I said earlier that dead things don't always stay dead. Well, I'm one of them. don't worry - I'm not like the Strigoi. But I did die once (I don't recommend it).

What matters is that someone—that you—know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend.

Dimitri Belikov had arrived.

Adrian sighed. "I knew you staying out of trouble was too good to be true.

I've lost someone, too; someone I loved. I know how you feel." - Does it get easier? "Yes. But you'll never be the same again.

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

One day she's throwing a book at me. The next, we're making out behind the library.