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“Hey, Comrade.”
Nice nickname
“They have a bond.” Dimitri’s low, accented voice broke the heavy tension,
How come all the harmless people were so lame? Maybe that was the definition of safe.
“So tell me this: suppose you manage to kidnap her again and take her off to the mall. While you’re there, a Strigoi comes at you. What will you do?”
He looked at me and didn’t blink. “You run.”
“If she was with you, she’d be okay.”
Oh he complimented her
Teach me how to fight. I already know how to run away.”
“Attacking someone else with magic is forbidden—and that’s exactly why you wanted to do it. You got a thrill out of it.”
Why is it forbidden ?
“People think I’m unstable, but I tell you, Rose is ten times worse. Of course, that makes it harder for people to fuck with you, so I’m all for it.”
What I was not ready for was Dimitri. He burst in the door like he’d expected to find us, and in that horrible moment, with him raging like a storm, I knew why Mason had called him a god. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the room and jerked Jesse up by his shirt, nearly holding the Moroi off the ground.
Oh I laughed and have no idea why xD
“You hurt. Every day. Don’t you? You miss him.”
“No. Not when I feel sorry for someone.”
That was such a bitch move, Rose
“It won’t happen to you. You’re too . . .” He groped for the right word, and I mentally substituted all sorts of possibilities. Goddesslike. Scorchingly sexy. Giving up, he simply said, “It won’t happen to you.”
Too beautiful right? Awww
“No. All I know is he must have had wicked cool hair.” Dimitri glanced up, and his eyes swept me. “Yes. He must have.”
“Don’t cut it,” he said gruffly. Somehow, I remembered how to talk again. “But no one’ll see my tattoos if I don’t.” He moved toward the doorway, a small smile playing over his lips. “Wear it up.”
There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask.
Lol
“You’re shadow-kissed! You have to take care of her!”
“They’re coming for me. They’ll come for her.”
“If someone turned you into a Strigoi, what would you want?” he asked. I didn’t know how to answer that, so I said nothing. Never taking his eyes off me, he kept pushing. “What would you want if you knew you were going to be converted into a Strigoi against your will? If you knew you would lose all sense of your old morals and understanding of what’s right and wrong? If you knew you’d live the rest of your life—your immortal life—killing innocent people? What would you want?”
“If I became Strigoi . . . I’d want someone to kill me.” “So would I,” he said quietly. I could tell that he’d had the same flash of realization I’d just had, that same sense of connection between us.
“That is my dress,” I admitted. I kept staring at it, wanting it so badly that it ached in my chest. This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.
“Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance?” When he spoke, I could barely hear him. “You’ll endanger the school.”
Oh Dimitri
The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.
“No,” he said simply. “Because I thought it would make you happy.”
He bought her lipgloss just to see her happy. You have my heart Dimitri
I closed my eyes and felt like I might faint. I had calmed down when Lissa sat next to me because she’d taken the pain away. She’d healed me. . . .
“You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes.”
I liked the way he would say my name in Russian, murmured like a prayer: Roza, Roza . . .
“I’m surprised you even have to ask, my dear. I need you. I need you to heal me.”
He isn't nice after all
“No, Roza. You stay here.”
I really like Roza name
“Even if you choose not to tell, you need to understand that it was a mistake. And it isn’t ever going to happen again,” he added. “Because you’re too old for me? Because it isn’t responsible?” His face was perfectly blank. “No. Because I’m just not interested in you in that way.”
Ouch!
“He’s lying. I tell you, the spell wouldn’t have worked otherwise, and honestly, he should have known better. He had no right to let himself feel that way. You can be forgiven for a schoolgirl’s crush. But him? He should have demonstrated more control in hiding his feelings.
The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows.”
It was a look that said she no longer walked among the living—a look that said she was now one of the Strigoi.
No why!??
And then, suddenly, he was there, charging down the hallway like Death in a cowboy duster.
“The spell. Victor said you had to want me . . . to care about me . . . for it to work.” When he didn’t say anything, I tried to grip his shirt, but my fingers were too weak. “Did you? Did you want me?” His words came out thickly. “Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish . . . we could be together.”
Finally 🥹
“No. If I let myself love you, I won’t throw myself in front of her. I’ll throw myself in front of you.”
🥺🥺
