I Certainly Hadn't Expected To

Adrian Gave The Picture A Nod Of Approval Before Handing Me The Phone. "okay, Even I Can Admit That's Pretty Cute." I Found Myself Overanalyzing The Comment. What Had He Meant In Saying 'even He' Could Admit It? That I Was Cute For A Human? Or That I Had Just Met Some Kind Of Adrian Hot-girl Criteria?

God, I Got Lucky. If I'd Hurt It, It Would Have Put Me Out Of Practice For A While.” Smiling, He Returned To His Chair. "i Know. You Kept Telling Me That While I Was Carrying You. You Were Very Upset.” "you...you Carried Me Here?” "after We Broke The Bench Apart And Freed Your Foot.” Man. I'd Missed Out On A Lot. The Only Thing Better Than Imagining Dimitri Carrying Me In His Arms Was Imagining Him Shirtless While Carrying Me In His Arms.

None Of It Seems Real. Who Knows? Maybe It Isn’t. Maybe It’s Actually Happening To Someone Else. Maybe It’s Something I Imagined. Maybe Soon I’m Going To Wake Up And Find Everything Fixed With Lissa And Dimitri. We’ll All Be Together, And He’ll Be There To Smile And Hold Me And Tell Me Everything ‘s Going To Be Okay. Maybe All Of This Really Has Been A Dream. But I Don’t Think So.

Oh God," I Said. "i'm Zmey's Daughter. Zmey Junior. Zmeyette, Even.

If You Want Some Advice—which I'm Sure You Don't—you Guys Should Lay Off On The Magic. Christian Still Thinks You're Moving In On Lissa." "what?" He Asked In Mock Astonishment. "doesn't He Know My Heart Belongs To You?" "it Does Not. And No, He's Still Worried About It, Despite What I've Told Him." "you Know, I Bet If We Started Making Out Right Now, It Would Make Him Feel Better." "if You Touch Me," I Said Pleasantly, "i'll Provide You With The Opportunity To See If You Can Heal Yourself. Then We'd See How Badass You Really Are.