If She Just Wanted To Come Home

I’m Sorry Ma’am,” I Said. Really, I Had No Idea What Else To Say. I’d Spent The Weekend Caught Up In An Epic Battle To Save Humanity, And Now… Jean Shorts?

Both Christian And Adrian Had Worried There Would Be Some Piece Of Strigoi Left In Him, But Their Fears Had Been About Violence And Bloodshed. No One Would Have Guessed This: That Living As A Strigoi Had Hardened His Heart, Killing Any Chance Of Him Loving Anyone. Killing Any Chance Of Him Loving Me. And I Was Pretty Sure That If That Was The Case, Then Part Of Me Would Die Too.

Can't You . . . I Don't Know. Find A Hobby Or Something?" "being Charming Is My Hobby," Said Adrian Obstinately. "i'm The Life Of The Party— Even Without Drinking. I Wasn't Meant To Be Alone.

I Gave Him A Smile That I Hoped Was As Dazzling As One Of His. "i Realized I'm In Love." Marcus, Startled, Looked Around As Though He Expected To See My Object D'amour In The Car With Us. "and You Just Realized This? Did You Just Have Some Sort Of Vision?" "didn't Need To," I Said, Thinking Of Wolfe's Ill-fated Trip To The Orkneys. "it's Always Been Right In Front Of Me.

You Destroy My Life Then Feed Me Inspirational Philosophy.