He Was Too Perfect, Despite Being One

In Fact I Was Fairly Certain There Was No One In The Entire World Quite Like Adrian Ivashkov.

You Know, Aunt Tasha Makes Jokes About How Youʹd Actually Be A Better Queen Than The Others, Except Sometimes . . . I Donʹt Think Sheʹs Joking.

Love Is . . .” An Old Memory With Adrian Came Back To Me, And Some Of The Turbulent Emotion I Always Carried Within Me These Days Welled Up In My Chest. It Was Stupid, Feeling So Lovesick When He’d Been Gone Less Than A Day, But I Couldn’t Get Him Or The Ways He Described Love Out Of My Head. “. . . A Flame In The Dark. A Breath Of Warmth On A Winter’s Night. A Star That Guides You Home.

That’s The Last Time You’re Going To Kiss Me,” I Warned When It Ended. He Smiled Knowingly, And In His Eyes, I Could See His Own Memories Of That Night. “so You Say.

Never Thought My Biggest Cheerleader Would Be Someone Who Thought I Was Evil And Unnatural.