He Stepped Forward And Punched Dorian In

Eerily, The Coronation Was Kind Of A Reverse Of Tatianaʹs Funeral. What Was The Old Saying? The Queen Is Dead. Long Live The Queen

My Captivity With Dimitri. The Way His Mouth—so, So Warm, Despite His Cold Skin—had Kissed Mine. The Feel Of His Fangs Pressing Into My Neck And The Sweet Bliss That Followed... He Looked Exactly The Same Too, With That Chalky White Pallor And Red-ringed Eyes That So Conflicted With The Soft, Chin-length Brown Hair And Otherwise Gorgeous Lines Of His Face. He Even Had A Leather Duster On.

None Of It Seems Real. Who Knows? Maybe It Isn’t. Maybe It’s Actually Happening To Someone Else. Maybe It’s Something I Imagined. Maybe Soon I’m Going To Wake Up And Find Everything Fixed With Lissa And Dimitri. We’ll All Be Together, And He’ll Be There To Smile And Hold Me And Tell Me Everything ‘s Going To Be Okay. Maybe All Of This Really Has Been A Dream. But I Don’t Think So.

Vampires. Honestly, They're Like Children Sometimes.

Yet, It Had Been Dimitri’s Gentleness And Thoughtfulness Mixed With That Deadliness That Made Him So Wonderful. The Same Hands That Wielded Stakes With Such Precision Would Carefully Brush The Hair Out Of My Face. The Eyes That Could Astutely Spot Any Danger In The Area Would Regard Me Wonderingly And Worshipfully, Like I Was The Most Beautiful And Amazing Woman In The World.