#adrian

So. Are you guys here to convert me or sell me siding? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov

Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#jill-dragomir #adrian-ivashkov

Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov

You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

He almosted smiled. "There you go again. Why? Why do yo keep helping me?" There were a million answers on my lips, everything from It's the right thing to do to I don't know. Instead, I said, "Because I want to. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

Being charming is my hobby. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #adrian-ivashkov

We're going on a, um, windmill tour later this week." If I'd wanted to shut them all up, I'd definitely succeeded. They all looked stunned. Adrian spoke first. "I'm going to assume that means he's flying you to Amsterdam on his private jet. If so, I'd like to come along. But not for the windmills. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

Mmm. O positive, my favorite. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov

Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, you’re the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter you’ve been since the day I met you.” Finally, he put “beautiful” at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared. “Sweet talker,” I scoffed. “You didn’t know anything about me the first time we met.” “I knew you were beautiful,” he said. “I just hoped for the rest. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#attraction #cute #happiness #love #sydney-sage

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

— Richelle Mead

#feelings #love #sydney-sage #love