You have the patience of a saint," I grumbled, slouching into a chair. "And besides, you don't hang out with him 24/7." "Neither will you. It's only 24/6." "Same difference. It might as well be 24/10." She frowned. "That doesn't make any sense.
Richelle MeadItโs as easy as we choose to make it,โ he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. โAt least, this decision is. Nothingโs truly easy, Georgina. Love and life . . . theyโre wonderful, but theyโre hard. We may mess up again. We have to be strong and decide if we can still go forward, even when things arenโt perfect.
Richelle MeadFeminist,โ he said, clearly amused. โNext youโll be telling us you hate men.โ She gave him a blank look. โI only hate stupid men who donโt actually understand what โfeministโ means.โ He laughed. โYou run into a lot of men like that?โ โAll the time.โ โReally?โ โEven as we speak, Nick.โ โOh no she didnโt,โ said Peter. I groaned.
Richelle MeadAll that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle Iโd just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that Iโd also signed myself up for disaster, but I didnโt care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us.
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