I still couldnโt stop the sick feeling rising in my stomach. โThis could be a disaster.โ โHow? If anyone even finds itโand itโs not just sitting under a table right nowโtheyโll just have a good laugh at our sappy talk. No oneโs going to be like, โAha! Proof of an illicit human-and-vampire affair.
Richelle MeadI loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.
Richelle MeadThen why are you crying?โ โBecause of you!โ I beat my fists on his chest. โBecause I love you, and I donโt know what to do! I can solve almost any problem, but I canโt solve this. I donโt know how to deal with that. And Iโm afraid! Afraid for you! Do you know what itโd do to me if something happens to you?โ I stopped hitting him and clasped my hands over my own chest, as though there was a danger my heart might fall out. โThis! This would break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble until it was dust.โ I dropped my hands. โBlown away on the wind until there was nothing left.
Richelle MeadDo what? Come up with a clever pun referencing Jerome's demonic status? The truth is, I usually keep a stash of them on hand andโ
Richelle MeadWhen she left for a third time and returned with a giant box, I started to get irate. "What is this?" I demanded, taking it from her. It felt like it had bricks in it. "Grandmother needs you to carry some things," Paul told me. "Yes," I said through gritted teeth. "I sort of figured that out fifty pounds ago.
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