I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again.

All the best, Sydney P.S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car. P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.

Weirdly, an image of Adrian’s Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping it apart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better.

If someone like you showed up to abduct me, I'd let you.

I also have a feeling your mother’s going to have a very ugly conversation with me." – Dimitri

Life, unfortunately, doesnʹt seem to care what we want. Act now while you can actually stop it from being a disaster.

I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?