I Wanted To Bring Lissa Back, And

From Behind Lissa, I Heard Christian Say, "worst. Timing. Ever." Adrian Studied Lissa And Then Looked At Christain Sprawling On The Bed On The Far Side Of The Suite. "huh," Adrian Said, Letting Himself In. "so That's How You're Going To Fix The Family Problem. Little Dragomirs. Good Idea." Christian Sat Up And Strolled Toward Them. "yeah, That's Exactly It. You're Interrupting Official Council Business.

Life, Unfortunately, Doesn't Seem To Care What We Want.

Screw You," I Told Him In A Low Voice. "are You Offering?” "from What I've Heard, There Isn't Much To Screw," I Shot Back.

Don't Be Too Hasty," She Warned. "conserve Your Strength. If You're Too Eager To Fight The Undead, You May Find Yourselves Joining Them. Then You'd Never See Us Again, And We'd Be Very Sad." "yes," Said Christian. "i'd Cry Into My Pillow Every Night." I Resisted The Urge To Kick Him. "well, I Couldn't Visit If I Was Strigoi, Yeah, But Hopefully I'd Just Die A Normal Death. Then I Could Come See You As A Ghost.

You Forgot Another Lesson: Never Turn Your Back Until You Know Your Enemy Is Dead. Looks Like We’ll Have To Go Over The Lesson Again The Next Time I See You—which Will Be Soon. Love, D.