You've Always Been My Equal, Roza.

I Sat There For Several Moments, Trying To Decide How Best I Should Respond. None Of The Advice I'd Gotten From The Books Or My Friends Really Prepared Me For How To Handle Discussions About Alternative Energy Sources. One Of The Books - One I'd Chosen Not To Finish - Had A Decidedly Male-centric View That Said Women Should Always Make Men Feel Important On Dates. I Suspected That Kristin And Julia's Advice Right Now Would Have Been To Laugh And Toss My Hair - And Not Let The Discussion Progress. But I Just Couldn't Do That. "you're Wrong," I Said.

I Eyed Dimitri, Recalling A Shadow In My Periphery Back In The Ballroom. "you Followed When I Jumped In Front Of Lissa, Didn't You? Who Were You Going For? Me Or Her?" He Studied Me For Several Long Seconds. He Could Have Lied. He Could Have Given The Easy Answer By Saying He'd Intended To Push Both Of Us Out Of The Way-if That Was Even Possible, Which I Didn't Recall. But Dimitri Didn't Lie. "i Don't Know, Roza. I Don't Know.

You Know, I Might Miss Some Of Your Witticisms When You’re Gone, But One Thing I Won’t Miss? Your Overwhelming Sense Of Melodrama And Despair. It’s Too Much Even For Me.

You Will Not! It's Wrong." "what, Kissing You, Or Kissing You In Pies And Stuff?

But Each Time You Use Spirit, You're More Likely To Go Crazy.” “already Crazy About You, Sage.