You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.
"Most fathers don't threaten to disembowel their daughter's boyfriends." "That's not true. And anyway, that's not what I actually said. It was much worse."
"You've asked me out tons of times." "Not really. I've made inappropriate suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date."
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just defended Christian's honor. Isn't he a pain in the ass? "Yes he is. But for the next 6 weeks he's MY pain in the ass.
Don't take the high ground and assume you already know what you'll do. The truth is, when it comes to someone you love, you'll find there isn't anything you won't do.
By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy. Hey, no one said high school was easy.
"Who is he?" "An idiot," said Adrian. "Makes me look like an upstanding member of society.
"Well, that depends, I suppose. I heard someone once say that men dance the same way they have sex. So, if you want everyone here to think you're the kind of guy who just sits around and-" He stood up. "Let's dance."
I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.
You're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.
You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.
But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.
If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.
No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?
"That's pretty hot," he said. "Punching me in the eye?" "Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports." "I'm sure you are."
I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in him-barely-so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.
Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a long time... and it's all good.
You see something you like?
"You can't fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line." "No time. I have enough trouble keeping you in line.
"Isn't it obvious, Sage?" "No, of course, it isn't." "I did it so I'd have a reason to be around you - one I knew you couldn't refuse."
Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.
"I'm glad you're better," he said. His mouth sounded like it was almost in my hair, just above my ear. "When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.'"
Don't worry, little dhampir. You might be surrounded by clouds, but you'll always be like sunshine to me.
All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened. I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.
"Screw you," I told him in a low voice. "Are you offering?” "From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.
Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.
"I'm not a warrior or a goddess," I said at last. Adrian leaned closer. "As far as I'm concerned, you're both."
"I'm not dangerous," I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. "You are to me." And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.
Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass."