He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. "Look, Rose. You donโt have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. Youโve already got me.
Richelle MeadDierdre the counselor must not have had much of a life, because she scheduled our next appointment on a Sunday. I wasn't so thrilled about it, seeing as it wasn't just my day off-it was also the day my friends had off. Orders were orders, however, so I grudgingly showed up.
Richelle Mead