Quotes About Adrian

You're in an awfully good mood," he observed. "Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?" I gave up on my artistic interpretation and turned to him. "Nope. Brayden just broke up with me." Adrian's smirk faded. "Oh. Shit. I'm sorry. Are you... I mean, do you need a drink? Do you need to, uh, cry or anything?

I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way." I shook my head and stepped back. "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way.

Adrian: I can visit people in their dreams. Christian: Stop. I can feel there is a comment coming on about how women already dream about you. I just ate, you know.

Brayden met my eyes. His were hazel, almost like Eddie's but with a little green. Not as much green as Adrian's, of course. No one's eyes were that amazingly green.

I don't suppose you offered to help?" "Sage," Adrian declared. "These hands don't do manual labor." He knocked another ball into a hole. "You want to play?" "What? With you?" "No, with Clarence." He sighed at my dumbfounded look. "Yes, of course with me.

Well, this is a nice surprise," he said. He looked us over. Jill had changed into her normal clothes during her isolation today, but I still had on the Amberwood blouse and skirt. "Sage, aren't you guys supposed to have uniforms? This looks like what you usually wear." "Cute," I said, suppressing an eye roll. Adrian gave me a mock bow. "Careful. You almost smiled.

Unexpected treat," he said. His eyes fell on Marcus and widened. "I'll be damned. You found him." "Thanks to you," I said. Adrian glanced over at me. A smile started to form-and then instantly dried up. "What happened to your face?" "Oh," I lightly touched the swollen spot. It still smarted but wasn't as painful as it had been earlier. I spoke my next words without thinking. "Marcus hit me.

It really was an accident," I told him. "Marcus thought I was there to abduct him." Adrian, having no such hang-ups with the bed, sat down. He winced, probably from the blow to the stomach. "If someone like you showed up to abduct me, I'd let you.

What'd did I tell you?" muttered Adrian. He has no fuzzy affection for his father. "De-lightful.

Is it true?" She asked. "Do you have a date?" "For the love of-you know it's true! And you told Adrian didn't you?

Really, Sage? A date?" I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date." "A real date. Not, like, doing homework together," he added. "I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that's not part of an assignment. Or about something boring." "A real date.

If by 'devastating' you mean that you should fear for your life, then yeah. You're right." I jerked open the door. "Good night, Adrian.

The love Adrian and I shared was powerful, and I knew it would sustain us for the rest of our lives, no matter what was to come.

What's up?" I asked. "You tell me," he said. "You were the one about ready to start making out with Adrian." "It was an experiment," I said. "It was part of my therapy." "What the hell kind of therapy are you in?

Cool'," said Adrian. "'Wind.' I see what you did there, Sage. Pretty clever.

Really?" I asked. "Misty Steele?" Marcus shrugged. "It was Adrian's suggestion." "It's badass," insisted Adrian.

It's Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don't try to understand it. Just roll with it.

Well, I'm glad we got a lead on Jill," she said. "But you guys really should have been more careful about—" "What was that you showed Sonya?" Dimitri suddenly joined Rose on the screen. She shot him an amused look. "Easy, comrade. You'll get your chance to lecture them too." "Geez," said Adrian. "How many other people are there lurking off-screen?

We hadn't officially had a honeymoon after our wedding, but we'd often talked about all the potential places we'd like to go, if only we had the freedom. Italy was still high on my list, as was Greece. But honestly, I would've gladly settled for Missouri, if only Adrian could be with me, free from pursuit.

There were vases of silk roses carefully centered on crocheted doilies, figurines of puppies carrying roses in their mouths on lace doilies, and delicate rose-covered tea sets placed on paper doilies. And that was just the start of it. It all had a really old feel to it as well, like I'd been transported back to the 1890s. Adrian stood behind us, just outside the door, and I was pretty sure I heard him mutter, "Needs more rabbits.

She glanced over at Adrian. "But then, you must've overcome a few of your hang-ups about the supernatural if you rode in the same as Jaclyn's pool boy." "These hands don't do manual labor," Adrian told her. "Be quiet, boy," she snapped. "Before you become less endearing.

Tatiana, the former Moroi queen, had been Christian's great-aunt. She'd been viciously murdered this summer, and though Adrian rarely spoke about her, I'd heard from a number of people that they'd been close.

Really, Sage? A date?" I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date.

Unexpectedly, it was from Adrian. How r u feeling after last night? Been worried about u.