Dimitri Belikov Had Arrived.

So. You’re Saying My Sister’s Dressed Like A Prostitute

I Eyed Dimitri, Recalling A Shadow In My Periphery Back In The Ballroom. "you Followed When I Jumped In Front Of Lissa, Didn't You? Who Were You Going For? Me Or Her?" He Studied Me For Several Long Seconds. He Could Have Lied. He Could Have Given The Easy Answer By Saying He'd Intended To Push Both Of Us Out Of The Way-if That Was Even Possible, Which I Didn't Recall. But Dimitri Didn't Lie. "i Don't Know, Roza. I Don't Know.

I've Lost Someone, Too; Someone I Loved. I Know How You Feel." - Does It Get Easier? "yes. But You'll Never Be The Same Again.

ʺyour Hair Was Beautiful Too. All Of You. You Were Amazing When We First Met, And Somehow, Inexplicably, Youʹve Come Even Farther. Youʹve Always Been Pure, Raw Energy, And Now You Control It. Youʹre The Most Amazing Woman Iʹve Ever Met, And Iʹm Glad To Have Had That Love For You In My Life. I Regret Losing It.ʺ He Grew Pensive. ʺi Would Give Anything—anything—in The World To Go Back And Change History. To Run Into Your Arms After Lissa Brought Me Back. To Have A Life With You. Itʹs Too Late, Of Course, But Iʹve Accepted It.ʺ

Seth Moved Behind Me, His Presence Steady And Reassuring. Waiting To Catch Me, Even Though I Refused To Fall Just Yet.