Remember when Duncan came for Sydrian's soul?
"“Your boyfriend’s an artist?” “Yes,” I said warily, uncertain if I wanted to engage in this topic. Thanks to Sheridan, it was no secret my boyfriend was a Moroi. The guy gave a small snort of amusement. “Artistic, huh? Haven’t heard that one before. Usually when I meet girls like you—who fall for guys like them—all I ever hear about is how cute they are.” “He is really cute,” I admitted, curious as to how many girls like me this guy had met. He shook his head in amusement as he worked on his painting. “Of course. I guess he’d have to be for you to risk so much, huh? Alchemists never fall for the Moroi who aren’t cute and brooding.” “I never said he was brooding.” “He’s a ‘really cute’ vampire who paints. Are you saying he doesn’t brood?” I felt my cheeks flush a little. “He broods a little. Okay … a lot.” My neighbor chuckled again, and we both painted in silence for some time."
I hope he and Chantal are happy, I wish they had been in the last book. When he was the first person to show Sydney kindness in so long and she starts tearing up, after holding it together through all that, my poor heart could barely take it
