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I Saw Something In His Pretty Green Eyes That I Had Never Seen Before: Anger. They Were Like Emerald Fire

Who Else Is Going?" I Asked. He Shrugged. "just You And Me." My Mood Promptly Shot Up Past 'cheerful' And Went Straight To 'estatic.' Me And Dimitri. Alone. In A Car. This Might Very Well Be Worth A Surprise Test. "how Far Is It?" Silently, I Begged For It To Be A Really Long Drive. Like, One That Would Take A Week. And Would Involve Us Staying Overnight In Luxury Hotels. Maybe We'd Get Stranded In A Snowbank, And Only Body Heat Would Keep Us Alive. "five Hours" "oh." A Bit Less Than I'd Hoped For. Still, Five Hours Was Better Than Nothing. It Didn't Rule Out The Snowbank Possibility, Either.

Since When Do We Even Play Games?” “since When Don’t We Play Games? Games Of Life, Games Of Death. Games Of Love, Of Hope, Of Chance, Of Despair, And Of All The Myriad Wonders In Between.” I Rolled My Eyes At The Newcomer. “hello, Carter.

I Still Couldn’t Stop The Sick Feeling Rising In My Stomach. “this Could Be A Disaster.” “how? If Anyone Even Finds It—and It’s Not Just Sitting Under A Table Right Now—they’ll Just Have A Good Laugh At Our Sappy Talk. No One’s Going To Be Like, ‘aha! Proof Of An Illicit Human-and-vampire Affair.

Because I’ve Got A Lot More Terms Of Endearment To Use. Honey Pie. Sugarplum. Bread Pudding," “why Are They All High-calorie Foods?