Frostbite (Vampire Academy, #2)

by Richelle Mead

Those two were so in love and sugary sweet with each other that I felt like brushing my teeth after being around them.

If not for the horribleness of it all, I would have taken satisfaction in catching him off guard.

“Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he committed against you this morning.”

For a few brief moments, I entertained the hope that Dimitri was leading me off to some romantic getaway.

I always thought of my mother as some sort of unfeeling killing machine, but this was clearly hard for her.

When I looked back I was even more startled still to see Dimitri emerge.

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.

Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows. You take them from Lissa.

What matters is that someone—that you—know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it’s hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It’s much easier being with someone who’s just more of a casual friend.”