inside his dorm. "Good night.
Richelle MeadสบYour hair was beautiful too. All of you. You were amazing when we first met, and somehow, inexplicably, youสนve come even farther. Youสนve always been pure, raw energy, and now you control it. Youสนre the most amazing woman Iสนve ever met, and Iสนm glad to have had that love for you in my life. I regret losing it.สบ He grew pensive. สบI would give anythingโanythingโin the world to go back and change history. To run into your arms after Lissa brought me back. To have a life with you. Itสนs too late, of course, but Iสนve accepted it.สบ
Richelle MeadDon't get caught up in fashion games. These kids probably think we're old, nark conformists or something, but really, they're just conforming in their own ways. They're conforming to nonconformity.
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