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 MeadTurning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me. I sighed. This trip might take awhile. "Then start walking, Rose," I muttered to myself. I set off, off to kill the man I loved.
Richelle MeadAdrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, youโre the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter youโve been since the day I met you.โ Finally, he put โbeautifulโ at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared. โSweet talker,โ I scoffed. โYou didnโt know anything about me the first time we met.โ โI knew you were beautiful,โ he said. โI just hoped for the rest.
Richelle MeadWhy does it have to be so cut-and-dried? In your view, I either have to hate them or be in league with them. Thereโs a middle ground, you know. I can still be loyal to the Alchemists and on friendly terms with vampires and dhampirs.
Richelle MeadJohn Cusack is standing over there.โ I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. โThatโs not John Cusack. Thatโs Jerome.โ โSeriously?โ โYup. I told you he looked like John Cusack.โ โKeyword: looked. That guy doesnโt look like him. That guy is him.
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