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Dmitri Was At A Total Loss. It Was A Common Reaction For People When I Agreed To Do Something Reasonable.

Our Gazes Locked, So Much Passing Between Us. In Those Moments, I Wasn't In A Tent With Him, On The Run From Those Who Regarded Us As Villains. There Was No Murderer To Catch, No Strigoi Trauma To Overcome. There Was Just Him And Me And The Feelings That Had Burned Between Us For So Long.

He Shrugged. "the Same As Any Other. It's A Way To Make People Feel Better About Themselves. Everyone Likes Feeling Special. Being Part Of An Elite Group Is A Way To Do That." "but You Weren't Part Of It?" "no Need. I Already Know I'm Special.

Lucky Charms?” I Asked. “magically Delicious,” He Explained. “requisite For Any Sort Of Building Project.” I Shook My Head, Still Amazed At How He Had Managed To Weasel His Way Over Here. “this Isn’t A Date.” He Cut Me A Scandalized Look. "obviously. I’d Bring Count Chocula For That.

ʺthings Are Going To Get Worse Before They Get Better, Arenʹt They?ʺ