My 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 MeadIโm not a violent person, Sydney. Not at all. Iโll make love over war any day. But I swear, if theyโd hurt youโโ โThey didnโt,โ I said firmly. I refused to let him know how scared Iโd been because I was afraid he might go after them. โIโm fine. You came to the rescue.โ A smile played at his lips. โSomething tells me you wouldโve rescued yourself.โ And like that, the smile vanished. โBut spirit wouldโve been a lot more effective than a branch.โ โYour treejitsu was very effective.
Richelle Mead