Adrian Suddenly Made An Abrupt Turn Onto

A Gun. I Had Been Brought Down By A Gun. It Was Practically Comical. Cheaters, I Thought.

Sometimes Talking To You Is Like Talking To Myself: Pretty Damned Annoying.

He's An Angel. Isn't He Supposed To Love Everyone, Even The Damned? Especially When Said Damned Are His Drinking Buddies.

If You'd Teach Me To Swear In Russian, I Might Have A New Appreciation For It

No," Dimitri Interrupted Gently. He Moved His Face Toward Mine, Our Foreheads Nearly Touching. "it Won't Happen To You. You're Too Strong. You'll Fight It, Just Like You Did This Time." "i Only Did Because You Were Here." He Wrapped His Arms Around Me, And I Buried My Face In His Chest. "i Can't Do It By Myself," I Whispered. "you Can," He Said. There Was A Tremulous Note In His Voice. "you're Strong—you're So, So Strong. It's Why I Love You.