I felt my heart breaking all over again. Why? Why had this happened to us? Why was the universe so cruel?

Immortals are, by definition, immortal. End of story.

Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing.ʺ I appreciated the support.

When he finished, he drank from the cup. Everyone else did too, so I followed suit. And nearly choked to death. It was like fire in liquid form. It took every ounce of strength I had to swallow it and not spray it on those around me. "Wh...what is this?" I asked, coughing. Viktoria grinned. "Vodka." I peered at the glass. "No, it isn't. I've had vodka before." "Not Russian vodka." Apparently not.

My mind... It's who I am. I think I'd rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with.

He almosted smiled. "There you go again. Why? Why do yo keep helping me?" There were a million answers on my lips, everything from It's the right thing to do to I don't know. Instead, I said, "Because I want to.

The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.