I Didn't Like Having Reasonable Arguments Thrown

We Had Just Paid The Check When Dimitri's Cell Phone Rang. "hello?" He Answered. And Like That, His Face Transformed. That Fierceness I So Associated With Him Softened, And He Practically Glowed. "no, No. It's Always A Good Time For You To Call, Roza." Whatever The Response On The Other End Was, It Made Him Smile.

"well, I'm Supposed To Be Crazy, Right?" [...] "and There Isn't Much I Wouldn't Do For You. The Stupider, The Better."

It Is Terrifying,” Said Adrian. “and Weird, For Lack Of A Better Word. And Part Of You Knows… Well, Part Of You Knows Something’s Not Right. That Your Thinking’s Not Right. But What Do You About That? All We Can Go On Is What We Think, How We See The World. If You Can’t Trust Your Own Mind, What Can You Trust? What Other People Tell You?

He'd Written Me Up A Proposal Of Why Dating Him Was A Sound Decision. It Had Included Things Like "i'll Give Up Cigarettes Unless I Really, Really Need One" And "i'll Unleash Romantic Surprises Every Week, Such As: An Impromptu Picnic, Roses, Or A Trip To Paris—but Not Actually Any Of Those Things Because Now They're Not Surprises.

She Might Be Unarmed, But Rose Hathaway Was In Possession Of Many Weapons.