Anyone Who Takes A Hit For Adrian

Ah, My Daughter,ʺ He Said. ʺeighteen, And Already Youʹve Been Accused Of Murder, Aided Felons, And Acquired A Death Count Higher Than Most Guardians Will Ever See.ʺ He Paused. ʺi Couldnʹt Be Prouder.

John Cusack Is Standing Over There.” I Followed His Incredulous Gaze To Where A Man Very Like Mr. Cusack Did Indeed Stand, Smoking A Cigarette As He Leaned Against A Building. I Sighed. “that’s Not John Cusack. That’s Jerome.” “seriously?” “yup. I Told You He Looked Like John Cusack.” “keyword: Looked. That Guy Doesn’t Look Like Him. That Guy Is Him.

Whoa, Dimitri," I Said, Tossing My Bag On The Floor. "i Realize This Is Actually A Current Hit In Eastern Europe Right Now, But Do You Think We Could Maybe Listen To Something That Wasn't Recorded Before I Was Born?” Only His Eyes Flicked Toward Me; The Rest Of His Posture Remained The Same. "what Does It Matter To You? I'm The One Who's Going To Be Listening To It. You'll Be Outside Running.

Have You Ever Wanted To Put On A Santa Suit?" "i Have Always Wanted To Do That," Said Carter Gravely.

Lure Him Out. Send In A 'customer' With A Message From Me Needing To Meet Him. I'm Not The Kind Of Person He Can Ignore-well, That He Used To Not-never Mind. Once He's Out, We Can Get Him To A Place We Choose." I Nodded. "i Can Do That." "no," Said Dimitri. "you Can't." "why Not?" I Asked, Wondering If He Thought It Was Too Dangerous For Me. "because They'll Know You're A Dhampir The Instant They See You. They'll Probably Smell It First. No Strigoi Would Have A Dhampir Working For Him-only Humans." There Was An Uncomfortable Silence In The Car. "no!" Said Sydney. "i Am Not Doing That!