Book: Vampire Academy. The latest victim

His fingers always amazed me. They could break a man's neck, carefully bandage the wound and very sensually glide over the bare skin.

I again reminded myself that the love Dmitry can not disappear at once. It will melt gradually. It should melt away - like his feelings for me. He is my past. Adrian was my future.

After all the miracles because the miracles that happen once in a lifetime.

Dmitri in all his six-foot-seven-inch glory stood at the entrance to the corridor, majestic and fearsome, as befits any God.

Don't worry about what you can't change. Rest, if possible, to be ready for the battles of tomorrow.

Trying to convince yourself that it's not fast and not easy to break up with someone with whom you have associated a deep, serious relationship. Will take time for the feelings finally subsided, it is natural. Unfortunately, these arguments are worse when the person without hesitation rushes to protect you, exposing themselves to danger.

- To be honest, I think our leaders should be elected by popular vote. Every Moroi should have the right to vote, not just a handful of elite families.
Be careful, Princess, - he teased, Lissa, Christian, taking her by the arm. - With such statements start the revolution. Not all at once, okay?

- Nominate Princess Vasilisa Dragomir.
Lissa's head jerked to the left, and looking through her eyes, I recognized a familiar figure. Tasha Of The Lake. She spoke loudly and confidently, handling the sides look icy-blue eyes as if daring anyone to oppose.
The room froze. No whispering, no creaking of chairs - just absolute silence. Judging by their expressions, the second level produced shocks was the candidate of the family of a Lake; the first, of course, Lissa.
Nathan didn't react.
- It's not...
Suddenly stood up sitting next to Lissa with Christian.
- I nominate her second.
And before he could sit as Adrian stood up.
And I third.

- No. On time. As. Always.
Adrian looked at Lissa and looked at the collapsed on the bed for Christian.
Ha! - He stepped inside. - So, how are you going to solve their family problem. A bunch of little Dragomirov. Good idea.
Christian stood up and approached him.
Exactly. You prevented the implementation of the official tasks of the Council.

- I still love you.
With... how long?
With... Always.

The idea that you're locked in a cell, cut off from the world was unbearable. It's unfair and wrong. No one should live like this. And then it dawned on me that that's what I'm doing is by choice. Cutting yourself off from the world with guilt and self-flagellation. I given a second chance to live, and I refuse to do it.

You know sometimes... sometimes I almost believe that madness is a fiction. I have never felt that others know, like Lissa or old Vlad. But sometimes... He paused. I don't know. I feel like I'm very close, rose. Very close to the edge. Like I'll make one wrong move and I tighten to where I can't go back. Lose yourself.

The expression of grief on his face looked almost comically. The raids, the shooting, the criminals... all uneasy. Lose the duster? A serious problem.

Might die tomorrow, I don't know. Matters one: we now live.