So That's How You're Going To Fix

I'm Sorry." "be Sorry You Lied," He Said, Pressing A Kiss To My Forehead. "don't Be Sorry You Loved Him. That's Part Of You, Part You Have To Let Go, Yeah, But Still Something That's Made You Who You Are.

It Was Something Of A Mystery How A Couple Of Teenage Girls Had Managed To Escape Detection For Two Years, Especially When One Of Them Was A Privileged Moroi Princess And The Other A Delinquent Dhampir With A Disciplinary File So Long That It Broke School Records.

I Looked Back And Forth At Them In Amazement. I Didn't Know If I Was Witnessing A Fight Or Foreplay. I Wasn't Thrilled About Either Option.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?

Well, No One Treats Me Like A Full-fledged Royal, Said Lissa, Turning Back To The Dresses. No Reason To Act Like One Now. Show Me Your Straps And Short-sleeves.