Yeah According To My- Hey, Are You

You Guys Are So Caught Up In Your Polished Images And Your Passive-aggressive Comments That No One Ever Comes Right Out And Says Anything. Well, I'm Going To.

You're New Here, Aren't You?" Rolan Asked. "rose Is Visiting. She's A Friend Of The Family." Viktoria Said. "ah," He Said. "now I Remember Hearing About You. I Had No Idea Such A Fierce Strigoi Killer Would Be So Beautiful." "it's Part Of The Job Description," I Said Dryly.

Staring Into The Mirror, I Was Surprised To See A Haunted Look In My Brown Eyes. There Was Pain There, Pain And Loss That Even The Nicest Dress And Makeup Couldn't Hide.

Adrian's Face Was The Picture Of Perfect Politeness And Restraint, Meaning Something Disastrous Was About To Happen.

That Was Ridiculous," I Told Dorian, Once She'd Left. "she's Not The Kind Of Person To Fall For Your Flirting." "on The Contrary," Said Dorian. "she's Exactly The Kind Of Person To Fall For It. I Understand These Warrior Maids, You Know. They Live Such Harsh, Cold Lives, Always Trying To Keep Up With The Men... When Really, They Just Need Someone To Make Them Feel Like A Woman. And That, Of Course, Is An Area In Which I Excel. Why, If I'd Had Ten Minutes Alone With Her—