Morois Are Born..but Strigois Are Made..!

This Is A, Uh, Friendship Ring Right?” “yeah, Don’t Worry. If I Propose, You’ll Know It. For One Thing, I’ll Be Hyperventilating.” A Sly Smile—surprisingly Sexy—turned Up His Lips. “and It’ll Be A Ruby.” “rubies? No Diamonds? Too Expensive For The Old Writer’s Salary, Huh?” He Made A Disparaging Grunt At That. “no, I Just Think Diamonds Are Common, That’s All. If I Get Married, It’ll Be Because Something Uncommon Is Occurring. Besides, You Wear A Lot Of Red, Right? I Know How Important It Is For Your Accessories To Match.

And So, Surpassing My Own Records For Dangerous, Reckless Behavior, I Ripped Off Sonya's Bracelet. "i'm Rose Hathaway.

There’s Nothing Wrong With Wanting To Be With Someone,” I Said Diplomatically. Unless That Person Turns Your World Upside Down And Makes You Lose All Self-control.

Her Eyes Flicked Over The Cards, Looked At Dimitri, Then Looked Back At The Cards. Her Expression Was Blank. "you Will Lose What You Value Most, So Treasure It While You Can." She Pointed To The Wheel Of Fortune Card. "the Wheel Is Turning, Always Turning.

My Hatred Notwithstanding, I Had To Admit Dimitri Beli-whatever Was Pretty Smart