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Don't Touch Her," He Growled. There Was A Note In His Voice That Would Of Scared Me If It Had Been Directed Toward Me. He Shoved Me Behind Him, Putting His Body Protectively In Front Of Mine With My Back To The Table. Guardians Came At Us From All Directions,and Dimitri Began Dispatching Them With The Same Deadly Grace That Had Once Made People Call Him A God.

The Only Thing Better Than Imagining Dimitri Carrying Me In His Arms Was Imagining Him Shirtless While Carrying Me In His Arms.

Wanting And Needing Are Two Different Things.

However, He Also Trusted Me To Make My Own Decisions. Contradicting Me Or Telling Me What To Do Wasn't In His Nature - Even Though He Secretly May Have Wanted To.

Sydney: I Like Latin. It's Fun. Eddie: I Can't Believe You Think We're The Strange Ones.