The Golden Lily (39 page)

‘belief system’ you’re defending have used you and keep using you. They treat you like a piece in a machine, one that’s not alowed to think—and you’re better than that.”

“Some parts of the system are flawed,” I admitted. “But the principles are sound, and I believe in them. There’s a divide between humans and vampires—between you and me—that can never be breached. We’re too different. We’re not meant to be … like this. Like anything.”

“None of us are meant to be or do anything,” he said. “We decide what we’re going to be. You told me once that there are no victims here, that we all have the power to choose what we want.”

“Don’t try to use my own words against me,” I warned.

“Why?” he asked, a slight smile on his lips. “They were damned good ones. You’re not a victim. You’re not a captive to that lily. You can be what you want. You can choose what you want.”

“You’re right.” I slipped away, finding no resistance from him at al. “And I don’t choose you. That’s what you’re missing in all of this.” Adrian stiled. His smile dropped. “I don’t believe you.” I scoffed. “Let me guess. Because I kissed you back?” That kiss had made me feel more alive than I had in weeks, and I had a feeling he knew that.

He shook his head. “No. Because there’s no one else out there who understands you like I do.” I waited for more. “That’s it? You’re not going to elaborate I waited for more. “That’s it? You’re not going to elaborate on what that means?” Those green eyes held me. “I don’t think I need to.” I had to look away, though I was unsure why. “If you know me so wel, then you’ll understand why I’m leaving.”

“Sydney—”

I moved quickly toward the door. “Goodbye, Adrian.” I hurried toward the door, half-afraid he’d try to hold me again. If he did, I wasn’t sure I could leave. But no touch came.

No effort at all was made to stop me. It wasn’t until I was halfway out on the lawn in front of his building that I dared a peek back. Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.

I turned from him and walked away, refusing to look back.

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