Having Your Own, Um, Cave At Eighteen

If You Want Some Advice—which I'm Sure You Don't—you Guys Should Lay Off On The Magic. Christian Still Thinks You're Moving In On Lissa." "what?" He Asked In Mock Astonishment. "doesn't He Know My Heart Belongs To You?" "it Does Not. And No, He's Still Worried About It, Despite What I've Told Him." "you Know, I Bet If We Started Making Out Right Now, It Would Make Him Feel Better." "if You Touch Me," I Said Pleasantly, "i'll Provide You With The Opportunity To See If You Can Heal Yourself. Then We'd See How Badass You Really Are.

Not Into Older Guys, Huh?" Asked Adrian Once We Were Alone. "you're Imagining Things," I Said. "clearly, My Stunning Beauty Has Clouded Your Mind.

There Were Drinks And Food In Full Force, And Some Moroi Guy Had A Guitar Out And Was Trying To Impress Girls With His Musical Skills—which Were Nonexistent. In Fact, His Music Was So Awful That He Might Have Discovered A New Way To Kill Strigoi.

I, Had An Excellent Instructor. One That You Currently Have Locked Up. If You Want To Talk About Skills Going To Waste, Then Go Look In Your Own Jail.

I Looked Him In The Eye. “i Will Always Love You.” Then I Plunged The Stake Into His Chest.