If He Wants To Tell You, He'll

What’s Wrong?” Asked Seth, Seeing My Frown. “that New Drummer. Alec. He Hit On Me Earlier, And Now He’s Moving In On Casey. I Think He’s One Of Those Guys Who Thinks Plying Girls With Liquor Is The Only Way To Get Laid.” “wait. I Thought I Was The Only Guy Who Knew That Secret.

All That Mattered Was That He Was Adrian, My Adrian. My Match. My Partner In Crime, In The Long Battle I’d Just Signed On For To Right The Wrongs In The Alchemist And Moroi Worlds. Maybe Marcus Was Right That I’d Also Signed Myself Up For Disaster, But I Didn’t Care. In That Moment, It Seemed That As Long As Adrian And I Were Together, There Was No Challenge Too Great For Us.

"well, You've Finally Got A License To Kill. It's About Time." I Turned And Met The Amused Eyes Of Christian Ozera, A Onetime Annoyance Who'd Become A Good Friend. So Good, In Fact, That In My Joyous Zeal, I Reached Out And Hugged Him - Something He Clearly Didn't Expect. I Was Surprising Everyone Today. "whoa, Whoa," He Said Backing Up, Flushing. "it Figures. You're The Only Girl Who'd Get All Emotional About The Thought Of Killing. I Don't Even Want To Think About What Goes On When You And Ivashkov Are Alone."

She Accused Me Of Wearing Pants From The Salvation Army." "rose, Your Pants Are From The Salvation Army." "that's So Not The Point!

I’d Said It Before And Meant It: Alive Or Undead, The Love Of My Life Was A Badass.