Why Not Wear A Scar Of Motherhood?

Jerome Sighed And Set Down His Fork. "are You Still Doing That, Georgie? Don't I Suffer Enough Without Having To Endure The Humiliation Of A Succubus Who Moonlights As A Christmas Elf?" "you Always Said I Should Quit The Bookstore And Find Something Else To Do," I Reminded Him. "yes, But That Was Because I Thought You'd Go On To Do Something Respectable. Like Become A Stripper Or The Mayor's Mistress.

Yes, I-- I Think I Love Her. Is That Nuts?

"well, I'm Supposed To Be Crazy, Right?" [...] "and There Isn't Much I Wouldn't Do For You. The Stupider, The Better."

Thatʹs A Dangerous Look,ʺ Said Dimitri, Giving Me A Brief Glance Before Returning His Eyes To The Road. ʺwhat Look?ʺ I Asked Innocently. ʺthe One That Says You Just Got Some Idea.

I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck And Pulled Him Closer. I Didn't Care That We Were Out In Public. I Didn't Care That He Was Moroi. All That Mattered Was That He Was Adrian, My Adrian. My Match. My Partner In Crime.