This blog is open to getting questions about or aimed at my character(s).
So many so this might be fun.
ʺThe others will be out any minute,ʺ Dimitri grunted, slamming a guardian to the ground. ʺWe need to move—there. That gate.ʺ
I couldnʹt respond but followed his lead as we made our way to a door in the fence while still defending ourselves. Weʹd just taken out the backyard squad when more spilled from the house. We slipped through the gate, emerging onto a quiet side road flanking the Mastrano house, and ran. It soon became clear, however, that I couldnʹt keep up with Dimitri. My mind could ignore the pain, but my body couldnʹt make my injured ankle work properly.
Without missing a beat, Dimitri slid his arm around me, helping me run and take the weight off the ankle. We turned off the road, cutting through yards that would make it more difficult—but not impossible—for them to track us.
ʺWe canʹt outrun them,ʺ I said. ʺIʹm slowing us down. You need to—ʺ
ʺDo not say leave you,ʺ he interrupted. ʺWeʹre doing this together.ʺ
Snick, snick. A flowerpot near us suddenly exploded into a pile of dirt and clay.
ʺTheyʹre shooting at us,ʺ I said incredulously. ʺTheyʹre actually shooting at us!ʺ With so much hand-to-hand training, I always felt like guns were cheating. But when it came to hunting down a queen-killing murderer and her accomplice? Honor wasnʹt the issue. Results were.
—Rose Hathaway & Dimitri Belikov: Last Sacrifice
Dimitri came to an abrupt stop and turned so that he stood right in front of me, blocking my path. I skidded to a halt, nearly running into him. He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him than I would have expected him to do in public. His fingers bit deep into me, but they didn’t hurt.
"Rose," he said, the pain in his voice making my heart stop, "this shouldn’t have been the first time I heard about this!
Why didn’t you tell me? Do you know what it was like? Do you know it was like for me to see you like that and not know what was happening? Do you know how scared I was?”
I was stunned, both from his outburst and our proximity. I swallowed, unable to speak at first. There was so much on his face, so many emotions. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d seen that much of him on display. It was wonderful and frightening at the same time. I then said the stupidest thing possible.
"You’re not scared of anything."
"I’m scared of lots of things. I was scared for you." He released me, and I stepped back. There was still passion and worry written all over him. "I’m not perfect. I’m not invulnerable."
—Rose Hathaway & Dimitri Belikov: Shadow Kiss
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