Dimitri should have been here with me. That’s how it was supposed to have been.
If I had learned anything in my life about love, it was that they were tenous things that could end at any moment. Caution was essential-but not at the cost of risking your life.
For a moment, staring down and realizing what I’d just done, I wanted to throw myself in after him, because surely there was no way I could go on living now.
I lost track of day and night too. My time was divided into Dimitri and not-Dimitri. He was my world. When he wasn’t there, the moments were agony.
Do what? Come up with a clever pun referencing Jerome’s demonic status? The truth is, I usually keep a stash of them on hand and –.
Sleep with Seth Mortensen? Good grief. It was the most preposterous thing I’d ever heard. It was appalling. If I absorbed his life force, there was no telling how long it’d be until his next book came out.
There was a lot of apologizing going on, but I realized that was how it was with people you cared about. You forgave each other and moved on.
It had to be one of the weirdest things in the universe that Lissa had never come close to suspecting my feelings for Dimitri but that Adrian had figured it out.
Because there is no greater evil than ignorance and the destruction of genius. Ignorance has been responsible for more death, more bigotry, and more sin than any other force. It is the destroyer of mankind.
You’re burned into my mind forever. There is nothing, nothing in this world that will ever change that.
Look, Rose. You don’t have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me.
One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It’s a shame, because if I could dream, I know I’d dream about you.
Yeah, I was at the Masquerade of the Damned.
Plus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me. It was going to be a long six weeks.
You did not just say that. I have a feeling we’re on the verge of hugging and coming up with cute nicknames for each other.
Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.
Wow. What’d he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn’t set the building on fire in the first place.
This isn’t a Christmas special! This is my life. In the real world, miracles and goodness just don’t happen.
He’d barely seen me coming, and despite the horribleness of what I’d just done, I kind of wished one of my instructors had been there to grade me on such an awesome performance.
I don’t know, but I think it’s going to be good.