Yeah? What'd you name all those cats?" Death, Famine, Pestilence, War, and Mr. Whiskers." You named your cats after the riders of the apocal--wait. Mr. Whiskers?" Well, there are only four horsemen.
Richelle MeadExcept, now that I donโt have a car, I canโt really make good on my birthday promise.โ Sydney thought about it for several moments. โWell. Iโve got a car.โ An hour later, I vowed Iโd never make fun of that Mazda again.
Richelle MeadI steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...] Instead he kissed me.
Richelle MeadIโm sorry maโam,โ I said. Really, I had no idea what else to say. Iโd spent the weekend caught up in an epic battle to save humanity, and nowโฆ jean shorts?
Richelle MeadSitting beside Abe was Adrian Ivashkov--my more-or-less boyfriend. Adrian was a royal Moroi--and another spirit user like Lissa. He'd been crazy about me (and often just crazy) ever since we first met
Richelle MeadSeth laughed when he saw me. โHey,โ I said, poking him with my foot, โbe nice.โ โI think this is the first time Iโve ever seen you look anything less thanโฆโ He paused, playing with word choice. โWell-planned.โ โWhy, you silver-tongued romantic devil. That is the look I usually go for. Other women go for sexy or chic or beautiful. But me? Well-planned all the way.โ โYou know what I mean. Besides, unplanned isnโt a bad look for you. Not bad at all.โ His voice sounded deliciously low and dangerous, and something ignited between us as we held each otherโs eyes.
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