You remember our talk about purpose and meaning?" he asked me, the smile disappearing. "Well, I think this might be mine. I think this is what I was meant to do, Georgina.
Richelle MeadโMa'am?โ She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. โHmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne.โ โMelrose,โ I corrected. โAre you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia.โ โWell, my first name is Sydney,โ I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.
Richelle MeadNever thought Iโd see the day when youโd throw your arms around a vam - someone like me
Richelle MeadMy captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouthโso, so warm, despite his cold skinโhad kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing into my neck and the sweet bliss that followed... He looked exactly the same too, with that chalky white pallor and red-ringed eyes that so conflicted with the soft, chin-length brown hair and otherwise gorgeous lines of his face. He even had a leather duster on.
Richelle Mead