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“Yup. You’re going to be Dimitri’s partner.” A moment of funny silence fell, probably not noticeable to anyone except Dimitri and me. Our eyes met. “Guarding partner,” Dimitri clarified unnecessarily, like maybe he too had been thinking of other kinds of partners.
“No. If I let myself love you, I won’t throw myself in front of her. I’ll throw myself in front of you.”
Fortunately, I didn’t believe anyone could actually take down Dimitri. I’d seen him kill a Strigoi without breaking a sweat. He was invincible. A badass. A god.
You can’t force love, I realized. It’s there or it isn’t. If it’s not there, you’ve got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you’ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.
so I felt a twisted comfort in thinking that Dimitri had still been a badass Strigoi.
“What’s your name?” I asked. “Jillian—Jill. I mean, just Jill. Not both. Jillian’s my full name. Jill’s what everyone calls me.”
“I did it because I love you,” I said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And really, it was.
“Because it’s that simple. I love you, and I don’t want to keep pretending like I don’t.”
“Sydney,” the girl said wearily. “My name’s Sydney. I’m the Alchemist assigned here.”
“We need to be together.” “Why?” I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard. “Because I want you.” I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we’d meet again in the land of the dead. “Wrong answer,” I told him. I let go.
“Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It’s a wonder I can spot reality anymore.” The weird sound of his voice made me nervous. I could recognize one of his slightly crazy, spirit-induced lapses. Then, he turned from me with a sigh. “I need a drink.”
“The guy with you . . . the tall Moroi with dark hair . . . is that your boyfriend?” “Er, yeah.” It took a long time and great effort for her to concede the next statement. “He’s cute.”
that regardless of what we wanted, he and I would eventually have to part ways. Maybe this was how my life was going to be. I’d always lose the men I loved.
Sightseeing was the last thing on my mind at the moment, but if you had to run away, you might as well run somewhere good.
"Mitchell, South Dakota?" I exclaimed. Remembering I was in a library, I lowered my voice. "Out of all the places in the world, that makes the top hundred?"
"‘Located ninety minutes outside of Sioux Falls, Mitchell is home to the Corn Palace.'" I looked up at him in disbelief. "Corn Palace?"
"You know, sometimes I think I love you." "Sometimes?" he asked in mock outrage. She ruffled his hair. "All the time. But I've got to keep you on your toes." "Consider me kept."
You're the most amazing woman I've ever met, and I'm glad to have had that love for you in my life. I regret losing it." He grew pensive. "I would give anything—anything—in the world to go back and change history.
"You should have told me this a long time ago. I love you. I've never stopped loving you. You have to know that."
