No," Dimitri interrupted gently. He moved his face toward mine, our foreheads nearly touching. "It won't happen to you. You're too strong. You'll fight it, just like you did this time." "I only did because you were here." He wrapped his arms around me, and I buried my face in his chest. "I can't do it by myself," I whispered. "You can," he said. There was a tremulous note in his voice. "You're strongโyou're so, so strong. It's why I love you.
Richelle MeadKill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.โ โChrist, Kincaid, what did you say to him?โ murmured Doug. โWell,โ I told Doug, โI ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out.โ Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded. โThen I saidโnot knowing who he wasโthat Iโd be Seth Mortensenโs love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.
Richelle MeadI couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was.
Richelle MeadAs much as I hated to admit it, I kind of looked forward to seeing him. It made no sense, but something about his infuriating nature made me forget about my other worries. Weirdly, I felt like I could relax around him.
Richelle MeadEerily, the coronation was kind of a reverse of Tatianaสนs funeral. What was the old saying? The queen is dead. Long live the queen
Richelle MeadKeith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.
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