It Won't Be That Simple

Our Gazes Locked, So Much Passing Between Us. In Those Moments, I Wasn't In A Tent With Him, On The Run From Those Who Regarded Us As Villains. There Was No Murderer To Catch, No Strigoi Trauma To Overcome. There Was Just Him And Me And The Feelings That Had Burned Between Us For So Long.

You'd Be Surprised. Besides, They Don't Even Send Royal Traitors To Prison, Rose. Everyone Knows That." I Scoffed. "are You Insane? Of Course They Do. What Else Do You Think They Do With Traitors? Set Them Free And Tell Them Not To Do It Again?" "no," Said Abe, Just Before He Turned Away. "they Execute Traitors.

I Fought Against Her, Trying To Mount Some Kind Of Defense, But It Was Like Fighting Dimitri On Crack.

I'd Seen Weirder Things Than A Haunted Shoe, But Not Many.

Sydney: "you Can Be Jet If You Want, But We Are Not Posing As A Couple Again" Adrian: "are You Sure? Because I've Got A Lot More Terms Of Endearment To Use. Honey Pie. Sugarplum. Bread Pudding." Sydney: "why Are They All High-calorie Foods? And Bread Pudding Isn't Really That Romantic." Adrian: "do You Want Me To Call You Celery Stick Instead? It Just Doesn't Inspire The Same Warm And Fuzzy Feelings." - The Indigo Spell