The trial started. One by one, those who had witnessed the events with Victor gave their account of what they’d seen. Largely, this involved the guardians who had pursued Lissa when Victor had taken her away and who had subsequently been part of the raid on Victor’s hideout.
Dimitri was the last of the guardians to go. On the surface, his testimony wasn’t much different than theirs. They’d all been part of the rescue squad, but his part in the story had begun a little earlier.
“I was with my student, Rose Hathaway,” he said. “She shares a bond with the princess and was the first to sense what had happened.”
Victor’s lawyer—I couldn’t even imagine how they’d gotten anyone to represent him—glanced at some papers and then looked back up at Dimitri. “Based on the events, it sounds like there was a delay between when she discovered that and when you alerted the others.”
Dimitri nodded, his mask of composure never slipping. “She couldn’t act on it because Mr. Dashkov had inflicted a charm on her, one that caused her to attack me.” He spoke the words so levelly, it amazed me. Not even the lawyer seemed to notice anything. Only I could see—or maybe it was just because I
knew
him—how much it hurt for Dimitri to lie. Oh, he wanted to protect us—wanted to protect me in particular—which was why he was doing this. But it killed a piece of him to stand up there, under oath, and lie. Dimitri was not perfect, no matter how much I thought he was some days, but he always tried to be truthful. Today he couldn’t be.
“Mr. Dashkov works with earth magic, and some who use that power and are strong in compulsion can influence our base instincts,” continued Dimitri. “In this case, he affected her anger and violence through an object.”
Off to my left, I heard a sound—like someone choking on their own laughter. The judge, an elderly but fierce Moroi woman, glared.
“Mr. Dashkov, please respect the decorum of this courtroom.”
Victor, still smiling, waved his hands in apology. “I’m terribly sorry, Your Honor and Your Majesty. Something in Guardian Belikov’s testimony just tickled my fancy, that’s all. It won’t happen again.”
I held my breath, waiting for the blow to fall. It didn’t. Dimitri finished his statement, and then Christian was called up. His part was short. He’d been with Lissa when she’d been taken and had been knocked out. His contribution was being able to ID some of Victor’s guardians as the kidnappers. Once Christian sat down, it was my turn.
I walked up, hoping I looked calm in front of all those eyes—and in front of Victor. In fact, I went out of my way to not look at him at all. As I said my name and gave my oath to tell the truth, I suddenly felt the full force of what Dimitri must have experienced. I was standing before all these people, swearing I’d be honest, but I would lie in an instant if the lust charm came up.
My version was pretty straightforward. I had details to offer from before the night of the kidnapping, like about when Victor had laid his sick traps to test Lissa’s power. Otherwise, my story lined up with Dimitri’s and the other guardians’.
I’d said before that I could lie well, and I brushed over the “attack” charm part with such ease that no one paid any attention. Except Victor. Despite my refusal to look at him, I inadvertently glanced in his direction when I mentioned the charm. His eyes bored into me, and a small smirk sat on his lips. His smugness, I realized, was more than just because he knew I was lying. It was also because he actually knew the precise truth—and the look he gave me told me that he had that power over me and Dimitri, the power to ruin everything for us in front of all these people—no matter what Dimitri had threatened. All the while, I kept my face calm enough to make Dimitri proud, but inside my chest, my heart thudded loudly.
It seemed to last forever, but I knew I was only on the stand for a few minutes. I finished, sagging with relief that Victor hadn’t called me out, and then it was Lissa’s turn. As the victim, she offered the first new perspective thus far, and everyone there grew caught up in her story. It was compelling; no one had ever heard anything like it. I also realized that, without even trying, Lissa was using her spirit-induced charisma. I think it came from the same place compulsion did. People were enraptured and sympathetic. When Lissa described the torture Victor had put her through to force her to heal him, I saw faces go pale with shock. Even Tatiana’s stern mask faltered a little, though whether she felt pity or just simple surprise, I couldn’t say.
The most amazing thing, though, was how calmly Lissa managed to deliver the story. On the outside, she was steady and beautiful. But as she spoke the words, describing exactly how Victor’s henchman had tortured her, she relived the pain and terror of that night. The guy had been an air user, and he’d toyed with that element, sometimes taking it away so she couldn’t breathe and at other times smothering her with it. It had been horrible, and I’d experienced it right along with her. In fact, I experienced it with her again now as she spoke about the events on the stand. Each painful detail was still etched in her mind, the pain echoing back to both of us. We were both relieved when her testimony finished.
Finally, it was Victor’s turn. From the look on his face, you never would have guessed he was on trial. He wasn’t angry or outraged. He wasn’t contrite. He didn’t plead. He looked like we were all hanging out somewhere, like he had nothing in the world to worry about. Somehow, that made me that much angrier.
Even when answering, he spoke as though he made perfect sense. When the prosecuting lawyer asked why he’d done what he had, he looked at her as though she were crazy.
“Why, I had no choice,” he said pleasantly. “I was dying. No one was going to condone me openly experimenting with the princess’s powers. What would you have done in my place?”
The lawyer ignored that. She was having a hard time keeping the disgust off of her face. “And you found coaxing your own daughter into turning Strigoi also necessary?”
Everyone in the courtroom shifted uncomfortably. One of the most awful things about Strigoi was that they were made, not born. A Strigoi could force a human, a dhampir, or a Moroi into becoming Strigoi if the Strigoi drank the victim’s blood and then fed Strigoi blood back to the victim. It didn’t matter if the victim wanted it or not, and once she became Strigoi, she lost all sense of her old, moral self. She embraced becoming a monster and killing others to survive. Strigoi converted others if they found someone they thought would strengthen their ranks. Sometimes they did it just out of cruelty.
The other way a Strigoi could be made was if a Moroi willingly chose to kill another person during feeding, destroying all the magic and life within themselves. Christian’s parents had done that because they’d wanted to be immortal, no matter the cost. Victor’s daughter Natalie had done it because he had talked her into it. The extra strength and speed she’d gotten from being a Strigoi had helped her free him, and he’d felt his goals were worth the sacrifice.
Again, Victor showed no remorse. His answer was simple. “Natalie made that decision.”
“Can you say that about everyone you used to meet your ends? Guardian Belikov and Miss Hathaway had no say in what you made them do.”
Victor chuckled. “Well, that’s a matter of opinion. I honestly don’t think they minded. But if you have time after this case, Your Honor, you might want to consider trying a statutory rape case.”
I froze. He’d done it. He’d really done it. I expected everyone in the room to turn and point at Dimitri and me. No one even looked in our direction, though. Most people were giving Victor appalled looks. I realized that was exactly what Victor had known would happen. He just wanted to tease us; he didn’t actually expect anyone to take him seriously. Lissa’s feelings through the bond confirmed as much. She felt like Victor was trying to shift attention off of himself by making up stories about Dimitri and me. She was horrified that Victor would stoop so low.
The judge was too, and she chastised Victor for getting off topic. By that point, most of the questioning was done. The lawyers wrapped up, and it was time for the queen to deliver her verdict. I held my breath again, wondering what she would do. He hadn’t denied any of the charges. The evidence was overwhelming, thanks to my friends’ testimonies, but as even Victor had pointed out, there was a lot of corruption among royals. The queen could very well decide that she didn’t want the scandal involved with imprisoning someone so well known. Even if no one knew the details, his imprisonment would start a buzz. Maybe she didn’t want to deal with that. Maybe Victor had bought her off too.
But in the end, she found Victor guilty and sentenced him to life in prison—a different prison, not the one at Court. I’d heard stories about Moroi prisons, and they were terrible places. I suspected his new home would be very different from the cell we’d found him in. Victor remained calm and amused throughout it all, just as he had yesterday. I didn’t like that. The conversation I’d had with him made me think he wasn’t going to accept this as serenely as he pretended. I hoped they’d watch him closely.
A gesture from the queen ended formalities. The rest of us stood up and began talking while she surveyed the room with a sharp eye, probably taking notes. Victor’s escort started to lead him out. He passed by us again. This time, he stopped and spoke.
“Vasilisa, I trust you’ve been well.”
She didn’t answer. She still hated and feared him, but with this verdict, she finally believed he could no longer hurt her. It was like the end of a chapter she’d been stuck in for months
.
She could finally move on and hopefully let those horrible memories fade.
“I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk, but I’m sure we will next time,” he added.
“Come on,” said one of the guardians with him. They led him away.
“He’s crazy,” muttered Lissa once he was gone. “I can’t believe he said that stuff about you and Dimitri.”
Dimitri was standing behind her. I looked up and met his eyes as he moved past us. His relief mirrored my own. We’d danced with danger today—and we’d won.
Christian came up to her and hugged her, holding her for a long time. I watched them fondly, surprised at my own kind feelings for them. When a hand touched my arm, I jumped. It was Adrian.
“You okay, little dhampir?” he asked softly. “Dashkov said a few . . . uh . . . suggestive things.”
I stepped closer, keeping my voice low as well. “No one believed him. I think it’s okay. Thanks for asking, though.”
He smiled and tapped my nose. “Two thank-yous in as many days. I don’t suppose I’ll get to see any, uh, special gratitude?”
I scoffed. “Nope. You’ll just have to imagine it.”
He gave me a half-hug and released me. “Fair enough. But I have a good imagination.”
We started to leave, and then Priscilla Voda hurried over to Lissa. “The queen would like to meet with you before you leave. In private.”
I glanced over to the raised chair where the queen sat. Her gaze was fixed on us, and I wondered what this could be about.
“Sure,” said Lissa, as confused as I was. To me, she sent through the bond:
Will you listen again?
I gave her a quick nod before Priscilla spirited her off. I returned to my room, tuning in to Lissa while I packed my things up. It took a little while because Tatiana had to finish a few courtroom formalities, but she finally arrived in the same room as yesterday. Lissa and Priscilla bowed as she entered and waited for the queen to sit.
Tatiana made herself comfortable. “Vasilisa, you need to be in the air soon, so I’ll make this brief. I would like to make an offer to you.”
“What kind of an offer, Your Majesty?”
“You’ll need to go to college soon.” She spoke like it was a done deal. And yeah, Lissa did plan on going to college, but I didn’t like the presumption. “I understand you’re dissatisfied with your choices.”
“Well . . . it’s not that I’m dissatisfied, exactly. It’s just, all the places Moroi are supposed to go are small. I mean, I understand it’s for safety, but I don’t know. I’d like to go somewhere bigger. Somewhere prestigious.” Guardians monitored a handful of select colleges in the country so that Moroi could safely attend them. As Lissa had noted, though, they tended to be smaller schools.
Tatiana nodded impatiently, like she already knew this. “I’m going to give you an opportunity that no one else has ever been given, to my knowledge. After graduation, I would like you to come live here, at the Royal Court. You have no family, and I think you’d benefit from learning politics right in the heart of our government. Along with this, we would make arrangements for you to attend Lehigh University. It’s less than an hour from here. Have you heard of it?”
Lissa nodded. I’d never heard of it, but she was enough of a nerd to have researched every college in the U.S. “It’s a good school, Your Majesty. But . . . still small.”
“It’s bigger than the ones Moroi usually attend,” she pointed out.
“True.” In her mind, Lissa was trying to puzzle out what was going on here. Why was Tatiana making this offer? Especially considering how she’d seemed to disagree with Lissa earlier. There was something weird going on here, and she decided to see how far she could push it. “The University of Pennsylvania isn’t that far either, Your Majesty.”
“That school is
enormous
, Vasilisa. We couldn’t ensure your safety there.”
Lissa shrugged. “Well, then it probably doesn’t matter if I go to Lehigh or one of the others.”
The queen looked shocked. So did Priscilla. They couldn’t believe Lissa seemed indifferent to the offer. Truthfully, Lissa wasn’t indifferent. Lehigh was a step up from what she’d expected, and she wanted to go. But she also wanted to see how badly the queen wanted her to go.
Tatiana frowned and appeared to be weighing matters. “Depending on your grades and experiences at Lehigh, we could possibly arrange for you to transfer in a couple years. Again, the safety logistics would be very difficult.”