Michelle

“going to make curfew, but hopefully Dimitri could make sure I got back without getting in trouble. The chapel’s doors were unlocked when I reached them. I walked in and saw all the candles lit, making all the gold ornaments in the room sparkle. The priest must still be working. But, when I stepped inside the sanctuary, he wasn’t there. Dimitri was, however. He sat in the last pew. He wasn’t praying or kneeling or anything. He just sat there, looking quite relaxed. Although he wasn’t a practicing member of the church, he’d told me he often found peace there. It gave him a chance to think about his life and the deeds he’d done. I always thought he looked good, but just then, something about him nearly made me come to a standstill. Maybe it was because of the background, all the polished wood and colorful icons of saints. Maybe it was just the way the candlelight shone on his dark hair. Maybe it was just because he looked unguarded, almost vulnerable. He was normally so wound up, so on edge . . . but even he needed the occasional moment of rest. He seemed to glow in my eyes, kind of in the way Lissa always did. His normal tension returned when he heard me come in. “Rose, is everything okay?” He started to stand, and I motioned him down as I slid into the spot beside him.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss