#adrian

Jailbait," he declared, leaping up. "You're a saint. A goddess, even. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#jill-dragomir #adrian-ivashkov

Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov

You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

He almosted smiled. "There you go again. Why? Why do yo keep helping me?" There were a million answers on my lips, everything from It's the right thing to do to I don't know. Instead, I said, "Because I want to. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

Being charming is my hobby. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #adrian-ivashkov

We're going on a, um, windmill tour later this week." If I'd wanted to shut them all up, I'd definitely succeeded. They all looked stunned. Adrian spoke first. "I'm going to assume that means he's flying you to Amsterdam on his private jet. If so, I'd like to come along. But not for the windmills. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #adrian-ivashkov

Mmm. O positive, my favorite. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian-ivashkov

He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like "I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one" and "I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Paris—but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dating #rose-hathaway #dating

His eyes were on his heart, completely caught up in his work. 'Just something kicking around in my head. Reminds me of you. Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.' His voice... his words... I recognized one of his spirit-driven moments. It should've unnerved me, but there was something sensual about the way he spoke, something that made my breath catch. A flame in the dark. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love #sydney-sage #love