You Forgot My First Lesson: Don't Hesitate.

Where Are You Going?" He Asked. "to Break Someone's Heart," I Replied.

You Made Your Own Jean Shorts...with A Butter Knife?

My Death Will Not Be Penciled On Someone's Calendar.

Your Hair," Repeated Dimitri. His Eyes Were Wide, Almost Awestruck. "your Hair Is Beautiful." I Didn't Think So, Not In Its Current State. Of Course, Considering We Were In A Dark Alley Filled With Bodies, The Choices Were Kind Of Limited. "you See? You're Not One Of Them. Strigoi Don't See Beauty. Only Death. You Found Something Beautiful. One Thing That's Beautiful." Hesitantly, Nervously, He Ran His Fingers Along The Strands I'd Touched Earlier. "but Is It Enough?" "it Is For Now." I Pressed A Kiss To His Forehead And Helped Him Stand. "it Is For Now.

I Couldn’t Help It,” I Said, Knowing How Lame That Sounded. It Was As Bad As Angeline’s “it’s Not My Fault” Mantra.