When he finished, he drank from the cup. Everyone else did too, so I followed suit. And nearly choked to death. It was like fire in liquid form. It took every ounce of strength I had to swallow it and not spray it on those around me. "Wh...what is this?" I asked, coughing. Viktoria grinned. "Vodka." I peered at the glass. "No, it isn't. I've had vodka before." "Not Russian vodka." Apparently not.
Richelle MeadWhat matters is that someoneโthat youโknow me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend.
Richelle MeadThe incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging by the look on the girl's face, it was.
Richelle MeadItโs okay. Everythingโs going to be okay. You can let go of the sword." "I canโt. I canโt leave him alone. I have to protect him." "You have.
Richelle MeadI wonโt lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop. โIโm no expert,โ I began, choosing my words carefully. โWellโactually, I am. And Iโm pretty sure there are certain things we have to do before you need to be reading that.
Richelle MeadIf someone had asked who could stage the best intervention with a crazy woman who had formerly been an undead monster, Sydney Sage would have been my last guess.
Richelle MeadI'd never expected my first time to be in a cabin in the woods, but I realized the place didn't matter. The person did. With someone you loved, you could be anywhere, and it would be incredible. Being in the most luxurious bed in the world wouldn't matter if you were with someone you didn't love.
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