None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was "usually" and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and really pissed off Russian guy.
Richelle MeadJill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.
Richelle MeadI couldnโt help it,โ I said, knowing how lame that sounded. It was as bad as Angelineโs โitโs not my faultโ mantra.
Richelle MeadYouโฆyou need to move on,โ I managed. Yes, that was a sound reason. โYou need to find someone else. You know I donโtโthat I canโt. Well, you know. Youโre wasting your time with me.โ He remained firm. โItโs my time to waste.
Richelle MeadHe shouldn't have said that," repeated Adrian, eerily serious. He leaned his face toward mine. "I don't care if he's not the emotional type or the complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him, I would have said, 'You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth.
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