His warmth was all around me, as was his love, and again, I felt that completeness. I had that missing piece of my word back. The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal. Not only that, I had my life back -my own life. I would protect Lissa, I would serve, but I was finally my own person.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: rose-hathaway
Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you."
"Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead?
Stichwörter: rose-hathaway adrian-ivashkov
I hate it when you're the sane one. That's my job.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: rose-hathaway
Dimitri seemed like the kind of guy you could throw into the wilderness and he would survive off anything.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: rose-hathaway
If 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 MeadStichwörter: rose-hathaway sydney-sage
Sydney might not be an expert in personal relationships but puzzles were familiar territory.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: rose-hathaway sydney-sage
His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: rose-hathaway dimitri-belikov
... I thought with all this freedom and self-discovery and expression of our love stuff that we could finally stop with the whole Zen master wisdom and practical advice crap.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: rose-hathaway
Stay back,"I warned. "Stay away from him." They kept coming. "Stay back!" I yelled. They stopped. Except for one. "Rose," came a soft voice. "Drop the sword." My hands shook. I swallowed. "Get away from us." "Rose." The voice spoke again, a voice that my soul would have known anywhere. Hesitantly, I let myself finally become aware of my surroundings, let the details sink in. I let my eyes focus on the features of the man standing there. Dimitri's brown eyes, gentle and firm, looking down on me. "It's okay," he said. "Everything's going to be okay. You can let go of the sword." My hands shook even harder as I fought to hold on to the hilt. "I can't." The words hurt coming out. "I can't leave him alone. I have to protect him." " you have," said Dimitri. The sword fell out of my hands, landing with a clatter on the wooden floor. I followed, collapsing on all fours, anything to cry but unable to. Dimitri's arms wrapped around me as he helped me up. Voices swarmed around us, and one by one, I recognised people I knew and trusted.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: dead rose-hathaway mason dimitri-belikov
Rose," said my mother. For once in my life, she sounded unsure about herself. Scared, maybe. "Mia said you wanted to see me." I didn't answer. I didn't look at her. "What...what do you need?" I didn't know what I needed. I didn't know what to do. The stinging in my eyes grew unbearable, and before I knew it, I was crying. Big, painful sobs seized my body. The tears I'd held back so long poured down my face. The fear and grief I'd refused to let myself feel finally burst free, burning in my chest. I could scarcely breathe. My mother put her arms around me, and I buried my face in her chest, sobbing even harder. "I know," she said softly, tightening her grip on me. "I understand.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: rose-hathaway guardian-hathaway
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