When Love And Jealousy Collide On The

Rose? Is That You?" I Peered Behind Him. Lissa. "what Are You Doing Here?" "what Are You Doing Here?" She Asked "ladies, Ladies" He Said Teasingly. "no Need To Fight Over Me." I Glared. "we're Not.

Do You Love Him?" There Were Only A Few People In The World Who Could Ask Me Such Insanely Personal Questions Without Getting Punched. Dimitri Was One Of Them.

And Sometimes, If I Was Really, Really Lucky, He’d Smile At Me. A Real Smile, Too—not The Dry One That Accompanied The Sarcasm We Tossed Around So Often. I Didn’t Want To Admit It To Anyone—not To Lissa, Not Even To Myself—but Some Days, I Lived For Those Smiles.

It Wasn't The Kind Of Touch That Said, Hey, I've Got A Plan, So Hang In There Because We're Going To Get Out Of This. It Was More Like The Kind Of Touch That Simply Said, You Aren't Alone. It Was Really The Only Thing He Could Offer. And In That Moment, It Was Enough.

If You Wanted To Remold People, You Had To Break Them Down First.