Richelle Mead - The Indigo Spell (2013)

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He didn't see me looking at him, but I could tell the ceremony was having the same effect on him. He was enraptured. It was a rare and sweet look for him, reminding me of the tortured artist that lived beneath the sarcasm. I liked that about Adrian—not the tortured part, but the way he could feel so deeply and then transform those emotions into art.

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What were you thinking?" I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. "Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in?" Adrian grinned. "Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists.

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And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too.

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He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.

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Sage. He laughed. I'm into anything, so long as you're with me.

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Adrian might be brash and impertinent, but he knew how to move. Maybe dance lessons had been part of growing up in an elite tier of Moroi society. Or maybe he was just naturally skilled at using his body. That kiss has certainly show a fair amount of talent...

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Sydney! Stop. Think of something else. Conjugate Latin verbs. Recite the periodic table.

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Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian.

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It doesn't matter, said Adrian, smiling. He rested a hand on my shoulder. Some things are worth the trouble.

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The problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening.

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But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy. Already crazy about you, Sage.

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Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—

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Adrian suddenly made an abrupt turn onto a side street we'd nearly driven past. I jerked upright as he clipped the curb. "What are you doing? Think about your tires!

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You will not! It's wrong." "What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?

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Sometimes it's worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.

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I didn't realize when I brought him back here that you'd inflict more damage." I said, once I'd finished the story. "I was defending your honor." Adrian gave me that devil-may-care smile that always managed to both infuriate and captivate me. "Pretty manly, huh?

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He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I am the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you.

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I'm not dangerous, I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. You are to me. And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.

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I tried to dredge up the same reaction other girls had around Marcus, but nothing happened. No matter how hard I tried, I just didn't have that same attraction His hair was too blond, I decided. And his eyes needed a little more green.

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In this one terrified moment, my mind couldn't focus on any of it. I've forgotten everything. No, you haven't. His voice in the darkness was calm and reassuring. He smoothed back my hair and pressed one of those half kisses to my forehead. Just relax and focus." His reasonable words centered me and allowed the gears of logic that ran my life to take over again.

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Where are the dogs?" I asked. "At training," he said. "I have a friend who's an expert dog trainer, and he's giving them some stealth lessons. He used to work for a local K-9 unit." I didn't think it was in the Chihuahua genetic code to ever be stealthy.

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If I was drunk, I wouldn't be here at all. And really, this is pretty good for four White Russians. White what? I almost sat down but was afraid the chair might dematerialize beneath me. It's a drink, he said. You'd think I wouldn't be into something named that—you know, considering my own personal experience with Russians. But they're surprisingly delicious. The drinks, not real Russians.

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You're presumptuous and arrogant and a whole lot of other things if you think I've changed my mind. You see, that's just it. There he was again, moving into my space. I think you like the 'other things.

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