Things Die. But They Don't

Life, Unfortunately, Doesn't Seem To Care What We Want.

I’d Been Raised To Be Practical And Keep My Emotions In Check, But I Loved Cars. That Was One Of The Few Legacies I’d Picked Up From My Mom. She Was A Mechanic, And Some Of My Best Childhood Memories Were Of Working In The Garage With Her.

But I Didn't Know About The Other Story." "what Other Story?” "about How You And Adrian Ivashkov Are—" "no, Whatever You Heard It’s Not True." "but It Was Really Romantic" "then It’s Definitely Not True.

Our Gazes Locked, So Much Passing Between Us. In Those Moments, I Wasn't In A Tent With Him, On The Run From Those Who Regarded Us As Villains. There Was No Murderer To Catch, No Strigoi Trauma To Overcome. There Was Just Him And Me And The Feelings That Had Burned Between Us For So Long.

When I Saw You Fall..." "you Thought, 'wow, She's A Loser.