What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lissa. "I hear that from women a lot," said Adrian. Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance.
Richelle MeadIโm not a violent person, Sydney. Not at all. Iโll make love over war any day. But I swear, if theyโd hurt youโโ โThey didnโt,โ I said firmly. I refused to let him know how scared Iโd been because I was afraid he might go after them. โIโm fine. You came to the rescue.โ A smile played at his lips. โSomething tells me you wouldโve rescued yourself.โ And like that, the smile vanished. โBut spirit wouldโve been a lot more effective than a branch.โ โYour treejitsu was very effective.
Richelle MeadYour hair," repeated Dimitri. His eyes were wide, almost awestruck. "Your hair is beautiful." I didn't think so, not in its current state. of course, considering we were in a dark alley filled with bodies, the choices were kind of limited. "You see? You're not one of them. Strigoi don't see beauty. Only death. You found something beautiful. One thing that's beautiful." Hesitantly, nervously, he ran his fingers along the strands I'd touched earlier. "But is it enough?" "It is for now." I pressed a kiss to his forehead and helped him stand. "It is for now.
Richelle MeadโShe didn't understand what it was like to be filled with a love so strong that it made your chest acheโa love you could only feel and not express. Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.
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.
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