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“But when I touch you, your aura â€� it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?â€� He used that hand to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?â€� There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Whatever happened to the dragon?"

I mustered my primmest tone. "He has a name, you know."

Adrian pulled back and gave me a curious look. "I didn't know, actually. What'd you decide on?"

"Hopper." When Adrian laughed, I added, "Best rabbit ever. He'd be proud to know his name is being passed on."
"Yes, I'm sure he would. Did you name the Mustang too?"
"I think you mean the Ivashkinator."

He stared at me in wonder. "I told you I loved you, right?
"Yes," I assured him. "Many times.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Piece of Heaven?"

"No, that other place I'm going to go to for thinking what I'm thinking.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding."

“Why are they all high-calorie foods?”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I’m not a warrior or a goddess,â€� I said at last.

Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Sometimes it's worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“You know," he said, "under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day."

I crossed my arms and sat on the bed. I did so out of simple fatigue, but a moment later, I was struck by what I was doing. This is where Adrian sleeps. I'm touching the covers he's wrapped in every night. What does he wear? Does he wear anything?

I jumped up.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. “I’m not dangerous,â€� I breathed.

He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.�

And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“The Alchemistsâ€� beliefs are my beliefs,â€� I say quickly.

She arched an eyebrow. “Are they? I would hope your beliefs would be your beliefs.�

I’d never thought about it that way before, but I suddenly hoped desperately that her words were true.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I was so distracted when walking out of the restroom that I hadn't noticed Rose standing nearby with Dimitri Belikov. They stood arm in arm, smiling at my surprise. I hadn't seen Dimitri tonight, and his black and white guardian attire told me why. He was on duty here and had undoubtedly been one of the shadows darting among the trees of the greenhouse, keeping a watch on everyone. He must be on break now because there was no way he'd be standing so casually here, even with Rose, otherwise. And really, "casual" for Dimitri meant he could still leap into battle at any moment.

They were a striking couple. His dark-haired, dark-eyed looks matched hers, and they were both dazzlingly attractive. It was no wonder Adrian had fallen for her, and I felt surprised at how uncomfortable that memory made me. Like Sonya and Mikhail, there was a bond of love between Rose and Dimitri and Rose that was almost palpable.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“You will not! It's wrong."
"What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Let me get this straight. The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year-old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically - yet skillfully - kissing you on top of silverware and china?”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Maybe I was in love, but I was still me, after all.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I know I’m not supposed to say this," he said. "But I think I love you more than ever.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Propriety's never been Adrian's strong suit.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“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.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“So,â€� I said at last, staring at my hands. “How’s, uh, your car?â€�

“I left it out on the street. Figured it’ll be fine there while I’m gone.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“He nodded toward the sub. "This is going to be a blow-off day."

I dragged my mind away from magical intrigue. After being homeschooled for most of my life, some parts of the "normal" school world was a mystery. "What does that mean, exactly."

"Usually teacher leave subs a lesson plan, telling them what to do. I saw Ms. Terwilliger left. It said, 'Distract them.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Do you really want him to get over you?”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“If I keep loving you, maybe you'll crack and love me too.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Sage, I distinctly remember every part of that night. You didn’t seem that unwilling. You were practically on top of me.â€�
“I don’t really remember the details,� I lied.
He moved his hand from my neck and rested a fingertip on my lips. “But I’ll stick to just kissing these if it makes you feel better. No mark.� He started to lean toward me, and I jerked away.
“You will not! It’s wrong.�
“What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?�
“Both,� I said, feeling my cheeks burn. “If you’re going to attempt something inappropriate—something you said you wouldn’t do anymore—then you could at least pick a better place.�
He laughed softly, and the look in his eyes confused me further. “Okay,� he said. “The next time I kiss you, I promise it’ll be in a more romantic place.�
“I—what? No! You shouldn’t try at all!”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I’ll be damned. You found him.â€�
“Thanks to you,� I said.
Adrian glanced over at me. A smile started to form—and then instantly dried up. “What happened to your face?�
“Oh.Marcus hit me.�
I’d never seen Adrian move so fast. Marcus had no chance to react, probably because he was exhausted from our earlier encounter. Adrian shoved Marcus up against a wall and—to my complete and utter astonishment—punched Marcus.
Adrian had once joked that he never dirtied his hands, so this was something I never could have prepared myself for. In fact, if Adrian was going to attack someone, I would’ve expected something magical and spirit-driven.
Yet . . . as I watched him, I could see that anything as thoughtful as magic was far from Adrian’s mind. He had kicked into primal mode. See a threat. Go after it.
It was yet another surprising—yet fascinating—side of the enigma that was Adrian Ivashkov.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I’m not dangerous,â€� I breathed.
He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the
world around me faded. The noise, the smoke . . . it was gone. All that mattered
was the taste of his mouth, a mix of cloves and mints. There was a fierceness in his kiss, a desperation . . . and I answered, just as hungry for him. I didn’t stop
him when he pulled me closer, so that I almost sat on his lap. I’d never been
wrapped around someone’s body like that, and I was shocked at how eagerly
mine responded. His arm went around my waist, pulling me onto him further,
and his other hand slid up the back of my neck, getting entangled in my hair.
Amazingly, the wig stayed on. He took his lips away from my mouth, gently
trailing kisses down to my neck. I tipped my head back, gasping when the
intensity returned to his mouth. There was an animalistic quality that sent shock
waves through the rest of my body. Some Alchemist voice warned me that this
was exactly how a vampire would feed, but I had no fear. Adrian wouldn’t hurt
me, and I needed to know just how hard he could kiss me and�
“Oh my God!�
Adrian and I jerked apart as though someone had thrown cold water on us,
though our legs stayed entangled.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Miss Melbourne?
“Yes, ma’am?�
“You might want to do something about your neck.�
I was totally lost. “My neck?�
She reached into her purse and handed me a compact mirror. I opened it and
surveyed my neck, still trying to figure out what she could be talking about.
Then I saw it. A small, brownish purple bruise on the side of my neck.
“What on earth is that?� I exclaimed.
Ms. Terwilliger snorted. “Although it’s been a while for me, I believe the technical term is a hickey.� She paused and arched an eyebrow. “You do know what that is, don’t you?�
“Of course I know!� I lowered the mirror. “But there’s no way—I mean, we barely—that is—�

I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.

We had another minute before we would reach my dorm, so I sent a quick text
to Adrian: "I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again."
I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: "Okay. I won’t kiss you on your neck again."
So typical of him. "No! You can’t ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance".
"I’m trying," he wrote back. "But you won’t keep your distance from me."”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“He can go to a boardroom meeting . . . he's very proper now." - Sydney Sage”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I’ve said over and over, I’d do anything for you. I just keep hoping it’ll be something like, ‘Adrian, let’s go hot tubbingâ€� or ‘Adrian, take me out for fondue.’â€�
“Well, sometimes we have to—did you say fondue? Why in the world would I ever say that?�
He shrugged. “I like fondue.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“You wouldn’t think so, but . . . well. You were . . . amazing, throwing that fire like some kind of ancient warrior goddess.â€�
Annoyed, I turned away. “Stop making fun of me.�
He caught my arm and pulled me back toward him. “I am absolutely serious.�
I swallowed, speechless for a moment. All I was aware of was how close we were, that he was holding me to him with only a few inches between us. Almost as close as at the sorority. “I’m not a warrior or a goddess,� I managed at last.
Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell