Don't cut it," he said gruffly. "But no one'll see my tattoos if I don't." "Wear it up." -Dimitri, Rose, Dimitri
Richelle Mead"I'm sure it is," she replied. Her expression turned fierce, making her look far different from the scattered teacher I knew. "But listen to me when I say this. You are exceptional, talented, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you're less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone - not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee - push you around." She put her glasses back on and began randomly lifting up pieces of papers. At last, she found a pen and grinned triumphantly. "Now, then. What is your brother's name?"
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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