Seth moved behind me, his presence steady and reassuring. Waiting to catch me, even though I refused to fall just yet.
Richelle MeadNo,''he said.''I was a Strigoi. I was one of them. I did...terrible things.'' The words were mild, but the tone of his voice spoke legions. The radiant faces of his family turned sober.''I was lost. Beyond hope. Except...Rose believed in me. Rose never gave up.
Richelle MeadYeah. Rose." Jill sighed and stared vacantly ahead. "She's all he sees when he closes his eyes. Flashing dark eyes and a body full of fire and energy. No matter how much he tries to forget her, no matter how much he drinks . . . she's always there. He can't escape her.
Richelle MeadAre you kidding? He's arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, andโoh." Okay. Maybe she had a point.
Richelle MeadWow,โ said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. โThis is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?โ โI have no words,โ I said honestly. He patted the spot beside him. โWant to try it out?
Richelle MeadOh, so that's why you're up here. For a pity party." "This isn't a joke. I'm serious." I could tell Lissa was getting angry. It was trumping her earlier distress. He shrugged and leaned casually against the sloping wall. "So am I. I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought the hats. What do you want to mope about first? How it's going to take you a whole day to be popular and loved again? How you'll have to wait a couple weeks before Hollister can ship out some new clothes? If you spring for rush shipping, it might not be so long.
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