A Strange, Warm Feeling Swirled

Why Not The Bahamas? Or The Corn Palace?

Both Christian And Adrian Had Worried There Would Be Some Piece Of Strigoi Left In Him, But Their Fears Had Been About Violence And Bloodshed. No One Would Have Guessed This: That Living As A Strigoi Had Hardened His Heart, Killing Any Chance Of Him Loving Anyone. Killing Any Chance Of Him Loving Me. And I Was Pretty Sure That If That Was The Case, Then Part Of Me Would Die Too.

Knowing Lissa Missed Me Hurt Almost More Than If She'd Completely Written Me Off. I'd Never Wanted To Hurt Her. Even When I'd Resented Her For Feeling Like She Was Controlling My Life, I'd Never Hated Her. I Loved Her Like A Sister And Couldn't Stand The Thought Of Her Suffering Now On My Behalf. How Had Things Gotten So Screwed Up Between Us?

We're Going On A, Um, Windmill Tour Later This Week." If I'd Wanted To Shut Them All Up, I'd Definitely Succeeded. They All Looked Stunned. Adrian Spoke First. "i'm Going To Assume That Means He's Flying You To Amsterdam On His Private Jet. If So, I'd Like To Come Along. But Not For The Windmills.

His Warmth Was All Around Me, As Was His Love, And Again, I Felt That Completeness. I Had That Missing Piece Of My Word Back. The Soul That Complemented Mine. My Match. My Equal. Not Only That, I Had My Life Back -my Own Life. I Would Protect Lissa, I Would Serve, But I Was Finally My Own Person.