"Whenever they have the memorial," she said stiffly.
"Oh."
I didn't know what else to say and gave up, instead turning my attention to the stairs as we climbed back up to the lodge's main level. Unexpectedly, Mia was the one who continued the conversation.
"I watched you break up that fight …" she said slowly. "You mentioned offensive magic. Like you knew about it."
Oh. Great. She was going to make a play at blackmail…or was she? At the moment, she seemed almost civil.
"I was just guessing," I said. No way was I going to bust Tasha and Christian. "I don't really know that much. Just stories I've heard."
"Oh." Her face fell. "What kind of stories?"
"Um, well…"I tried to think of something neither too vague nor too specific. "Like I told those guys…the concentration thing is big. Because if you're in a battle with Strigoi, all sorts of things can distract you. So you've got to keep control."
That was actually a basic guardian rule, but it must have been new to Mia. Her eyes widened with eagerness. "What else? What kind of spells do people use?"
I shook my head. "I don't know. I don't really even know how spells work, and like I said, these are just…stories I've heard. My guess is you just find ways to use your element as a weapon. Like … fire users really have an advantage because fire'll kill Strigoi, so it's easy for them. And air users can suffocate people." I'd actually experienced that last one vicariously through Lissa. It had been horrible.
Mia's eyes grew wider still. "What about a water user?" she asked. "How could water hurt a Strigoi?"
I paused. "I, uh, never heard any stories about water users. Sorry."
"Do you have any ideas, though? Ways that, like, someone like me could learn to fight?"
Ah. So that's what this was about. It actually wasn't all that crazy. I remembered how excited she'd looked at the meeting when Tasha had talked about attacking Strigoi. Mia wanted to take revenge on the Strigoi for her mother's death. No wonder she and Mason had been getting along so well.
"Mia," I said gently, catching hold of the door to let her pass. We were almost at the lobby now. "I know how you must want to … do something. But I think you're better off just sort of letting yourself, um, grieve."
She reddened, and suddenly, I was seeing the normal and angry Mia. "Don't talk down to me," she said.
"Hey, I'm not. I'm serious. I'm just saying you shouldn't do anything rash while you're still upset. Besides …" I bit off my words.
She narrowed her eyes. "What?"
Screw it. She needed to know. "Well, I don't really know what good a water user would be against a Strigoi. It's probably the least useful element to use on one of them."
Outrage filled her features. "You're a real bitch, you know that?"
"I'm just telling you the truth."
"Well, let me tell you the truth. You're a total idiot when it comes to guys."
I thought about Dimitri. She wasn't entirely off base.
"Mason's great," she continued. "One of the nicest guys I know-and you don't even notice! He'd do anything for you, and you were off throwing yourself at Adrian Ivashkov."
Her words surprised me. Could Mia have a crush on Mason? And while I certainly hadn't been throwing myself at Adrian, I could see how it might have looked that way. And even if it weren't true, that wouldn't have stopped Mason from feeling hurt and betrayed.
"You're right," I said.
Mia stared at me, so astonished I'd agreed with her that she didn't say anything else for the rest of the walk.
We reached the part of the lodge that split off into different wings for guys and girls. I grabbed a hold of Mason's arm as the others walked off.
"Hang on," I told him. I badly needed to reassure him about Adrian, but a tiny part of me wondered if I was doing it because I actually wanted Mason or because I just liked the idea of him wanting me and selfishly didn't want to lose that. He stopped and looked at me. His face was wary. "I wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you after the fight-I know you were just trying to help. And with Adrian…nothing happened. I mean it."
"It didn't look that way," Mason said. But the anger on his face had faded.
"I know, but believe me, it's all him. He's got some kind of stupid crush on me."
My tone must have been convincing because Mason smiled. "Well. Hard not to."
"I'm not interested in him," I continued. "Or anyone else." It was a small lie, but I didn't think it mattered just then. I was going to be over Dimitri soon, and Mia had been right about Mason. He was wonderful and sweet and cute. I would be an idiot not to pursue this … right?
My hand was still on his arm, and I pulled him toward me. He didn't need much more of a signal. He leaned down and kissed me, and in the process, I found myself pressed up against the wall-very much like with Dimitri in the practice room. Of course, it felt nothing like how it had with Dimitri, but it was still nice in its way. I put my arms around Mason and started to pull him closer.
"We could go … somewhere," I said.
He pushed back and laughed. "Not when you're drunk."
"I'm not… that… drunk anymore," I said, trying to pull him back.
Giving me a small kiss on the lips, he stepped back. "Drunk enough. Look, this isn't easy, believe me. But if you still want me tomorrow-when you're sober-then we'll talk."
He leaned down and kissed me again. I tried to wrap my arms around him, but he broke away once more.
"Easy there, girl," he teased, backing toward his hallway.
I glared at him, but he only laughed and turned around. As he walked away, my glare faded, and I headed back to my room with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER 15
I was trying to paint my toenails the next morning-not easy with such a god-awful hangover-when I heard a knock at the door. Lissa had been gone when I woke up, so I staggered across the room, trying not to ruin my wet nail polish. Opening up the door, I saw one of the hotel staff standing outside with a large box in both arms. He shifted it slightly so that he could peer around and look at me.
"I'm looking for Rose Hathaway."
"That's me."
I took the box from him. It was big but not all that heavy. With a quick thank-you, I shut the door, wondering if I should have tipped him. Oh well.
I sat on the floor with the box. It had no markings on it and was sealed with packing tape. I found a pen and stabbed at the tape. Once I'd hacked off enough, I opened the box and peered inside.
It was filled with perfume.
There had to be at least thirty little bottles of perfume packed into the box. Some I'd heard of, some I hadn't. They ranged from crazy expensive, movie-star caliber to cheap kinds I'd seen in drugstores. Eternity. Angel. Vanilla Fields. Jade Blossom. Michael Kors. Poison. Hypnotic Poison. Pure Poison. Happy. Light Blue. Jõvan Musk. Pink Sugar. Vera Wang. One by one, I picked up the boxes, read the descriptions, and then pulled out the bottles for a sniff.
I was about halfway through when reality hit. These had to be from Adrian.
I didn't know how he'd managed to get all of these delivered to the hotel in such a short amount of time, but money can make almost anything happen. Still, I didn't need the attention of a rich, spoiled Moroi; apparently he hadn't picked up on my signals. Regretfully, I started to place the perfumes back in the box-then stopped. Of course I'd return them…but there was no harm in sniffing the rest before I did.
Once more, I started pulling out bottle after bottle. Some I just sniffed the cap of; others I sprayed in the air. Serendipity. Dolce & Gabbana. Shalimar. Daisy. Note after note hit me: rose, violet, sandalwood, orange, vanilla, orchid …
By the time I was finished, my nose barely worked anymore. All of these had been designed for humans. They had a weaker sense of smell than vampires and even dhampirs, so these scents were extra strong. I had a new appreciation for what Adrian had meant about only a splash of perfume being necessary. If all these bottles were making me
dizzy, I could only imagine what a Moroi would smell. The sensory overload wasn't really helping the headache I'd woken up with either.
I packed up the perfume for real this time, stopping only when I came to a certain kind that I really liked. I hesitated, holding the little box in my hand. Then, I took the red bottle out and re-sniffed it. It was a crisp, sweet fragrance. There was some kind of fruit-but not a candied or sugary fruit. I racked my brain for a scent I'd once smelled on a girl I knew in my dorm. She'd told me the name. It was like a cherry…but sharper. Currant, that's what it was. And here it was in this perfume, mixed with some florals: lily of the valley and others I couldn't identify. Whatever the blend, something about it appealed to me. Sweet-but not too sweet. I read the box, looking for the name. Amor Amor.
"Fitting," I muttered, seeing how many love problems I seemed to have lately. But I kept the perfume anyway and repacked the rest.
Hoisting the box up in my arms, I took it down to the front desk and acquired some packing tape to reseal it. I also got directions to Adrian's room. Apparently, the Ivashkovs practically had their own wing. It wasn't too far from Tasha's room.
Feeling like a delivery girl, I walked down the hall and stopped in front of his door. Before I could manage to knock, it opened up, and Adrian stood before me. He looked as surprised as I felt.
"Little dhampir," he said cordially. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"I'm returning these." I hoisted the box toward him before he could protest. Clumsily, he caught it, staggering a bit in surprise. Once he had a good grip, he took a few steps back and set it on the floor.
"Didn't you like any of them?" he asked. "You want me to get you some more?"
"Don't send me any more gifts."
"It isn't a gift. It's a public service. What woman doesn't own perfume?"
"Don't do it again," I said firmly.
Suddenly, a voice behind him asked, "Rose? Is that you?"
I peered beyond him. Lissa.
"What are you doing here?"
Between my headache and what I had assumed was some interlude with Christian, I'd blocked her out as best I could this morning. Normally I would have known the instant I approached that she was inside the room. I opened myself up again, letting her shock run into me. She hadn't expected me to show up here.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Ladies, ladies," he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me."
I glared. "We're not. I just want to know what's going on here."
A breath of aftershave hit me, and then I heard a voice behind me: "Me too."
I jumped. Spinning around, I saw Dimitri standing in the hallway. I had no clue what he was doing in the Ivashkov wing.
On his way to Tasha's room, a voice inside me suggested.
Dimitri no doubt always expected me to get into all sorts of trouble, but I think seeing Lissa there caught him off guard. He stepped past me and came into the room, looking between the three of us.
"Male and female students aren't supposed to be in each other's rooms."
I knew pointing out that Adrian wasn't technically a student wasn't going to get us out of trouble here. We weren't supposed to be in any guy's room.
"How do you keep doing this?" I asked Adrian, frustrated.
"Do what?"
"Keep making us look bad!"
He chuckled. "You guys are the ones who came here."
"You shouldn't have let them in," scolded Dimitri. "I'm sure you know the rules at St. Vladimir's."
Adrian shrugged. "Yeah, but I don't have to follow any school's stupid rules."
"Perhaps not," said Dimitri coldly. "But I would have thought you'd still respect those rules."
Adrian rolled his eyes. "I'm kind of surprised to find you lecturing about underage girls."
I saw the anger kindle in Dimitri's eyes, and for a moment, I thought I might have seen the loss of control I'd teased him about. But he stayed composed, and only his clenched fists showed how angry he was.
"Besides," continued Adrian, "nothing sordid was going on. We were just hanging out."
"If you want to 'hang out' with young girls, do it at one of the public areas."
I didn't really like Dimitri calling us 'young girls, and I kind of felt like he was overreacting here. I also suspected part of his reaction had to do with the fact that I was here.
Adrian laughed just then, a weird kind of laugh that made my skin crawl. "Young girls? Young girls? Sure. Young and old at the same time. They've barely seen anything in life, yet they've already seen too much. One's marked with life, and one's marked with death…but they're the ones you're worried about? Worry about yourself, dhampir. Worry about you, and worry about me. We're the ones who are young."
The rest of us just sort of stared. I don't think anyone had expected Adrian to suddenly take an abrupt trip to Crazyville.
Adrian was calm and looked perfectly normal again. He turned away and strolled toward the window, glancing casually back at the rest of us as he pulled out his cigarettes.
"You ladies should probably go. He's right. I am a bad influence."
I exchanged looks with Lissa. Hurriedly, we both left and followed Dimitri down the hall toward the lobby.
"That was…strange," I said a couple of minutes later. It was stating the obvious, but, well, someone had to.
"Very," said Dimitri. He didn't sound angry so much as puzzled.
When we reached the lobby, I started to follow Lissa back toward our room, but Dimitri called to me.
"Rose," he said. "Can I talk to you?"
I felt a sympathetic rush of feeling from Lissa. I turned toward Dimitri and stepped off to the side of the room, out of the way of those passing through. A party of Moroi in diamonds and fur swept past us, anxious looks on their faces. Bellhops followed with luggage. People were still leaving in search of safer places. The Strigoi paranoia was far from over.
Dimitri's voice snapped my attention back to him. "That's Adrian Ivashkov." He said the name the same way everyone else did.
"Yeah, I know."
"This is the second time I've seen you with him."
"Yeah," I replied glibly. "We hang out sometimes."
Dimitri arched an eyebrow, then jerked his head back toward where we'd come from. "You hang out in his room a lot?"
Several retorts popped into my head, and then a golden one took precedence. "What happens between him and me is none of your business." I managed a tone very similar to the one he'd used on me when making a similar comment about him and Tasha.
"Actually, as long as you're at the Academy, what you do is my business."
"Not my personal life. You don't have any say in that."
"You're not an adult yet."
"I'm close enough. Besides, it's not like I'll magically become an adult on my eighteenth birthday."
"Clearly," he said.
I blushed. "That's not what I meant. I meant-"
"I know what you meant. And the technicalities don't matter right now. You're an Academy student. I'm your instructor. It's my job to help you and to keep you safe. Being in the bedroom of someone like him … well, that's not safe."
"I can handle Adrian Ivashkov," I muttered. "He's weird- really weird, apparently-but harmless."
I secretly wondered if Dimitri's problem might be that he was jealous. He hadn't pulled Lissa aside to yell at her. The thought made me slightly happy, but then I remembered my earlier curiosity about why Dimitri had even wandered by.
"Speaking of personal lives … I suppose you were off visiting Tasha, huh?"
I knew it was petty, and I expected a "none of your business" response. Instead he replied, "Actually, I was visiting your mother."
"You going to hook up with her too?" I knew of course that he wasn't, but the quip seemed too good to pass up.
He seemed to know that too and merely gave me a weary glance. "No, we were looking over some new data about the Strigoi in the Drozdov attack."
My anger an
d snarkiness dried up. The Drozdovs. The Badicas. Suddenly, everything that had happened this morning seemed incredibly trivial. How could I have stood there arguing with Dimitri about romances that might or might not be happening when he and the other guardians were trying to protect us?
"What'd you find out?" I asked quietly.
"We've managed to track some of the Strigoi," he said. "Or at least the humans with them. There were witnesses who lived nearby who spotted a few of the cars the group used. The plates were all from different states-the group appears to have split up, probably to make it harder for us. But one of the witnesses did catch one plate number. It's registered to an address in Spokane."
"Spokane?" I asked incredulously. "Spokane, Washington? Who makes Spokane their hideout?" I'd been there once. It was about as boring as every other backwoods northwest city.
"Strigoi, apparently," he said, deadpan. "The address was fake, but other evidence shows they really are there. There's a kind of shopping plaza that has some underground tunnels. There've been Strigoi sightings around that area."
"Then …" I frowned. "Are you going to go after them? Is somebody going to? I mean, this is what Tasha's been saying all along…. If we know where they are …"
He shook his head. "The guardians can't do anything without permission from higher up. That's not going to happen anytime soon."
I sighed. "Because the Moroi talk too much."
"They're being cautious," he said.
I felt myself getting worked up again. "Come on. Even you can't want to be careful on this one. You actually know where Strigoi are hiding out. Strigoi who massacred children. Don't you want to go after them when they don't expect it?" I sounded like Mason now.
"It's not that easy," he said. "We answer to the Guardian Council and the Moroi government. We can't just run off and act on impulse. And anyway, we don't know everything yet. You should never walk into any situation without knowing all the details."
"Zen life lessons again," I sighed. I ran a hand through my hair, tucking it behind my ears. "Why'd you tell me this, anyway? This is guardian stuff. Not the kind of thing you let novices in on."
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