Both Christian and Adrian had worried there would be some piece of Strigoi left in him, but their fears had been about violence and bloodshed. No one would have guessed this: that living as a Strigoi had hardened his heart, killing any chance of him loving anyone. Killing any chance of him loving me. And I was pretty sure that if that was the case, then part of me would die too.
Richelle MeadI clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart away.
Richelle MeadHe leaned closer to me and then seemed shocked as he realized what he was doing. "Why would you do that? Why would you do that for me?
Richelle MeadJill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.
Richelle MeadWhat's going on?" I sat down on the bed and finished the last of the scone. "Bad things," she said mischievously. "You'll approve.
Richelle MeadI tried to be a better person for herโ but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when Iโm around you, I want to be better becauseโฆ well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and youโre likeโฆ like light made into flesh. [โฆ] You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.
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