I left the clinic in a daze that had nothing to do with my head injury. Clear up in a week or so? How could Dr. Olendzki speak so lightly about this? I was going to look like a mutant for Christmas and most of the ski trip. I had a black eye. A freaking black eye. And my mother had given it to me.
Richelle MeadShe snuggled back under the blanket with me, turned toward me so that she could rest her head on my chest. โI hear your heart,โ she said. โDo you check every once in a while, just to make sure Iโm not undead?
Richelle MeadMentorโs Official and Complete Procedural Handbook on Initial Succubus Intake and Probationary Period (Abridged). โAbridged?โ I spun toward Jerome. โTell me youโre getting back at me for the time I accused you of wearing Old Spice.โ โThat oneโs still coming,โ said the demon. โThis oneโs for real.
Richelle MeadDid you know that it's a lot harder to put organs back in the body than it is to get them out?
Richelle MeadI can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school?
Richelle MeadI canโt have it either. It affects the babies in utero.โ โNonsense,โ he said, tossing his long auburn hair over one shoulder. Life would be easier if he wasnโt so damned good-looking. โWhy, my mother drank wine every day, and I turned out just fine.โ โI think youโre proving my point for me,โ I said dryly
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