The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He's the one who killed Natalie, and he's a total badass. He's also pretty good-looking. Okayโmore than good-looking. He's hotโlike, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.
Richelle MeadBut 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 MeadThis is a great idea,โ said Trey. โYou kids should totaly go see that play. Make a whole day of it. Grab some dinner and hang out at the library or whatever it is you do for fun.
Richelle MeadOnly what?โ I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. โOnlyโฆ more human.โ And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. โGet out,โ I said.
Richelle Mead"I'm sure it is," she replied. Her expression turned fierce, making her look far different from the scattered teacher I knew. "But listen to me when I say this. You are exceptional, talented, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you're less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone - not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee - push you around." She put her glasses back on and began randomly lifting up pieces of papers. At last, she found a pen and grinned triumphantly. "Now, then. What is your brother's name?"
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