Abe's face came back into focus. "Greetings, Zmey," I said weakly. Somehow, him being here didn't surprise me. "Nice of you to slither on in." He shook his head, wearing a rueful smile. "I think you've outdone me when it comes to sneaking around dark corners. I thought you were on your way back to Montana." "Next time, make sure you write a few more details into your bargains. Or just pack me up and send me back to the U. S. For real." "Oh," he said, "that's exactly what I intend to do." He kept smiling as he said it, but somehow, I had a feeling he wasn't joking.
Richelle MeadNot true,โ said Adrian. โAll guys mean the same thing when they want to โget to know a girl better.โ Youโre a wellbred young lady, so I understand why youโd be too innocent to understand. Good thing youโve got me here to interpret.
Richelle MeadWhen you say โold friend,โ are we talking, like...since the Ice Age?โ โNo. Of course not.โ โOh.โ โItโs only been about four hundred years.โ โAh. Yes. Only four hundred.โ A wry expression spread over his face. โBeing with you is a continual experiment in perspective. Among other things.
Richelle MeadSomething clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes.
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