No,''he said.''I was a Strigoi. I was one of them. I did...terrible things.'' The words were mild, but the tone of his voice spoke legions. The radiant faces of his family turned sober.''I was lost. Beyond hope. Except...Rose believed in me. Rose never gave up.
Richelle MeadYou have the patience of a saint," I grumbled, slouching into a chair. "And besides, you don't hang out with him 24/7." "Neither will you. It's only 24/6." "Same difference. It might as well be 24/10." She frowned. "That doesn't make any sense.
Richelle MeadDid you follow me from the party?" "Yes" "I didn't even know you were there." His dark clothes indicated he must have been on guardian duty at the party. "So you saw the illustrious Janine cause a commotion by dragging me out." "It wasn't a commotion. Hardly anyone noticed. I saw because I was watching you.
Richelle MeadDo you love him?" There were only a few people in the world who could ask me such insanely personal questions without getting punched. Dimitri was one of them.
Richelle MeadAll this timeโฆever since I sold my soul, Iโve been clinging to this idea that there is something pure and decent out there. That there was something to give me hope that even if I was a lost cause, at least there was something bright and good in the world. But there isnโt. If there was, Seth wouldnโt have fallen. Erik wouldnโt have died. Andrea Mortensen wouldnโt be dying.โ -Georgina to Carter
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