Can you ever get off for good behavior?" he joked. I gave him what I hoped was a seductive smile as I found my seat. "Sure," I called over my shoulder. "If I was ever good.

If not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.

Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together. -Dimitri to Rose on their relationship

The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, he had an eye patch. "This is incredible," I heard Adrian murmur. "Beyond my wildest dreams.

"Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts."

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, aren't you?

Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.