touching me like that. His fingertips were so light and gentle. "We can't be."
"We could." One of his fingers trailed down the side of my chin and came to rest on
the artery in my neck. "I could do it quickly. There'd be no pain. It'd be done before
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I imagined I'd pass out before I was even half-drained.
Together forever.
The world blurred a little. I don't know if it was because of my head trauma or the
terror coursing through my body. I had envisioned a hundred scenarios when I set out
after Dimitri. Becoming a Strigoi hadn't been one of them. Death-his or mine-had
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My sluggish thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly opened. Dimitri
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