I Hoped Lissa Remained The Only One

We All Stared At The Scoreboard In Stunned Silence. Only Carter Was Able To Get Anything Out. "that," He Told Robert Exuberantly, "is How A Bird In The Hand Gets Up Before The Early Worm." "that Doesn't Make Any Sense," Said Roger. Carter Pointed At The Scoreboard. "neither Does That, But There You Have It.

Angeline's Been Hanging Out With That Dhampir. I Just Saw Them Walking Off Together. Is Something Going On With Them?" "which Dhampir?" I Asked. "the One With The Fake British Accent." "i Don't Think It's Fake." "well, Whatever." Even I Could Read The Jealousy In Trey's Features. "what's Up With Them?" "pretty Sure There's Nothing." "then Why Are They Always Together?" Because She's Trying To Get Over You, I Thought.

I Eyed Dimitri, Recalling A Shadow In My Periphery Back In The Ballroom. "you Followed When I Jumped In Front Of Lissa, Didn't You? Who Were You Going For? Me Or Her?" He Studied Me For Several Long Seconds. He Could Have Lied. He Could Have Given The Easy Answer By Saying He'd Intended To Push Both Of Us Out Of The Way-if That Was Even Possible, Which I Didn't Recall. But Dimitri Didn't Lie. "i Don't Know, Roza. I Don't Know.

I Thought Alchemists Avoided Alcohol The Same Way They Do Primary Colors.

Longing Surged Up Within Me. I Wanted It. Oh God, I Wanted It. I Didn't Want To Hear Jerome Chastise Me For My "all Lowlifes, All The Time" Seduction Policy. I Wanted To Come Home And Tell Someone About My Day. I Wanted To Go Out Dancing On The Weekends. I Wanted To Take Vacations Together. I Wanted Someone To Hold Me When I Was Upset, When The Ups And Downs Of The World Pushed Me Too Far. I Wanted Someone To Love.