He nodded.
“No, it’s only been four.” With my free hand, I ticked them off. “There was that first night, the night at the spa, then when I came to your room, and now tonight.”
The smile turned secretive. “If you say so.”
“I
do
say so. . . .” Again, my words trailed off. I had talked to Adrian one other time. Sort of. “You can’t mean . . .”
“Mean what?” A curious, eager expression lit his eyes. It was more hopeful than presumptuous.
I swallowed, recalling the dream. “Nothing.” Without thinking about it, I took a drink of champagne. Across the room, Lissa’s feelings burned back to me, calm and content. Good.
“Why are you smiling?” Adrian asked.
“Because Lissa’s still over there, working that crowd.”
“No surprise there. She’s one of those people who can charm anyone she wants if she tries hard enough. Even people who hate her.”
I gave him a wry look. “I feel that way when I talk to you.”
“But you don’t hate me,” he said, finishing the last of his champagne. “Not really.”
“I don’t like you either.”
“So you keep saying.” He took a step toward me, not threatening, just making the space between us more intimate. “But I can live with that.”
“Rose!”
The sharpness of my mother’s voice cut through the air. A few people within earshot glanced over at us. My mother—all five angry feet of her—stormed up to us.
SEVENTEEN
"W
HAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE doing?” she demanded. Her voice was still too loud as far as I was concerned.
“Nothing, I—”
“Excuse us, Lord Ivashkov,” she growled. Then, like I was five years old, she grabbed me by my arm and jerked me out of the room. Champagne sloshed out of my glass and splashed onto the skirt of my dress.
“What do you think
you’re
doing?” I exclaimed, once we were out in the hall. Mournfully, I looked down at my dress. “This is
silk
. You could have ruined it.”
She grabbed the champagne flute and set it down on a nearby table. “Good. Maybe it’ll stop you from dressing up like a cheap whore.”
“Whoa,” I said, shocked. “That’s kind of harsh. And where do you get off turning motherly all of a sudden?” I gestured to the dress. “This isn’t exactly cheap. You thought it was nice of Tasha to give it to me.”
“That’s because I didn’t expect you to wear it out with Moroi and make a spectacle of yourself.”
“I’m not making a spectacle of myself. And anyway, it covers everything up.”
“A dress that tight might as well be showing everything,” she retorted. She, of course, was dressed in guardian black: tailored black linen pants and a matching blazer. She had a few curves of her own, but the clothing hid them.
“Especially when you’re with a group like that. Your body’s . . . conspicuous. And flirting with Moroi doesn’t really help.”
“I wasn’t flirting with him.”
The accusation made me angry because I felt I’d been on really good behavior lately. I used to flirt all the time— and do other things—with Moroi guys, but after a few talks and one embarrassing incident with Dimitri, I’d realized how stupid that was. Dhampir girls did have to be careful with Moroi guys, and I kept that in mind all the time now.
Something petty occurred to me. “Besides,” I said mockingly, “isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? Hook up with a Moroi and further my race? It’s what
you
did.”
She glowered. “Not when I was your age.”
“You were only a few years older than me.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Rose,” she said. “You’re too young for a baby. You don’t have the life experience for it— you haven’t even lived your own life yet. You won’t be able to do the kind of job you wish you could.”
I groaned, mortified. “Are we really even discussing this? How did we go from me allegedly flirting to suddenly having a litter? I’m not having sex with him or anyone else, and even if I were, I know about birth control. Why are you talking to me like I’m a child?”
“Because you act like one.” It was remarkably like what Dimitri had told me.
I glared. “So you’re going to send me to my room now?”
“No, Rose.” She suddenly looked tired. “You don’t have to go to your room, but don’t go back in there, either. Hopefully you didn’t draw too much attention.”
“You make it sound like I was giving a lap dance in there,” I told her. “I just had dinner with Lissa.”
“You’d be surprised what things can spark rumors,” she warned. “Especially with Adrian Ivashkov.”
With that, she turned and headed off down the hall. Watching her, I felt anger and resentment burn through me. Overreact much? I hadn’t done anything wrong. I knew she had her whole blood-whore paranoia, but this was extreme, even for her. Worst of all, she’d dragged me out of there, and several people had witnessed it. For someone who supposedly didn’t want me attracting attention, she’d kind of messed that one up.
A couple of Moroi who’d been standing near Adrian and me walked out of the room. They glanced in my direction and then whispered something as they passed.
“Thanks, Mom,” I muttered to myself.
Humiliated, I stalked off in the opposite direction, not really sure where I was going. I headed out toward the back of the lodge, away from all the activity.
The hall eventually ended, but a door leading to some stairs sat on the left. The door was unlocked, so I followed the stairs upward to another door. To my pleasure, it opened up onto a small rooftop deck that didn’t appear to see much use. A blanket of snow lay over it all, but it was early morning out here, and the sun shone brightly, making everything glitter.
I brushed snow off of a large, box-like object that looked to be part of the ventilation system. Heedless of my dress, I sat down on it. Wrapping my arms around myself, I stared off, taking in the view and the sun I rarely got to enjoy.
I was startled when the door opened a few minutes later. When I looked back I was even more startled still to see Dimitri emerge. My heart gave a small flutter, and I turned away, unsure what to think. His boots crunched in the snow as he walked over to where I was sitting. A moment later, he took off his long coat and draped it over my shoulders.
He sat down beside me. “You must be freezing.”
I was, but I didn’t want to admit it. “The sun’s out.”
He tipped his head back, looking up at the perfect blue sky. I knew he missed the sun as much as I did sometimes. “It is. But we’re still on a mountain in the middle of winter.”
I didn’t answer. We sat there in a comfortable silence for a while. Occasionally, a light wind blew clouds of snow around. It was night for Moroi, and most would be going to bed soon, so the ski runs were quiet.
“My life is a disaster,” I finally said.
“It’s not a disaster,” he said automatically.
“Did you follow me from the party?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t even know you were there.” His dark clothes indicated he must have been on guardian duty at the party. “So you saw the illustrious Janine cause a commotion by dragging me out.”
“It wasn’t a commotion. Hardly anyone noticed. I saw because I was watching you.”
I refused to let myself get excited over that. “That’s not what she said,” I told him. “I might as well have been working a corner as far as she was concerned.”
I relayed the conversation from the hallway.
“She’s just worried about you,” Dimitri said when I finished.
“She overreacted.”
“Sometimes mothers are overprotective.”
I stared at him. “Yeah, but this is
my
mother. And she didn’t seem that protective, really. I think she was more worried I’d embarrass her or something. And all that becoming-a-mother-too -young stuff was stupid. I’m not going to do anything like that.”
“Maybe she wasn’t talking about you,” he said.
More silence. My jaw fell open.
You don’t have the life experience for it—you haven’t even lived your own life yet. You won’t be able to do the kind of job you wish you could.
My mom had been twenty when I was born. Growing up, that had always seemed really old to me. But now . . . that was only a few years off for me. Not old at all. Did she think she’d had me too soon? Had she done a shoddy job raising me simply because she didn’t know any better at the time? Did she regret the way things had turned out between us? And was it . . . was it
maybe
possible that she’d had some personal experience of her own with Moroi men and people spreading rumors about her? I’d had inherited a lot of her features. I mean, I’d even noticed tonight what a nice figure she had. She had a pretty face, too—for a nearly forty-year-old, I mean. She’d probably been really, really good-looking when she was younger. . . .
I sighed. I didn’t want to think about that. If I did, I might have to reevaluate my relationship with her—maybe even acknowledge my mother as a real person—and I already had too many relationships stressing me. Lissa always worried me, even though she seemed to be okay for a change. My so-called romance with Mason was in shambles. And then, of course, there was Dimitri. . . .
“We aren’t fighting right now.” I blurted out.
He gave me a sidelong look. “Do you want to fight?”
“No. I hate fighting with you. Verbally, I mean. I don’t mind in the gym.”
I thought I detected the hint of a smile. Always a half-smile for me. Rarely a full one. “I don’t like fighting with you either.”
Sitting next to him there, I marveled at the warm and happy emotions springing up inside of me. There was something about being around him that felt so good, that moved me in a way Mason couldn’t. You can’t force love, I realized. It’s there or it isn’t. If it’s not there, you’ve got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you’ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.
The next words that came out of my mouth astonished me, both because they were completely unselfish and because I actually meant them.
“You should take it.”
He flinched. “What?”
“Tasha’s offer. You should take her up on it. It’s a really great chance.”
I remembered my mom’s words about being ready for children. I wasn’t. Maybe she hadn’t been. But Tasha was. And I knew Dimitri was too. They got along really well. He could go be her guardian, have some kids with her . . . it would be a good deal for both of them.
“I never expected to hear you say anything like that,” he told me, voice tight. “Especially after—”
“What a bitch I’ve been? Yeah.” I tugged his coat tighter against the cold. It smelled like him. It was intoxicating, and I could half-imagine being wrapped in his embrace. Adrian might have been onto something about the power of scent. “Well. Like I said, I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want us to hate each other. And . . . well . . .” I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them. “No matter how I feel about
us
. . . I want you to be happy.”
Silence yet again. I noticed then that my chest hurt.
Dimitri reached out and put his arm around me. He pulled me to him, and I rested my head on his chest. “Roza,” was all he said.
It was the first time he’d
really
touched me since the night of the lust charm. The practice room had been something different . . . more animal. This wasn’t even about sex. It was just about being close to someone you cared about, about the emotion that kind of connection flooded you with.
Dimitri might run off with Tasha, but I would still love him. I would probably always love him.
I cared about Mason. But I would probably never love him.
I sighed into Dimitri, just wishing I could stay like that forever. It felt right being with him. And—no matter how much the thought of him and Tasha made me ache—doing what was best for him felt right. Now, I knew, it was time to stop being a coward and do something else that was right. Mason had said I needed to learn something about myself. I just had.
Reluctantly, I pulled away and handed Dimitri his coat. I stood up. He regarded me curiously, sensing my unease.
“Where you going?” he asked.
“To break someone’s heart,” I replied.
I admired Dimitri for a heartbeat more—the dark, knowing eyes and silken hair. Then I headed inside. I had to apologize to Mason . . . and tell him there’d never be anything between us.
EIGHTEEN
T
HE HIGH HEELS WERE STARTING to hurt me, so I took them off when I went back inside, walking barefoot through the lodge. I hadn’t been to Mason’s room, but I remembered him mentioning the number once and found it without difficulty.
Shane, Mason’s roommate, opened the door a few moments after I knocked. “Hey, Rose.”
He stepped aside for me, and I walked in, peering around. Some infomercial was playing on the TV—one downside of a nocturnal life was a shortage of good programming—and empty soda cans covered nearly every flat surface. There was no sign of Mason anywhere.
“Where is he?” I asked.
Shane stifled a yawn. “I thought he was with you.”
“I haven’t seen him all day.”
He yawned again, then frowned in thought. “He was throwing some stuff in a bag earlier. I figured you guys were running off for some crazy romantic getaway. Picnic or something. Hey, nice dress.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, feeling a frown of my own coming on.
Packing a bag? That didn’t make any sense. There was nowhere to go. There was no
way
to go, either. This resort was as tightly guarded as the Academy. Lissa and I had only managed to break out of that place with compulsion, and it had still been a pain in the ass. Yet, why on earth would Mason pack a bag if he wasn’t leaving?