I Won't Lie. Walking Into A Room

I'm Just Confused. I Can't Read Your Signals. One Moment You're Hot, The Next You're Cold. You Tell Me You Want Me, You Tell Me You Don't. If You Picked One, That'd Be Fine, But You Keep Making Me Think One Thing And Then You End Up Going In A Completely Different Direction. Not Just Now—all The Time.

You're Not As Much Of A Lost Cause As She Was. I Mean, With Her, I Had To Overcome Her Deep, Epic Love With A Russian Warlord. You And I Just Have To Overcome Hundreds Of Years' Worth Of Deeply Ingrained Prejudice And Taboo Between Our Two Races. Easy.

We All Screw Up. Everyone Makes Mistakes. That’s What She Did. It Was Bad Judgment, That’s All. You Don’t Cut Off The People You Love For Mistakes Like That.

It's Okay," I Said Soothingly. "you're Just Getting Your Stride Back. Once You're Up To Full Power, I'll Go Crack A Rib Or Something So We Can Test It." She Groaned. "the Horrible Part Is That I Don't Think You're Joking.

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.