"Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time." I turned and met the amused eyes of Christian Ozera, a onetime annoyance who'd become a good friend. So good, in fact, that in my joyous zeal, I reached out and hugged him - something he clearly didn't expect. I was surprising everyone today. "Whoa, whoa," he said backing up, flushing. "It figures. You're the only girl who'd get all emotional about the thought of killing. I don't even want to think about what goes on when you and Ivashkov are alone."
Richelle MeadI've lost someone, too; someone I loved. I know how you feel." - Does it get easier? "Yes. But you'll never be the same again.
Richelle MeadSex had been amazing, but it wasn't a magical cure for everything. Damn. Somewhere along the way, I'd picked up common sense.
Richelle MeadAdrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, youโre the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter youโve been since the day I met you.โ Finally, he put โbeautifulโ at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared. โSweet talker,โ I scoffed. โYou didnโt know anything about me the first time we met.โ โI knew you were beautiful,โ he said. โI just hoped for the rest.
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