How is Angeline?โ asked Dimitri. โIs she improving?โ Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions. โImproving how exactly?โ I asked. โIn combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?โ โOr in turning off caps-lock?โ added Eddie. โYou noticed that too?โ I asked. โHard not to,โ he said.
Richelle MeadOnly what?โ I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. โOnlyโฆ more human.โ And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. โGet out,โ I said.
Richelle MeadKnowing Lissa missed me hurt almost more than if she'd completely written me off. I'd never wanted to hurt her. Even when I'd resented her for feeling like she was controlling my life, I'd never hated her. I loved her like a sister and couldn't stand the thought of her suffering now on my behalf. How had things gotten so screwed up between us?
Richelle MeadWe're the same! Even Sonya says we are. We've always been the same, and we're both acting the same stupid way now! We hold ourselves to higher standards than everyone else.
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