Fortunately For Dimitri, I Had His Back.

Dimitri: "don't Look At Me Like That." Rose: "like What?" Dimitri: "you've Got This Look On Your Face That Says You Think I'm Delusional, But You're Too Nice To Say Anything.

I Can Be A Good Friend, Or A Bad Enemy.

I’d Seen Him Fight Before, But It Never Got Old. He Was Captivating. He Never Stopped Moving. Every Action Was Graceful And Lethal. He Was A Dancer Of Death.

In This One Terrified Moment, My Mind Couldn’t Focus On Any Of It. “i’ve Forgotten Everything.” “no, You Haven’t.” His Voice In The Darkness Was Calm And Reassuring. He Smoothed Back My Hair And Pressed One Of Those Half Kisses To My Forehead. “just Relax And Focus." “his Reasonable Words Centered Me And Allowed The Gears Of Logic That Ran My Life To Take Over Again.

Smiling, I Cut Across The Quadrangle Toward The Commons. I Felt Better About Life Than I Had In A Very Long Time. We Could Do This, Lissa And Me. We Could Do This Together.