Sitting Beside Abe Was Adrian Ivashkov--my More-or-less

You Did Not Just Say That. I Have A Feeling We're On The Verge Of Hugging And Coming Up With Cute Nicknames For Each Other.

You Will Lose What You Value Most... It Hadn't Been Me That Rhonda Was Talking About. It Hadn't Even Been Dimitri's Life. What You Value Most. It Had Been His Soul.

She Accused Me Of Wearing Pants From The Salvation Army." "rose, Your Pants Are From The Salvation Army." "that's So Not The Point!

You Can't," I Murmured, Swallowing The Tears Back With Great Effort. "you Can't Keep Saving Me, Can't Keep Trying To. It's Too Late." "no," He Said. His Heart Was In His Eyes, And It Was Ripping Mine Apart. "not For You. Never.

Hey, Volusian, You Haven't Been Checking Me Out, Have You?" He Gave Me His Trademark Bland Stare. "i Assure You, Mistress, The Only Allure Your Bare Flesh Has For Me Is To Remind Me How Easy It Will Be To Slice Open." I Laughed. If Not For The Fact He Was Actually Serious, He'd Be So Much Fun.