He Anxiously Touched His Hair. "i Think

I’d Mentioned This Odd Wardrobe Choice To Adrian A Couple Of Weeks Ago: “isn’t Dimitri Hot?” Adrian’s Response Hadn’t Been Entirely Unexpected: “well, Yeah, According To Most Women, At Least.

My Mother Wasnʹt Sleeping With Anybody. She Doesnʹt Even Sleep With My Father.

Dimitri Seemed Like The Kind Of Guy You Could Throw Into The Wilderness And He Would Survive Off Anything.

He'd Written Me Up A Proposal Of Why Dating Him Was A Sound Decision. It Had Included Things Like "i'll Give Up Cigarettes Unless I Really, Really Need One" And "i'll Unleash Romantic Surprises Every Week, Such As: An Impromptu Picnic, Roses, Or A Trip To Paris—but Not Actually Any Of Those Things Because Now They're Not Surprises.

If You're Strigoi," The Boy Interrupted Loudly, "then Why Don't You Have Horns? My Friend Jeffrey Said Strigoi Have Horns." Dimitri's Eyes Fell Not On The Boy But On Me For A Moment. Again, That Spark Of Knowing Shot Between Us. Then, Face Smooth And Serious, Dimitri Turned To The Boy And Answered, "strigoi Don't Have Horns. And Even If They Did, It Wouldn't Matter Because I'm Not A Strigoi.