In this one terrified moment, my mind couldnโt focus on any of it. โIโve forgotten everything.โ โNo, you havenโt.โ His voice in the darkness was calm and reassuring. He smoothed back my hair and pressed one of those half kisses to my forehead. โJust relax and focus." โHis reasonable words centered me and allowed the gears of logic that ran my life to take over again.
Richelle MeadBy the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy. Hey, no one said high school was easy.
Richelle MeadHe exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. "Look, Rose. You donโt have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. Youโve already got me.
Richelle MeadMy God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?" That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?" "The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.
Richelle Mead