Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?

And then, because she was Tatiana and because she couldn’t help herself, and because he wouldn’t have it any other way, she ran to him and was in his arms.

He is just protective over me-” “Not protective, Tania. Consumed.

Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry.

Courage, Alexan­der,” she whis­pered. “Courage, Ta­tiana.

I'm going to die with Alexander's hand on my face, Tatiana thought. That is not a bad way to die. I cannot move. I can't get up. Just can't. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting. Through the haze in front of her she heard Alexander's voice. "Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you.

He sent you to redeem me, to comfort me, and to heal me—and that’s just so far,” he added with a smile.