I Can't Shut My Brain Off. It's

Thatʹs A Dangerous Look,ʺ Said Dimitri, Giving Me A Brief Glance Before Returning His Eyes To The Road. ʺwhat Look?ʺ I Asked Innocently. ʺthe One That Says You Just Got Some Idea.

Rose Once Told Me About This Poem She’d Read. There Was This Line, ‘if Your Eyes Weren’t Open, You Wouldn’t Know The Difference Between Dreaming And Waking.’ You Know What I’m Afraid Of? That Someday, Even With My Eyes Open, I Still Won’t Know.

Bound By Love, But Sworn To Kill.

I Don't Care If You Say We Can't Be Together. I Don't Care If You Think I'm The Most Evil, Unnatural Creature Walking On Earth. You Can Think Whatever You Want, Go Whatever You Want. I'm Going To Just Go On Loving You, Even If It's Hopeless.

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.