But the humans weren't what made my steps falter as I walked through grass that had turned bright green with summer's touch. It was Dimitri. Always Dimitri. Dimitri, the man I loved. Dimitri, the Strigoi I wanted to save. Dimitri, the monster I'd most likely have to kill. The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd move on. He was always with me, always on my mind, always making me question myself.
Richelle MeadWhen you say โold friend,โ are we talking, like...since the Ice Age?โ โNo. Of course not.โ โOh.โ โItโs only been about four hundred years.โ โAh. Yes. Only four hundred.โ A wry expression spread over his face. โBeing with you is a continual experiment in perspective. Among other things.
Richelle Mead