โMa'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 MeadShouldn't that be flipped right-side up?" I asked. "No," she said, eyes on the cards. After several moments of heavy silence, said, "You will destroy that which is undead." I waited about thirty seconds for her to continue, but she didn't. "Wait, that's it?" She nodded. "That's what the cards say to me.
Richelle MeadHe exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. "Look, Rose. You donโt have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. Youโve already got me.
Richelle MeadJerome sighed and set down his fork. "Are you still doing that, Georgie? Don't I suffer enough without having to endure the humiliation of a succubus who moonlights as a Christmas elf?" "You always said I should quit the bookstore and find something else to do," I reminded him. "Yes, but that was because I thought you'd go on to do something respectable. Like become a stripper or the Mayor's mistress.
Richelle MeadDo you go see her?" "No," I said, refusing to acknowledge that I'd just seen Lissa last night. "That's not my life anymore." "Right. Your life is all about dangerous vigilante missions." "You wouldn't understand anything that isn't drinking, smoking, or womanizing." He shook his head. "You're the only one I want, Rose." "Well, you can keep feeling that way, but you're going to have to keep waiting." "Much longer?" He asked me. "I don't know." Hope blossomed on Adrian's face. "That's the most optimistic thing you've told me so far.
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