“You’re not going to awaken me,” I said. “Rose, there’s no way you can—” “No.” I climbed up onto the railing of the bridge, swinging one leg over. I knew what had to happen now. He froze. “What are you doing?” “I told you. I’ll die before I become Strigoi. I won’t be like you or the others. I don’t want that. You didn’t want that, once upon a time.” My face felt cold as a night breeze blew over it, the result of stealthy tears on my cheeks.
