You Did Good Roza. Very Good. Now

Hey." She Said, Looking Up From An Open Book Propped Up On One Knee. She Brushed A Few Strands Of Pale Hair Out Of Her Face. Her Boyfriend, Christian, Lay On The Floor Near Her, His Head Propped Up On Her Other Knee. He Greeted Me By Way Of A Nod. Concidering The Antagonism The Sometimes Flared Up Between Us, That Was Almost On Par With Him Giving Me A Bear Hug.

Sitting Beside Abe Was Adrian Ivashkov--my More-or-less Boyfriend. Adrian Was A Royal Moroi--and Another Spirit User Like Lissa. He'd Been Crazy About Me (and Often Just Crazy) Ever Since We First Met

The Other Problem In My Life Is Dimitri. He's The One Who Killed Natalie, And He's A Total Badass. He's Also Pretty Good-looking. Okay-more Than Good-looking. He's Hot-like, The Kind Of Hot That Makes You Stop Walking On The Street And Get Hit By Traffic. But, Like I Said, He's My Instructor. And He's Twenty-four. Both Of Those Are Reasons Why I Shouldn't Have Fallen For Him. But, Honestly, The Most Important Reason Is That He And I Will Be Lissa's Guardian When She Graduates. If He And I Are Checking Each Other Out, Then That Means We Aren't Looking Out For Her.

Maybe I Was In Love, But I Was Still Me, After All.

My Smile Faded, And I Suddenly Felt Confused. My Heart Leapt In My Chest. "why Would You Do That For Me?" "what Wouldn't I Do For You?