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So That's How You're Going To Fix The Family Problem. Little Dragomirs. Good Idea.

He Smiled, And It Lit Up His Whole Face.

I Decided Then That If The Two People I Loved Most Were Safe, I Could Leave This World. The Dead Could Finally Have Me. And Iʹd Fulfilled My Purpose, Right? To Protect? Iʹd Done It. Iʹd Saved Lissa, Just Like Iʹd Sworn Iʹd Always Do. I Was Dying In Battle. No Appointment Books For Me.

Hey, If You'd Wanted To Avoid 'this,' You Shouldn't Have Lured Me Last Night. Now It's Too Late. You Might As Well Avoid The Long, Drawn-out Pain And Get It Over With Quickly. Sort Of Like Taking Off A Band-aid. Or Cutting Off A Limb." "wow, Who Says There's No Romance Left In The World?

Love Is . . .” An Old Memory With Adrian Came Back To Me, And Some Of The Turbulent Emotion I Always Carried Within Me These Days Welled Up In My Chest. It Was Stupid, Feeling So Lovesick When He’d Been Gone Less Than A Day, But I Couldn’t Get Him Or The Ways He Described Love Out Of My Head. “. . . A Flame In The Dark. A Breath Of Warmth On A Winter’s Night. A Star That Guides You Home.