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It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own.

Besides, when not hard at work with this research, I'm actually conducting a side experiment on how cigarettes and gin increase charisma. As you might guess, the results are looking very promising.

Adrian rolled his eyes. "I'm kind of surprised to find you lecturing about underage girls.

I felt the need to clarify we were there for the self defense class, in case he also taught about dog breeding or riding the high seas.

I wrote back with a quick message: How do you know about 24601? I refuse to believe you read the book. You saw the musical, right? I hit send and received a response back from him almost immediately. SparkNotes.

What were you thinking?" I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. "Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in?" Adrian grinned. "Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists.

Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery." "Christ, Kincaid, what did you say to him?" murmured Doug. "Well," I told Doug, "I ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out." Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded. "Then I said—not knowing who he was—that I'd be Seth Mortensen's love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.

Sydney sighed and stood up, smoothing her rumpled clothes with dismay. 'I need a coffee shop or something.' 'I think I saw one in a cave down the road,' I said. That almost got a smile from her.

Is it possible to specialize in more than one element?" She laughed and shook her head. "No. Too much power. No one could handle all that magic, not without losing her mind." Oh. Great.

Are you kidding? He's arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, and—oh." Okay. Maybe she had a point.

Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.

The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.

Smug, I looked back at Tatiana. "Isn´t eighteen the legal voting age?" Checkmate, bitch.

Do you know where to find a party or something?" "I'm Adrian Ivashkov," I declared. "The parties find me.

Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing.? I appreciated the support.

Since...since when?" I finally managed to ask. "Since...forever." His tone implied the answer was obvious.

You're presumptuous and arrogant and a whole lot of other things if you think I've changed my mind." "You see, that's just it." There he was again, moving into my space. "I think you like the 'other things.

Yeah, I was at the Masquerade of the Damned.

You will not! It's wrong." "What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?

But it's not the name I'd give to a conqueror of worlds... I would've gone with Thundro or Ragnor. I might just call him Thundro anyway.

What in the world is this abomination?" Lissa, only slightly more tactful, asked, "Adrian, is this some kind of joke?

My commentary's hilarious, not witty.

I was testing dorm security," I said. "It sucks." - Rose

I also have a feeling your mother's going to have a very ugly conversation with me." – Dimitri