Eddie was intensely dedicated too. Adrian sometimes called him mini-Dimitri.
Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn’t I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?
Never thought I’d see the day when you’d throw your arms around a vam – someone like me.
Adrian looked away from me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. “Sorry” I’d probably freaked him out.
I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire.
I’m telling you, I wanted to. But I was trapped. You of all people should know what it’s like being caught between groups.
The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.
Isn’t it obvious, Sage? No, of course it isn’t. I did it so I’d have a reason to be around you – one I knew you couldn’t refuse.
But perhaps the best part of all was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking.
Sorry, Ms. Terwilliger. I’m flattered that you think I’m such an upstanding person, but I’m already caught up in one epic battle of good versus evil. I don’t need another.
Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.
And here I thought you had a soft spot for reckless young girls.
So far I’m not seeing a lot of difference between me and a carnival con-man.
Why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun?
Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.
Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know.
I’d seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death.
It’d be nice to have someone who understood some of the things that went on in my head.
Even if I’d been wide awake, I knew Dimitri would’ve taken my suitcase anyway. That’s how he was, a lost remnant of chivalry in the modern world, ever-ready to help others.
Every relationship is different. Everyone loves differently.