It doesn't matter. Take Eddie's blood. Take Belikov's blood. Take your own for all I care. But If she doesn't want to give hers, then that's all there is to it. She said no. This conversation is done.

He looked up at me with angelic eyes. "Doing what?" "You know what. You're luring me in. You know I can't resist-

Hey show some respect. They’re real people with names. Carla and Krissy” He frowned. “Or was it Missy?

You can't fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line.'' "No time. I have enough trouble keeping you in line.

My life was split by two worlds, but he kept me whole.

...and motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit screamed, I'm sorry the queen is dead, and I'm going to look fashionable while showing my grief

Taking a deep breathe, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I walked away.