Who Knows More About Male Weakness: You

Everything Iʹd Been Taught About Eluding Someone Came Rushing Back To My Head. What I Wanted To Do More Than Anything Was Look Around And See If I Had A Follower, But That Would Have Definitely Attracted Attention.

I Saw Endless Depths Of Brown, The Depths I'd Fallen Into So Many Times. No Red Rings. Dimitri...was Not A Strigoi. And He Was Weeping.

The Kind Of Kiss That Said, I Want To Consume Every Inch Of You And Hear You Scream My Name.

I Had A Standing Arrangement With God: I'd Agree To Believe In Him—barely—so Long As He Let Me Sleep In On Sundays.

Dimitri Seemed Like The Kind Of Guy You Could Throw Into The Wilderness And He Would Survive Off Anything.