I'm Guessing Whatever 'ways' You

How Do You Say Goodbye To Someone Who Isn't Exactly Gone.

None Of The Bravado He Usually Showed Was There. I Guess There Was "usually" And Then There Was Being Held In The Grip Of A Really Ripped, Really Tall, And Really Pissed Off Russian Guy.

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.

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.

My Boyfriend Was Insanely Sexy, Vampire Or Not, And I Couldn't Keep My Hands Off Him.