Dmitri was in my arms.

Aw you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. -Adrian Ivashkov

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

He was hiding from his problems in a bottle, something that went against every piece of my nature. Me? I couldnʹt let my problems win without a fight.

Impossible situations are our specialty.

I’d been raised to be practical and keep my emotions in check, but I loved cars. That was one of the few legacies I’d picked up from my mom. She was a mechanic, and some of my best childhood memories were of working in the garage with her.

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.