Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding."
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Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.

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Did you pick that out?" I asked Dimitri. Honestly, I would have expected him to bend a piece of steel with his bare hands and present her with that.

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Wow,” said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?

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You know," he said, "under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day."

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And besides . . . I don’t want to leave you. Er, you guys.

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I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last.

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You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules.

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I realized I’m in love. It's always been right in front of me.

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Our lips met hungrily, and his clever artistic hands wrapped around my hips. A sudden buzz from my regular cell phone startled me from the kissing.

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Love fades. Mine has.

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Dimitri's voice snapped my attention back to him. "That's Adrian Ivashkov." He said the name the same way everyone else did.

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Vladimir did great things—so could she. Besides, they come first, right?"

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I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I love you.

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No matter how long or how difficult, we will undo whatever that Moroi boy has done to you."

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He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.

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