I Clung To That Spark Of Hope,

Adrian Might Be Brash And Impertinent, But He Knew How To Move. Maybe Dance Lessons Had Been Part Of Growing Up In An Elite Tier Of Moroi Society. Or Maybe He Was Just Naturally Skilled At Using His Body. That Kiss Has Certainly Show A Fair Amount Of Talent.

It Was Like Having A Genie. I'd Only Get So Many Wishes.

I Knew You Were A Badass," Continued Adrian. "but I Didn't Realize Just How Much Until I Saw You Dropping Guardians Out There." "does That Mean You're Going To Be Nicer To Me?" I Teased. "i'm Already Nice To You," He Said Loftily. "do You Know How Badly I Want A Cigarette Right Now? But No. I Manfully Suffer Through Nicotine Withdrawal—all For You.

The Answer Came To Me Before I'd Even Finished Asking Myself The Question. I Couldn't Be Mason's Girlfriend Because When I Imagined Someone Holding Me And Whispering Dirty Things In My Ear, He Had A Russian Accent.

By The Way, My Name's Rose Hathaway. I'm Seventeen Years Old, Training To Protect And Kill Vampires, In Love With A Completely Unsuitable Guy, And Have A Best Friend Whose Weird Magic Could Drive Her Crazy. Hey, No One Said High School Was Easy.