(6/9) “Did you see that dress?” “I saw the dress.” “Did you like it?” He didn’t answer. I took that as a yes. “Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance?” When he spoke, I could barely hear him. “You’ll endanger the school.” I smiled and fell asleep.”
"Liss," I repeated, starting to move toward her, to pull her back. Suddenly, a strange sensation flooded through my head, a sweetness that was beautiful and full of life. The feeling was so intense, it stopped me in my tracks. Then the raven moved.
“You can’t, Rose. Haven’t you figured that out by now? Haven’t you seen it? You can’t defeat me. You can’t kill me. Even if you could, you can’t bring yourself to do it. You’ll hesitate. Again.”
No, I wouldn’t. That’s what he didn’t realize. He’d made a mistake bringing Lissa here. She increased the stakes -no pun intended- on everything. She was here. She was real. Her life was on the line, and for that … for that, I wouldn’t hesitate.
I’m your dhampir, you’re my Moroi, done. Some days we’re cookie teenagers and other days I’m risking my neck to protect you from an ancient race of predatory vampires. Or whoever else, and that’s life. At least until they come up with a better word for it.