If we could manage any sort of trust again... Well. That would make me happier than you can imagine

Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even.

I knew you were a badass," continued Adrian. "But I didn't realize just how much until I saw you dropping guardians out there." "Does that mean you're going to be nicer to me?" I teased. "I'm already nice to you," he said loftily. "Do you know how badly I want a cigarette right now? But no. I manfully suffer through nicotine withdrawal—all for you.

You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.

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.

But what I found most interesting was that Aaron had apparently found a way to pass the time without her. Beside him, holding his hand, was a Moroi girl who looked about eleven but had to be older, unless he'd become a pedophile during our absence.

Because it’s our duty to God to protect the rest of humanity from evil creatures of the night.