I Can Be A Good Friend, Or

Christian Stretched Out Beside Her And Pulled Her Close. ʺbut For What Itʹs Worth, I Think Youʹd Be A Great Queen Too, Princess Dragomir.ʺ ʺyouʹre Going To Get Dirty,ʺ She Warned. ʺalready Am. Oh, You Mean From Your Clothes?ʺ He Wrapped His Arms Around Her, Heedless Of Her Damp And Muddy State. ʺi Spent Most Of My Childhood Hiding In A Dusty Attic And Own Exactly One Dress Shirt. You Really Think I Care About This T-shirt?ʺ

You're A Dhampir," I Breathed. "so Are You." He Teased. "yeah, But I Just Thought—" "that I Was Human? Because Of The Bite Marks?" "yeah." I Admitted, No Point In Lying. "we All Have To Survive," He Said "and Dhamphirs Are Good At Figuring Ways Out To.

That's What I Was Supposed To Say.

Adrian Tipped My Face Up Toward His And Kissed Me. Like Always, The World Around Me Stopped Moving. No, The World Became Adrian, Only Adrian.

Do You Want Me To Call You Celery Stick Instead Of Cupcake Or Honey-pie? It Just Doesn’t Inspire The Same Warm And Fuzzy Feelings.