Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn’t I be locked away… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things— — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn't want to hear Jerome chastise me for… — 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
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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
