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“Why,” he asked, “don’t you ever listen? You’d be dead if they were still here.”
“This changes everything, doesn’t it?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said. “It does.”
Those two were so in love and sugary sweet with each other that I felt like brushing my teeth after being around them.
I'm happy for Lisa and Christian
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.”
The woman standing in front of the class was my mother.
Oh didn't expect that
“So, Guardian Hathaway,” I began. “Why didn’t you guys just secure the place?”
That's just childish question really
For a few brief moments, I entertained the hope that Dimitri was leading me off to some romantic getaway.
Oh rose you ate so hopless romantic
“You bringing party crashers, Dimka?”
Oh who is she to call him Dimka?
They both laughed at some private joke the rest of us weren’t in on, but I was only half-listening. I was still intrigued about her role with the Strigoi. The self-control I’d tried to maintain finally slipped.
Oh no did they have history?
It smacked me in the face with the power of a small truck, and I flew backward, hitting the hard gym floor back-first and head-second. And I was out of the lines. Damn it.
Ouch
I had a black eye. A freaking black eye. And my mother had given it to me.
“Don’t tell me what I’m feeling,” he growled.
“You’re always fighting for control. You’re the same as me.” “No,” he said, still obviously worked up. “I’ve learned my control.” Something about this new realization emboldened me. “No,” I informed him. “You haven’t. You put on a good face, and most of the time you do stay in control. But sometimes you can’t. And sometimes . . .” I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “Sometimes you don’t want to.” “Rose . . .”
Before he realized what was happening, I kissed him. Our lips met, and when I felt him kiss me back, I knew I was right. He pressed himself closer, trapping me between him and the wall. He kept holding my hand, but his other one snaked behind my head, sliding into my hair. The kiss was filled with so much intensity; it held anger, passion, release. . . .
Whoaaa
It’s time to move on, I thought. Dimitri obviously has. You should have done it a long time ago.
“Hey, little dhampir.”
Little!?
“Nice to meet you, Rose Hathaway.” He extended a gloved hand to me that I hesitantly took. “Adrian Ivashkov.”
Sorry but I already like Adrian
always thought of my mother as some sort of unfeeling killing machine, but this was clearly hard for her.
“Yes,” he said after several moments of silence. “You are. And every second this conversation goes on, you only prove how young you really are.”
Ouch! But he is right
“Young girls? Young girls? Sure. Young and old at the same time. They’ve barely seen anything in life, yet they’ve already seen too much. One’s marked with life, and one’s marked with death . . . but they’re the ones you’re worried about? Worry about yourself, dhampir. Worry about you, and worry about me. We’re the ones who are young.”
Okay he is crazy. I feel like he is like Lisa
“What happens between him and me is none of your business.”
His words. Word by word xD
I related to him what Dimitri had told me about the Strigoi in Spokane.
He just told you not to tell anyone!! What the hell really!
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.
“No matter how I feel about us . . . I want you to be happy.”
Some grown up talk now
“You never looked so good, Rose,”
Oh poor Chrostian he is making hunger jokes
And that’s when I got it. Adrian was a spirit user too.
I knew it
Isaiah simply stopped the attack, grabbed Mason’s head with both hands, and gave a quick twist.
NOOOOOOOOO!
Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows. You take them from Lissa.
“Whether they know that fact or not doesn’t matter. 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.”
knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. Something about inner strength and perseverance, about how the choices we made today were templates for the future or some other nonsense. Instead he kissed me.
“I’ll see you later, Roza.” “At our next practice?” I asked. “We are starting those up again, right? I mean, you still have things to teach me.” Standing in the doorway, he looked over at me and smiled. “Yes. Lots of things.”
