I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again.
Richelle MeadI clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart away.
Richelle MeadJill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.
Richelle MeadWhoa, Dimitri," I said, tossing my bag on the floor. "I realize this is actually a current hit in Eastern Europe right now, but do you think we could maybe listen to something that wasn't recorded before I was born?” Only his eyes flicked toward me; the rest of his posture remained the same. "What does it matter to you? I'm the one who's going to be listening to it. You'll be outside running.
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