Dimitri’s voice snapped my attention back to him. “That’s Adrian Ivashkov.” He said the name the same way everyone else did. “Yeah, I know.””This is the second time I’ve seen you with him.””Yeah,” I replied glibly. “We hang out sometimes.”Dimitri arched an eyebrow, then jerked his head back toward where we’d come from. “You hang out in his room a lot?”Several retorts popped into my head, and then a golden one took precedence. “What happens between him and me is none of your business.” I managed a tone very similar to the one he’d used on me when making a similar comment about him and Tasha. “Actually, as long as you’re at the Academy, what you do is my business.””Not my personal life. You don’t have any say in that.
― Richelle Mead,
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