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?” “I have no words,” I said honestly. He patted the spot beside him. “Want to try it out?
The ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. ‘You’re always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while.
The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.
We try to do what's right, or rather what other say is right. But sometimes, when that goes against who we are...you have to choose.
Then it's settled," I said. "We'll do a dream conference call." That love and rapture faltered. "Wait. How is it settled? How did we go from me declaring my love for you to me being okay with a dream?" "It's Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don't try to understand it. Just roll with it.
It’s Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don’t try to understand it. Just roll with it.
Okay, but if you try to get me to pray with you, I walk.
Adrian frowned. 'Is that a noose?' 'It's a tie!' I cried, trying not to feel offended. He laughed, clearly delighted at this. 'My mistake.
You look confused," said Adrian. I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things." He nodded solemnly. "That's why I try to never do it.
I know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony
Takes a lot of tries before you hit perfection." He paused to reconsider that. "Well, except for my parents. They got it on the first try." (Adrian)
You can't save everyone, though God knows you try.
We were going to kill ourselves in trying to kill each other.
If you try to turn me against Lissa one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I'll have ripped your throat out!
Stop bitching and try again.
I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.