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.
Let go of me! I yelled back.
But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn?t in total danger of falling again.
See, here?s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I?d 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?t 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?s what I was supposed to say. . . he gasped out.
Those were his last words.
— Richelle Mead, Blood Promise