Don't Worry, I Won't Bite. At Least

Carter Leaned Toward Me And Brushed The Hair Away From The Side Of My Face. "don't Look Down Then," He Whispered.

When He Finished, He Drank From The Cup. Everyone Else Did Too, So I Followed Suit. And Nearly Choked To Death. It Was Like Fire In Liquid Form. It Took Every Ounce Of Strength I Had To Swallow It And Not Spray It On Those Around Me. "wh...what Is This?" I Asked, Coughing. Viktoria Grinned. "vodka." I Peered At The Glass. "no, It Isn't. I've Had Vodka Before." "not Russian Vodka." Apparently Not.

Come On,"he Said, Gesturing Toward The Exit. "let's Take A Walk." "where?" "it Doesn't Matter. We Just Need You Calmed Down Or You'll Be In No Shape To Fight." "yeah? Are You Afraid Of My Possibly Insane Dark Side Coming Out?" "no, I'm Afraid Of Your Normal Rose Hathaway Side Coming Out, The One That Isn't Afraid To Jump In Without Thinking When She Believes Something Is Right." I Gave Him A Dry Look. "is There Are A Difference?" "yes. The Second One Scares Me.

I Get In That Kind Of Situation All The Time, Comrade. It's Not A Big Deal." Anger Replaced My Fear. I Didn't Like Being Treated Like A Child. "stop Calling Me That. You Don't Even Know What You're Talking About." "sure I Do. I Had To Do A Report On The R.s.s.r. Last Year.

The Alchemists’ Beliefs Are My Beliefs,” 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.