The Choices We Made Today Were Templates

He Sighed And Then Focused His Eyes Right On Me. It Was Like Drowning, Drowning In Seas Of Green. There Was Nothing In The World Except For Those Eyes. "i Want To Kiss You, Rose," He Said Softly. "and I Want You To Want Me Too.

You Know, Aunt Tasha Makes Jokes About How Youʹd Actually Be A Better Queen Than The Others, Except Sometimes . . . I Donʹt Think Sheʹs Joking.

You Guys Didn't Really Think You Could Go Off On A Party Weekend Without Me, Did You? Especially Here Of All Places—" He Froze And It Was One Of Those Rare Moments When Adrian Ivashkov Was Caught Totally And Completely Off Guard. "did You Know," He Said Slowly, "that Victor Dashkov Is Sitting On Your Bed?" "yeah," I Said. "it Was Kind Of A Shock To Us Too.

Guilt Was Its Own Prison.

...but Dimitri...well, My Former Lover And Instructor Was In A Category All His Own. His Fighting Skills Were Beyond Anyone Else's, And He Was Using Them All In Defense Of Me. "stay Back," He Ordered Me. "they Aren't Laying A Hand On You.