It was one thing to accept I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could.

My name's Jet Steele.

Dimitri should have been here with me. That's how it was supposed to have been.

He stepped back and threw his arms out. "I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you." He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky: "Rose is in red But never in blue Sharp as a thorn Fights like one too.

The book's always better than the movie.

You're burned into my mind forever. There is nothing, nothing in this world that will ever change that." And it was memories like that that made it so hard to comprehend this quest to kill him, even if he was a Strigoi. Yet...at the same time I had to destroy him. I needed to remember him as the man who'd loved me and held me in bed. I needed to remember that that man would not want to stay a monster.

I love you, and beneath all that logic, calculation, and superstition, I know you love me too.