Dimitri: "they Weren't Supposed To Let You

Boy Is He Pissed," Said Adrian. "do You Blame Him?" Asked Christian. "he Just Lost Memerbship In The Evil Mastermind Club. His Brilliant Plan Fell Apart, And Now His Daughter's Missing When He Thought She Was Somewhere Safe." Adrian Stayed Pointedly Silent.

Besides, I Could Hardly Complain To The Administration That I Was Being Forced To Learn Magic.

Do You Love Him?" There Were Only A Few People In The World Who Could Ask Me Such Insanely Personal Questions Without Getting Punched. Dimitri Was One Of Them.

When He Finished, He Drank From The Cup. Everyone Else Did Too, So I Followed Suit. And Nearly Choked To Death. It Was Like Fire In Liquid Form. It Took Every Ounce Of Strength I Had To Swallow It And Not Spray It On Those Around Me. "wh...what Is This?" I Asked, Coughing. Viktoria Grinned. "vodka." I Peered At The Glass. "no, It Isn't. I've Had Vodka Before." "not Russian Vodka." Apparently Not.

Not Much Could Have Distracted Me From Coffee, But Hearing Julius Caesar Quoted At Spencer’s Certainly Did.