I Was So Tired Of Being Told

Do You Think That's, Like, Real Bacon?" I Whispered To Sydney And Dimitri. "and Not Like Squirrel Or Something?" "looks Real To Me," Said Dimitri. "i'd Say So Too", Said Sydney "though, I Guarantee It's From Their Own Pigs And Not A Grocery Store." Dimitri Laughed At Whatever Expression Crossed My Face. "i Always Love Seeing What Worries You. Strigoi? No. Questionable Food? Yes.

This Is Politics. People In Power Never Have To Play By The Same Rules.

Since...since When?" I Finally Managed To Ask. "since...forever." His Tone Implied The Answer Was Obvious.

She Is Mine, And I Am Hers.

...and Motioned Me Toward A Spot Next To A Middle-aged Moroi In A Very Formal And Very Designer Black Suit. The Suit Screamed, I'm Sorry The Queen Is Dead, And I'm Going To Look Fashionable While Showing My Grief