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Roza." His Voice Had That Same Wonderful Lowness, The Same Accent . . . It Was All Just Colder. "you Forgot My First Lesson: Don’t Hesitate.

My God, Sage. Your Eyes. How Have I Never Noticed Them?" That Uncomfortable Feeling Was Spreading Over Me Again. "what About Them?" "the Color," He Breathed. "when You Stand In The Light. They're Amazing... Like Molten Gold. I Could Paint Those..." He Reached Toward Me But Then Pulled Back. "they're Beautiful. You're Beautiful.

You're Burned Into My Mind Forever. There Is Nothing, Nothing In This World That Will Ever Change That." And It Was Memories Like That That Made It So Hard To Comprehend This Quest To Kill Him, Even If He Was A Strigoi. Yet...at The Same Time I Had To Destroy Him. I Needed To Remember Him As The Man Who'd Loved Me And Held Me In Bed. I Needed To Remember That That Man Would Not Want To Stay A Monster.

Only What?” I Asked. I Could Barely Hear My Own Voice. He Turned His Gaze Back To Me, Firm And Unflinching. “only… More Human.” And That Was It. All The Anger And Sorrow Vanished. There Was Nothing In Me. Nothing At All. I Was Empty. “get Out,” I Said.

He Leaned Closer To Me And Then Seemed Shocked As He Realized What He Was Doing. "why Would You Do That? Why Would You Do That For Me?