We Had Just Paid The Check When

I Saw Endless Depths Of Brown, The Depths I'd Fallen Into So Many Times. No Red Rings. Dimitri...was Not A Strigoi. And He Was Weeping.

My God, Sage. Your Eyes. How Have I Never Noticed Them?" That Uncomfortable Feeling Was Spreading Over Me Again. "what About Them?" "the Color," He Breathed. "when You Stand In The Light. They're Amazing... Like Molten Gold. I Could Paint Those..." He Reached Toward Me But Then Pulled Back. "they're Beautiful. You're Beautiful.

...hot Pink With A Star Done In Rainbow Rhinestones On The Front. It Was God-awful. I Bought It.

The Love We'd Shared Always Burned Within Me, No Matter How Often I Told Myself To Move On, No Matter How Much The World Did Think I'd Moved On.

But What I Found Most Interesting Was That Aaron Had Apparently Found A Way To Pass The Time Without Her. Beside Him, Holding His Hand, Was A Moroi Girl Who Looked About Eleven But Had To Be Older, Unless He'd Become A Pedophile During Our Absence.