Tawny," I Barked. My Voice

The Other Problem In My Life Is Dimitri. He's The One Who Killed Natalie, And He's A Total Badass. He's Also Pretty Good-looking. Okay—more Than Good-looking. He's Hot—like, The Kind Of Hot That Makes You Stop Walking On The Street And Get Hit By Traffic.

Only What?” I Asked. I Could Barely Hear My Own Voice. He Turned His Gaze Back To Me, Firm And Unflinching. “only… More Human.” And That Was It. All The Anger And Sorrow Vanished. There Was Nothing In Me. Nothing At All. I Was Empty. “get Out,” I Said.

I Clung To That Spark Of Hope, Nurturing It Into A Small Flame That Chased Some Of The Shadows In My Heart Away.

Turning Away, I Stared At The Long Road Winding Off Ahead Of Me. I Sighed. This Trip Might Take Awhile. "then Start Walking, Rose," I Muttered To Myself. I Set Off, Off To Kill The Man I Loved.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?