Eddie Became About One Percent Less Tense.

Because It's One Of Those Things I Never Expected In My Lifetime," He Told Me. "like A Comet. Or World Peace. I'm Just Used To You Being Single." For Some Reason, That Bothered Me. "what, You Don't Think Any Guy Would Ever Be Interested In Me?" Actually," Said Adrian, Sounding Remarkably Serious, "i Can Imagine Lots Of Guys Being Interested In You.

Rose Only Hangs Out With Guys And Psychopaths," Said Mia. "well," He Said Cheerfully, "since I'm Both A Psychopath And A Guy, That Would Explain Why We're Such Good Friends.

I Can't Wait Until This Show Gets On The Road," He Said. "you And Me Are Going To Have So Much Fun, Rose. Picking Out Curtains, Doing Each Other's Hair, Telling Ghost Stories..." The Reference To "ghost Stories" Hit A Little Closer To Home Than I Was Comfortable With. Not That Choosing Curtains Or Brushing Christian's Hair Was Much More Appealing.

Do You Go See Her?" "no," I Said, Refusing To Acknowledge That I'd Just Seen Lissa Last Night. "that's Not My Life Anymore." "right. Your Life Is All About Dangerous Vigilante Missions." "you Wouldn't Understand Anything That Isn't Drinking, Smoking, Or Womanizing." He Shook His Head. "you're The Only One I Want, Rose." "well, You Can Keep Feeling That Way, But You're Going To Have To Keep Waiting." "much Longer?" He Asked Me. "i Don't Know." Hope Blossomed On Adrian's Face. "that's The Most Optimistic Thing You've Told Me So Far.

I Left Her There Crying As I Walked Toward The Gate. A Piece Of My Soul Had Died When Dimitri Had Fallen. Turning My Back On Her Now, I Felt Another Piece Die As Well. Soon There Wouldn't Be Anything Left Inside Me.