I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didn’t care that we were out in public. I didn’t care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.
She is mine, and I am hers.
While I’m fine with you two dating and being happy, please try not to break his heart too much when the time comes.
The Guardians wouldn’t abandon the last Dragomir. And I wouldn’t have abandoned Lissa even if there were a million Dragomirs.
Turning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me. I sighed. This trip might take awhile. “Then start walking, Rose,” I muttered to myself. I set off, off to kill the man I loved.
Dimitri Belikov had arrived.
My name’s Jet Steele.
Eddie became about one percent less tense.
Weirdly, an image of Adrian’s Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping it apart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better.
How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves, and for the first time in a long time, I was whole.
Propriety’s never been Adrian’s strong suit.
Well, no one treats me like a full-fledged royal, said Lissa, turning back to the dresses. No reason to act like one now. Show me your straps and short-sleeves.
So that’s how you’re going to fix the family problem. Little Dragomirs. Good idea.
I can understand bitchiness in any language.
Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian.
Maybe I was in love, but I was still me, after all.
For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless.
Did Belikov bend the rules of time and space to get here so fast? He can do that, right?
You never really realize how many people care about you until they all turn out to support you.
We’re the same! Even Sonya says we are. We’ve always been the same, and we’re both acting the same stupid way now! We hold ourselves to higher standards than everyone else.
As I’d observed, it was clear that Rose was willing to do anything and fight anyone to protect her friend. I admired that – I admired that a lot – but it didn’t stop me from striking out to block her.