Right. As opposed to your cradle-robbing mentor. I don't really see you making much progress with him.

Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.

Okay," I said, clasping her hand. "I swear it. The next time I do something stupid that might get me killed, you can come along.

We can be together, Rose. Soon. We're almost there. And nothing will ever keep us apart.

Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trusting him. They seemed to think he'd go Strigoi at any moment and take everyone else with him. His abrasiveness and dark sence of humor didn't really help things, either.

Coming to my rescue?' 'Of course. It's what we do. I rescue you; you rescue me. We just take turns whenever the other needs it.

I looked him in the eye. “I will always love you.” Then I plunged the stake into his chest.