Also, I didn’t trust any guy who used more styling products than I did.
Richelle MeadMots clés sydney-sage
Can we go back to the part about Moroi girls hanging out in LA?" asked Adrian hopefully.
"Can you direct me to some of the…oh, let’s say, more open-minded ones?
Mots clés adrian-ivashkov
Not much could have distracted me from coffee, but hearing Julius Caesar quoted at Spencer’s certainly did.
Richelle MeadMots clés sydney-sage
Roza, my self-control is ten times stronger than yours." I opened my eyes, shifting to look into his. I brushed his hair back and smiled, certain my heart would expand until there was nothing left of me. "Oh yeah? That's not the impression I just got."
"Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.
None of you appreciate me. Why is it so hard to believe that I could make a real contribution in these dark times?
Richelle MeadMots clés adrian-ivashkov
Of course, it wouldn’t have mattered if I’d seen it coming or not. Adrian was totally unsuitable for me, and it had nothing to do with his many vices or potential descent into insanity. Adrian was a vampire. True, he was a Moroi—one of the good, living vampires—but it made no difference. Humans and vampires couldn’t be together. This was one point the Moroi and Alchemists stood firmly together on. It was still amazing to me that Adrian had voiced those feelings to me. It was amazing that he could even have them or that he’d had the nerve to kiss me, even if it was a kiss that had left me dizzy and breathless.
I’d had to reject him, of course. My training would allow nothing less. Our situation here in Palm Springs forced the two us to constantly be together in social situations, and it had been rough since his declaration. For me, it wasn’t just the awkwardness of our new relationship. I…well, I missed him. Before this debacle, he and I had been friends and spent a lot of time together. I’d gotten used to his smirky smile and the quick banter that always flowed between us. Until those things were gone, I hadn’t realized how much I relied on them. How much I needed them. I felt empty inside...which was ridiculous, of course. Why should I care so much about one vampire?
Sometimes it made me angry. Why had he ruined such a good thing between us? Why had he made me miss him so much? And what had he expected me to do? He had to have known it was impossible for us to be together. I couldn’t have feelings for him. I couldn’t. If we’d lived among the Keepers—a group of uncivilized vampires, humans, and dhampirs—maybe he and I could have…no. Even if I had feelings for him—and I firmly told myself I didn’t—it was wrong for us to even consider such a relationship.
Now, Adrian spoke to me as little as possible. And always, always, he watched me with a haunted look in his green eyes, one that made my heart ache and—
There was nothing I loved more than teasing Dimitri. Well, aside from maybe kissing him.
Richelle MeadAnd I figured you'd drive a four-hour round-trip before giving up your car to someone else
Richelle MeadMots clés funny-and-random
I’m not dangerous,” I breathed.
He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.”
And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.
Mots clés kissing adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
A strange, warm feeling swirled in my chest, and for a brief moment, when I looked at him, I saw...safety
Richelle MeadMots clés love cuteness heartwarming
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