And after a while...I mean how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that...well, some people have to die.

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I’ll...I don’t know. Donate Adrian’s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.

In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you." "I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.

Adrian sighed. "I knew you staying out of trouble was too good to be true.

Well there you go. Even a psychopath recognized your worth enough to want to kill someone else first." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

ʺThings are going to get worse before they get better, arenʹt they?ʺ

You destroy my life then feed me inspirational philosophy.