Our gazes locked, so much passing between us. In those moments, I wasn't in a tent with him, on the run from those who regarded us as villains. There was no murderer to catch, no Strigoi trauma to overcome. There was just him and me and the feelings that had burned between us for so long.

Since...since when?" I finally managed to ask. "Since...forever." His tone implied the answer was obvious.

Oh... Adrian, I've got one more favor to ask you. A big one." "Fondue?" he asked hopefully.

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

Rose? Is that you?" I peered behind him. Lissa. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" She asked "Ladies, ladies" he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me." I glared. "We're not.

Okay, so. You, Belikov, the Alchemist, Sonya Karp, Victor Dashkov, and Robert Doru are all hanging out in West Virginia together.” “No,” I said. “No?” “We’re, uh, not in West Virginia.

Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you." "Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead?