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Springs.”
    “Funny, I
have
moved past it,” he said. “
You’re
the one bringing it up.”
    I blushed again. “But it’s because of you! You’ve spent the last few weeks all moody
     and sulking, hardly ever talking to me. And when you do, there’s usually some nasty
     barb in it.” While recently having dinner at Clarence Donahue’s, I’d seen one of the
     most terrifying spiders ever come crawling into the living room. Mustering all my
     courage, I’d caught the creepy little beast and set him free. Adrian’s comment on
     my brave act had been, “Wow, I didn’t know you actually faced down things that scared
     you. I thought your normal response was to run kicking and screaming from them and
     pretend they don’t exist.”
    “You’re right about the attitude,” he said now, nodding along with my words. Once
     again, he looked remarkably serious. “And I’m sorry.”
    “You . . . are?” I could only stare. “So . . . you’re done with all of that . . .
     stuff? Done with, uh, feeling that way?” I couldn’t bring myself to elaborate.
Done with being in love with me.
    “Oh, no,” he said cheerfully. “Not at all.”
    “But you just said—”
    “I’m done with the pouting,” he said. “Done with being moody—well, I mean, I’m always
     a little moody. That’s what Adrian Ivashkov’s all about. But I’m done with the excessive
     stuff. That didn’t get me anywhere with Rose. It won’t get me anywhere with you.”
    “
Nothing
will get you anywhere with me,” I exclaimed.
    “I don’t know about that.” He put on an introspective look that was both unexpected
     and intriguing. “You’re not as much of a lost cause as she was. I mean, with her,
     I had to overcome her deep, epic love with a Russian warlord. You and I just have
     to overcome hundreds of years’ worth of deeply ingrained prejudice and taboo between
     our two races. Easy.”
    “Adrian!” I felt my temper beginning to flare. “This isn’t a joke.”
    “I know. It’s certainly not to me. And that’s why I’m not going to give you a hard
     time.” He paused dramatically. “I’ll just love you whether you want me to or not.”
    The attendant came by with hot towels, putting our conversation on hold and allowing
     his slightly disturbing words to hang in the air between us. I was dumbfounded and
     couldn’t muster a response until after she came back to collect the cloths.
    “Whether I want you to or not? What on earth does that mean?”
    Adrian grimaced. “Sorry. That came off creepier than I intended. I just mean, I don’t
     care if you say we can’t be together. I don’t care if you think I’m the most evil,
     unnatural creature walking the earth.”
    For the briefest of moments, his choice of words threw me back in time, to when he’d
     told me I was the most beautiful creature walking the earth. Those words haunted me
     now, just as they had then. We’d been sitting in a dark, candlelit room, and he’d
     looked at me in a way that no one ever had—
    Stop it, Sydney. Focus.
    “You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want,” Adrian continued, unaware
     of my traitorous thoughts. There was a remarkable calm about him. “I’m going to just
     go on loving you, even if it’s hopeless.”
    I don’t know why that shocked me as much as it did. I glanced around to make sure
     no one was listening. “I . . . what? No. You can’t!”
    He tilted his head to the side as he regarded me carefully. “Why? It doesn’t hurt
     you or anything. I told you I won’t bother you if you don’t want me to. And if you
     do, well, I’m all about that. So what’s it matter if I just love you from afar?”
    I didn’t entirely know. “Because . . . because you can’t!”
    “Why not?”
    “You . . . you need to move on,” I managed. Yes, that was a sound reason. “You need
     to find someone else. You know I don’t—that I can’t. Well, you know. You’re wasting
     your time with