Mmm. O Positive, My Favorite.

But Also... Well, You And I Will Both Be Lissa's Gaurdians Someday. I Need To Protect Her At All Cost. If A Pack Of Strogoi Come, I Need To Throw My Body Between Them And Her." "i Know That. Of Course That's What You Have To Do." The Black Sparkles Were Dancing In Front Of My Eyes Again. I Was Fading Out. "no. If I Let Myself Love You, I Won't Throw Myself In Front Of Her. I'll Throw Myself In Front Of You.

I Fought Against Her, Trying To Mount Some Kind Of Defense, But It Was Like Fighting Dimitri On Crack.

Books Were A Lot Less Messy Than Orgasms.

Do What? Come Up With A Clever Pun Referencing Jerome's Demonic Status? The Truth Is, I Usually Keep A Stash Of Them On Hand And—

It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed With Sugar And Coffee Flavor.