QUOTE : And what about me, Violet? Do you love me?” “That’s not fair.” I looked down at my feet; my pants were covered in dirt and dried blood. He gave a sarcastic, empty laugh. “A lot isn’t fair. It’s not fair that I had to be the one to train you to be a Grigori. It’s not fair that I couldn’t tell you the truth, even though I knew you’d hate me for it. It’s not fair that I was dying and became the reason you embraced, which only gives you more reason to push me away. It’s not fair that I know how great we would be together, except that we can’t. It’s not fair that, even though I know I’ll never have you, I had planned everything—the candles, the lilies—replayed the words I wanted to say a million times when you and I finally made love. I get that it’s not fair, but I’m still going to ask because we’re on a roll of all that is unfair, so what’s one more thing?” He grabbed the wardrobe door and slammed it so hard it almost broke off its hinges. My mind was boggling at everything he’d just said. “Lilies?” He half laughed. “White. You don’t like roses.