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I’m Not Dangerous,” I Breathed. He Brought His Face Toward Mine. “you Are To Me.” And Somehow, Against All Reason, We Were Kissing.

As I’d Observed, It Was Clear That Rose Was Willing To Do Anything And Fight Anyone To Protect Her Friend. I Admired That—i Admired That A Lot—but It Didn’t Stop Me From Striking Out To Block Her.

I Always Love It Whenever Rose Delivers One Of Her Witty One-liners—particularly When It’s A Completely Serious Situation. The Contrast Always Amuses Me, But Then, I’m Biased.

My Captivity With Dimitri. The Way His Mouth—so, So Warm, Despite His Cold Skin—had Kissed Mine. The Feel Of His Fangs Pressing Into My Neck And The Sweet Bliss That Followed... He Looked Exactly The Same Too, With That Chalky White Pallor And Red-ringed Eyes That So Conflicted With The Soft, Chin-length Brown Hair And Otherwise Gorgeous Lines Of His Face. He Even Had A Leather Duster On.

I Figured I Could Read More Than Five Pages Tonight Since I'd Been Deprived For The Last Couple Of Days. When I Finished The Fifteenth, I Discovered I Was Three Pages From The Next Chapter. Might As Well End With A Clean Break. After I Was Done, I Sighed And Leaned Back, Feeling Decadent And Spent. Pure Bliss. Books Were A Lot Less Messy Than Orgasms.