We Can Be Together, Rose. Soon. We're

We Need To Be Together." "why?" I Asked Softly. The Word Was Carried Away On The Wind, But He Heard. "because I Want You." I Gave Him A Sad Smile, Wondering If We'd Meet Again In The Land Of The Dead. "wrong Answer," I Told Him. I Let Go

The Nice Thing About A Series Is You Can End On Cliffhangers All The Time. You Can Be Like, 'you Know What? Here We Go, This Person Just Died, End Of Book.' And With The End Of The Series, You're Very Conscious Of All The Plotlines That Were Left Hanging. There's A Balance There To Wrap Those Up But Still Leave It Exciting.

None Of It Seems Real. Who Knows? Maybe It Isn’t. Maybe It’s Actually Happening To Someone Else. Maybe It’s Something I Imagined. Maybe Soon I’m Going To Wake Up And Find Everything Fixed With Lissa And Dimitri. We’ll All Be Together, And He’ll Be There To Smile And Hold Me And Tell Me Everything ‘s Going To Be Okay. Maybe All Of This Really Has Been A Dream. But I Don’t Think So.

I’m A Succubus.” He Shook His Head. “no, You Aren’t.” “yes, I Am.” “you Aren’t.” I Was A Bit Surprised To Be Having This Conversation. “i Am Too.” “no. Succubi Are Flame-eyed And Bat-winged. Everyone Knows That. They Don’t Wear Jeans And Sweaters.

But I Didn't Know About The Other Story." "what Other Story?” "about How You And Adrian Ivashkov Are—" "no, Whatever You Heard It’s Not True." "but It Was Really Romantic" "then It’s Definitely Not True.