Worth Dying For [antikvár]

PROLOGUEI hold it true, whate 'er befall;I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.Lord Alfred TennysonWhere is he? Amy wondered. It wasn't like Dante to keep her waiting. During the ten months they'd been dating, he had proven himself to be trustworthy and reliable. Wary of people in general, she had made him earn her trust. She hadn't even let him kiss her until they'd been going out for nearly two months.He would be here soon. Whenever she had to work late, as she had tonight, he made a point of being there when she got off so he could drive her home. Tapping her foot nervously, Amy checked her watch. He was already ten minutes late.The November wind picked up, seeping through her thin sweater. She should have brought a jacket.