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Wise Men Don't Need Concrete Answers. By Definition, They Need Wisdom." ~ Geraki

I Eyed Dimitri, Recalling A Shadow In My Periphery Back In The Ballroom. "you Followed When I Jumped In Front Of Lissa, Didn't You? Who Were You Going For? Me Or Her?" He Studied Me For Several Long Seconds. He Could Have Lied. He Could Have Given The Easy Answer By Saying He'd Intended To Push Both Of Us Out Of The Way-if That Was Even Possible, Which I Didn't Recall. But Dimitri Didn't Lie. "i Don't Know, Roza. I Don't Know.

How?" I Demanded. "how Could You Have Screwed This One Up?" "when I Got In, They Said The Manager Was On The Phone And Would Be A Few Minutes. So, I Sat Down And Ordered A Drink." This Time, I Did Lean My Forehead Against The Steering Wheel. "what Did You Order?" "a Martini." "a Martini." I Lifted My Head. "you Ordered A Martini Before A Job Interview." "it's A Bar, Sage. I Figured They'd Be Cool With It.

I Have To Get Back There." I Said To Adrian. "into That Door." He Arched An Eyebrow. "what, Like Sneaking In? How Very Black Ops Of You. And Oh, You Know— Dangerous And Foolish." "i Know." I Said, Surprised At How Calm I Sounded As I Admitted That. "but I Have To Know Something, And This May Be My Only Chance." "then I'll Go With You In Case That Guy Comes Back," He Said With A Sigh. "never Let It Be Said Adrian Ivashkov Doesn't Help Damsels In Distress.

My Captivity With Dimitri. The Way His Mouth—so, So Warm, Despite His Cold Skin—had Kissed Mine. The Feel Of His Fangs Pressing Into My Neck And The Sweet Bliss That Followed... He Looked Exactly The Same Too, With That Chalky White Pallor And Red-ringed Eyes That So Conflicted With The Soft, Chin-length Brown Hair And Otherwise Gorgeous Lines Of His Face. He Even Had A Leather Duster On.