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You've Got To Take It On Faith That The Enemy Of Your Enemy Is Your Friend.

Can't You Ever Get Off For Good Behavior?" "sure, If I Was Ever Good.

I Have To Get Back There." I Said To Adrian. "into That Door." He Arched An Eyebrow. "what, Like Sneaking In? How Very Black Ops Of You. And Oh, You Know— Dangerous And Foolish." "i Know." I Said, Surprised At How Calm I Sounded As I Admitted That. "but I Have To Know Something, And This May Be My Only Chance." "then I'll Go With You In Case That Guy Comes Back," He Said With A Sigh. "never Let It Be Said Adrian Ivashkov Doesn't Help Damsels In Distress.

People Really Want To Set Up These Rivalries Because There's A Lot Of Vampire Books Out There. People Want To Believe We're All Fierce Rivals, And Really There's Just So Much Camaraderie With Authors. Everyone Kind Of Boosts Each Other.

My God, Sage. Your Eyes. How Have I Never Noticed Them?" That Uncomfortable Feeling Was Spreading Over Me Again. "what About Them?" "the Color," He Breathed. "when You Stand In The Light. They're Amazing... Like Molten Gold. I Could Paint Those..." He Reached Toward Me But Then Pulled Back. "they're Beautiful. You're Beautiful.