When I Look Into His Eyes, I

From Behind Lissa, I Heard Christian Say, "worst. Timing. Ever." Adrian Studied Lissa And Then Looked At Christain Sprawling On The Bed On The Far Side Of The Suite. "huh," Adrian Said, Letting Himself In. "so That's How You're Going To Fix The Family Problem. Little Dragomirs. Good Idea." Christian Sat Up And Strolled Toward Them. "yeah, That's Exactly It. You're Interrupting Official Council Business.

You're Burned Into My Mind Forever. There Is Nothing, Nothing In This World That Will Ever Change That." And It Was Memories Like That That Made It So Hard To Comprehend This Quest To Kill Him, Even If He Was A Strigoi. Yet...at The Same Time I Had To Destroy Him. I Needed To Remember Him As The Man Who'd Loved Me And Held Me In Bed. I Needed To Remember That That Man Would Not Want To Stay A Monster.

What Hope Is There?" I Asked. "if Even Angels Fall, What Hope Is There For The Rest Of Us?

A Different Word Usually Came To My Mind When I Thought Of Yeva, Though It Did Sound A Lot Like “witch.

I’ve Seen All I Need To. I’m Going To Go Drink Now In A Futile Effort To Wipe Away The Memory Of This Debacle.