Even I make mistakes." I put on my brash, overconfident face. "I know it's hard to believeโkind of surprises me myselfโbut I guess it has to happen. It's probably some kind of karmic way to balance out the universe. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair to have one person so full of awesomeness.
Richelle MeadWhat's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lissa. "I hear that from women a lot," said Adrian. Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance.
Richelle MeadHe froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. Iโd always told him the cologne couldnโt be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.
Richelle MeadNot into older guys, huh?" asked Adrian once we were alone. "You're imagining things," I said. "Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind.
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Richelle MeadIs he... is Dimitri a Strigoi?" Mason hesitated only a moment, like he was afraid to answer me, and thenโhe nodded. My heart shattered. My world shattered.
Richelle MeadWhen I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,โ Peter explained, โbut that we should go ahead and draw for him.โ โDraw?โ I asked uneasily. โOh Lord. Tell me itโs not Pictionary night too.โ Peter sighed wearily. โDraw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?โ โSecret Santas? Seems like we just did that,โ I said. โYeah, a year ago,โ said Peter. โJust like we do very Christmas.
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