As long as weโre together, thatโs how weโll be. No trembling. No faltering. Weโre unstoppable.
Richelle MeadI know how you guys feel about us. I'm not stupid, and believe me, I've tried to get you out of my head. But there isn't enough liquor or art or any other distraction in the world to do it. I had to stop going to Wolfe's because it was too hard being that close to you, even if it was all just pretend fighting. I couldn't stand the touching. It was agonizing because it meant something to me๏ผand I knew it meant nothing to you. I kept telling myself to stay away altogether, and then I'd find excusesโฆ like the carโฆ anything to be around you again.
Richelle MeadIโm telling you, youโd like him. He goes to a public school and just started at Spencerโs. The other day, he was going off on unaerobic vs. aerobic respiration, and I was thinking, โYou know who this sounds like? Melbourne.โโ -- Trey
Richelle MeadโMa'am?โ She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. โHmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne.โ โMelrose,โ I corrected. โAre you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia.โ โWell, my first name is Sydney,โ I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.
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 Mead