I'm not really qualified to install a security system," said Dimitri. "Really? There's something you can't do?" Adrian's voice was so soft that I could barely hear him, and he was sitting right next to me.

I felt the need to clarify we were there for the self defense class, in case he also taught about dog breeding or riding the high seas.

I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire

You made your own jean shorts...with a butter knife?

Do not do that again," he said stiffly. "Don't kiss me back then," I retorted. He stared at me for what seemed like forever. "I don't give 'Zen lessons' to hear myself talk. I don't give them because you're another student. I'm doing this to teach you control." "You're doing a great job," I said bitterly.

Can we go back to the part about Moroi girls hanging out in LA?" asked Adrian hopefully. "Can you direct me to some of the…oh, let’s say, more open-minded ones?

But I did die once. (I don't recommend it.)