None of it seems real. Who knows? Maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s actually happening to someone else. Maybe it’s something I imagined. Maybe soon I’m going to wake up and find everything fixed with Lissa and Dimitri. We’ll all be together, and he’ll be there to smile and hold me and tell me everything ‘s going to be okay. Maybe all of this really has been a dream.
But I don’t think so.
What happened? Did a house fall on your sister?" I asked. Maybe there was a benefit to our language barrier. She pursed her lips.
"You can't stay here much longer," she said.
My mouth dropped open.
"You...you speak English?"
She snorted. "Of course.
Abe shook his head, and now the smile was gone altogether. "That's not the reason either. Don't lie to me little girl."
I felt my hackles going up. "And don't interrogate me, old man.
Life’s like that. As we grow and change, some things we’ve experienced before take on new meaning. It’ll happen for the rest of your life.
Richelle MeadI couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was.
Richelle MeadWe?" I asked.
Of course. I'm not leaving you alone on this, no matter what. You know I'd never abandon you.
That's pretty weird—and when I say something's weird, you know it's serious.
Richelle MeadYou aren't afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you're terrified of letting anyone in.
Richelle MeadNone of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was "usually" and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and really pissed off Russian guy.
Richelle MeadIf not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.
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