I know what love is, Mom. I’ve had love that burns in every fiber of my being, that drives me to be a better person and empowers me through each moment of the day. If you’d ever had something like that, you’d hold on to it with every bit of strength you had.
You’re better than this, Adrian. Whatever the reason, you’re better than it. Don’t trick yourself into thinking you’re weaker than you are.
But why would Victor and Robert take her? And how the hell did two old men subdue a teenage girl anyway?
My mom beat me up,” I informed my reflection. It looked back sympathetically.
Lissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn’t surprised, since she’d always had a thing for animals. She’d lectured me for days after I’d instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab fight. I’d viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She’d seen it as animal cruelty.
Dierdre the counselor must not have had much of a life, because she scheduled our next appointment on a Sunday. I wasn’t so thrilled about it, seeing as it wasn’t just my day off-it was also the day my friends had off. Orders were orders, however, so I grudgingly showed up.
Sanity’s overated, my darling.
I followed along because really, it was hard to say no to Dimitri Belikov about anything.
I was drunk.
It made you happy...
None of you appreciate me. Why is it so hard to believe that I could make a real contribution in these dark times? My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect.
Is he having a party?” “Dorian is a sociable king. He likes keeping people around him, mostly so he can mock them.
Don’t touch her.
The truth, huh? No one wants to hear the truth. The truth is never sexy. But you... You are too goddamned sexy to be real. -Christian to Lissa.
I said earlier that dead things don’t always stay dead.
You can’t fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line.
I also have a feeling your mother’s going to have a very ugly conversation with me.” – Dimitri.
If only it were that easy. You forget: I have an addictive personality. I’m addicted to you. Somehow I think you could do all sorts of bad things to me, and I’d still come back to you.
He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. “Look, Rose. You don’t have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You’ve already got me.
You’ll be alive’, he pointed out. ‘That’s what matters. Enjoy what you have, every little detail of wherever you are. Don’t focus on where you aren’t.