I Don’t Belong To Anyone.

You Can Think Whatever You Want, Do Whatever You Want. I'm Going To Just Go On Loving You, Even If It's Hopeless.

Okay, God, I Thought. Get Me Out Of This And I’ll Stop My Half-assed Church-going Ways. You Got Me Past A Pack Of Strigoi Tonight. I Mean, Trapping That One Between The Doors Really Shouldn't Have Worked, So Clearly You're On Board. Let Me Get Out Of Here, And I’ll...i Don’t Know. Donate Adrian’s Money To The Poor. Get Baptized. Join A Convent. Well, No. Not That Last One.

There Would Be No Wedding For Me. No Bridal Hopes. Not With Seth, Not With Anyone. Those Things Were Lost To Me Forever. There Was Only An Eternity Alone, No Lifelong Lovers, Only Those I Shared A Night With…. - Georgina

Both Christian And Adrian Had Worried There Would Be Some Piece Of Strigoi Left In Him, But Their Fears Had Been About Violence And Bloodshed. No One Would Have Guessed This: That Living As A Strigoi Had Hardened His Heart, Killing Any Chance Of Him Loving Anyone. Killing Any Chance Of Him Loving Me. And I Was Pretty Sure That If That Was The Case, Then Part Of Me Would Die Too.

Considering Adrian Had Once Gotten Bored While Reading While Reading A Particularly Long Menu, I Had A Hard Time Imagining He'd Read The Hugo Book In Any Language.