His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He’d moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
A gun I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought. I’d spent my life focusing… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It's like living in a retirement home! Clarence is taking a nap right now, and he eats at five. It's so boring."… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth—so, so warm, despite his cold skin—had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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“A piece of heaven?" I managed to ask. He slowly shook his head. "No. The other place. The one I'm going to burn in… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
When I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,” Peter explained, “but that we should go ahead and draw for… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
It was a nephilim.” “A nephi-what?” asked Hugh, startled. “Isn’t that a character on Sesame Street?” Peter spoke up for the first time. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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Is it true? You had a clean getaway and risked it all for me?" I Swallowed. "It wouldn't have been a clean getaway without… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
