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“Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held.

He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.

鈥淟et go of me!鈥� I yelled back.

But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn鈥檛 in total danger of falling again.

See, here鈥檚 the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I鈥檇 come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.

I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."

Then I plunged the stake into his chest.

It wasn鈥檛 as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.

"That鈥檚 what I was supposed to say. . .鈥� he gasped out.

Those were his last words.”
― Richelle Mead, Blood Promise