Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection: 1/6 (203 page)

The loving, compassionate feelings he had stirred within me heated up—to fury. “If you’re going to tell me what I can or can’t do,” I growled in as low a tone as I could manage, “then at least have the courage to say it to my face!”

He spun around so quickly that he might have indeed still been Strigoi. His face was filled with . . . what? Not that earlier depression. Not rage either, though there was a bit of anger. There was more, though . . . a mingling of desperation, frustration, and maybe even fear. Underscoring all of it was pain, like he suffered from terrible, exquisite agony.

“I don’t want you here,” he said, eyes blazing. The words hurt, but something about it all thrilled me, just as his earlier agitation at my flippant comments had. This wasn’t the cold and calculating Strigoi. This wasn’t the defeated man in the cell. This was my old instructor, my lover, who attacked everything in life with intensity and passion. “How many times do I have to tell you that? You need to stay away from me.”

“But you aren’t going to hurt me. I know that.”

“I’ve already hurt you. Why can’t you understand that? How many times do I have to say it?”

“You told me . . . you told me before you left that you loved me.” My voice trembled. “How can you let that go?”

“Because it’s too late! And it’s easier than being reminded of what I did to you!” His control snapped, his voice echoing through the back of the church. The priest and those still taking communion didn’t notice, but we’d definitely gotten the attention of those in the back half of the church. A few of the guardians stiffened, and again, I had to repeat the warning to myself. No matter how furious I was at Dimitri, no matter how betrayed I felt that he’d turned away from me . . . I could
not
risk others thinking he was dangerous. Dimitri hardly looked like he was going to snap someone’s neck, but he was clearly upset, and one might confuse his frustration and pain for something more sinister.

I turned from him, trying to calm my churning emotions. When I looked back, our eyes locked, power and electricity burning between us. Dimitri could ignore it all he wanted, but that connection—that deep calling of our souls—was still in there. I wanted to touch him, not just with this brushing of my leg but with everything. I wanted to wrap him in my arms and hold him against me, reassuring him that we could do anything together. Without even realizing it, I reached toward him, needing that touch. He sprang up like I was a snake, and all of his guardians shot forward, braced for what he might do.

But he did nothing. Nothing except stare at me with a look that made my blood run cold. Like I was something strange and bad. “Rose. Please stop. Please stay away.” He was working hard to stay calm.

I shot up, now as angry and frustrated as him. I had a feeling if I stayed, we’d both snap. In an undertone, I murmured, “This isn’t over. I won’t give up on you.”

“I’ve given up on you,” he said back, voice also soft. “Love fades. Mine has.”

I stared at him in disbelief. All this time, he’d never phrased it like that. His protests had always been about some greater good, about the remorse he felt over being a monster or how it had scarred him from love.
I’ve given up on you. Love fades. Mine has.

I backed up, the sting of those words hitting me as hard as if he’d slapped me. Something shifted in his features, like maybe he knew how much he’d hurt me. I didn’t stick around to see. Instead, I pushed my way out of the aisle and ran out the doors in the back, afraid that if I stayed any longer, everyone in the church would see me cry.

I
DIDN’T WANT TO SEE anyone after that. I trekked back to my room as quickly as I could, hardly noticing the obstacles and people in my path. Over and over, Dimitri’s words played in my head:
Love fades
.
Mine has.
Somehow, that was the worst thing he could have said. Don’t get me wrong: The rest wasn’t easy either. Having him tell me he was going to avoid me and ignore our past relationship made me feel awful too. Yet, within that, no matter how much it hurt, was the tiny hope that there was still some spark of love between us. That he still loved me.

But . . . love fades.

That was something else altogether. It meant that what we had would die, going pale until it crumbled and drifted away like dried up leaves in the wind. The thought of it caused a pain in my chest and stomach, and I curled up on my bed, wrapping my arms around myself as though that might lessen the hurt. I couldn’t accept what he had said. I couldn’t accept that somehow, after his ordeal, his love for me had gone away.

I wanted to stay in my room for the rest of the day, curled up in the darkness of my covers. I forgot about Sydney’s conversation and my earlier concerns about Lissa’s dad. I even let go of Lissa herself. She had a few errands today, but every so often, a message would flit to me through the bond:
Come join me?

When I didn’t contact her, she began to grow worried. I was suddenly afraid that she—or someone else—might come seeking me in my room. So I decided to leave. I had no real destination; I just had to keep moving. I walked around the Court, scouting places I’d never seen before. It was filled with more statues and fountains than I’d realized. Their beauty was lost on me, though, and when I returned to my room hours later, I was exhausted from all the walking. Oh well. At least I’d dodged having to talk to anyone.

Or had I? It was late, past my usual bedtime, when a knock came at my door. I was hesitant to answer. Who would be coming by so late? Did I want the distraction or did I want to keep my solitude? I had no idea who it could be, save that it wasn’t Lissa. God. For all I knew, it was Hans, demanding to know why I hadn’t been showing up for my work detail. After much thinking (and more persistent knocking), I decided to open it.

It was Adrian.

“Little dhampir,” he said with a small, weary smile. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Not a ghost, exactly. Believe me, I knew ghosts when I saw them. “I just . . . I just didn’t really expect to see you after this morning. . . .”

He entered and sat down on my bed, and I was glad to see he’d cleaned up since our earlier talk. He wore fresh clothes, and his hair was back to its normal perfection. I still caught the lingering scent of cloves, but after what I’d put him through, he was entitled to his vices.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect to come by either,” he admitted. “But you . . . well . . . you got me thinking about something.”

I sat down beside him, keeping a healthy distance. “Us?”

“No. Lissa.”

“Oh.” I’d accused Dimitri of being egotistic, but here I was, naturally assuming love for me was all that could have driven Adrian over.

His green eyes turned speculative. “I kept thinking about what you’d said, about her dad. And you were right—right about the gambling thing. He’d have the money to pay off any debt. He wouldn’t have had to keep it a secret. So I went and asked my mom.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “No one’s supposed to know that—”

“Yeah, yeah, I figured your information had been top secret. Don’t worry. I told her that when we were in Vegas, we heard some people talking about it—about Lissa’s dad making secret deposits.”

“What’d she say?”

“The same thing I did. Well, actually, she snapped at me first. She said Eric Dragomir was a good man and that I shouldn’t spread rumors about the dead. She suggested that maybe he had a gambling problem, but if so, people shouldn’t focus on that, when he did so many great things. After the Death Watch, I think she’s afraid of me causing more public scenes.”

“She’s right. About Eric,” I said. Maybe someone had stolen those records as some part of a slander campaign. Admittedly, spreading rumors about the dead was pointless, but maybe someone wanted to blacken the Dragomir reputation and get rid of any chance of the voting law being changed for Lissa? I was about to say as much to Adrian when he interrupted with something even more shocking.

“And then my dad overheard us, and he was like, ‘He was probably funding some mistress. You’re right—he was a nice guy. But he liked to flirt. And he liked the ladies.’” Adrian rolled his eyes. “That’s a direct quote: ‘He liked the ladies.’ My dad is such an ass. He sounds twice his age.”

I gripped Adrian’s arm without realizing it. “What did he say after that?”

Adrian shrugged but left my hand where it was. “Nothing. My mom got mad and said the same thing to him that she said to me, that it was cruel to spread stories no one could prove.”

“Do you think it’s true? Do you think Lissa’s dad had a mistress? Was that what he was paying out for?”

“Don’t know, little dhampir. Honestly? My dad’s the type who would jump on any rumor he could. Or make one up. I mean, we know Lissa’s dad liked to party. It’s easy to jump to conclusions from there. Probably he had some dirty secret. Hell, we all do. Maybe whoever stole those files just wanted to exploit that.”

I told him my theory about it being used against Lissa. “Or,” I said, reconsidering, “maybe someone who supports her took it. So that it wouldn’t get out.”

Adrian nodded. “Either way, I don’t think Lissa’s in mortal danger.”

He started to rise, and I pulled him back. “Adrian, wait . . . I . . .” I swallowed. “I wanted to apologize. The way I’ve been treating you, what I’ve been doing . . . it wasn’t fair to you. I’m sorry.”

He looked away from me, eyes focused on the ground. “You can’t help the way you feel.”

“The thing is . . . I don’t know how I feel. And that sounds stupid, but it’s the truth. I care about Dimitri. I was stupid to think I’d be unaffected by him being back. But I realize now . . .”
Love fades. Mine has.
“I realize now that it’s over with him. I’m not saying that’s easy to get past. It’ll take a while, and I’d be lying to both of us if I said it wouldn’t.”

“That makes sense,” Adrian said.

“It does?”

He glanced at me, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Yes, little dhampir. Sometimes you make sense. Go on.”

“I . . . well, like I said . . . I’ve got to heal from him. But I do care about you. . . . I think I even love you a little.” That got a small smile. “I want to try again. I really do. I like having you in my life, but I may have jumped into things too soon before. You don’t have any reason to want me after the way I’ve dragged you around, but if you want to get together again, then I want to.”

He studied me for a long time, and my breath caught. I’d meant what I said: He had every right to end things with us . . . and yet, the thought that he might terrified me.

At last, he pulled me against him and lay back against the bed. “Rose, I have all sorts of reasons to want you. I haven’t been able to stay away from you since I saw you at the ski lodge.”

I shifted closer to Adrian on the bed and pressed my head against his chest. “We can make this work. I know we can. If I screw up again, you can leave.”

“If only it were that easy,” he laughed. “You forget: I have an addictive personality. I’m addicted to you. Somehow I think you could do all sorts of bad things to me, and I’d still come back to you. Just keep things honest, okay? Tell me what you’re feeling. If you’re feeling something for Dimitri that’s confusing you, tell me. We’ll work it out.”

I wanted to tell him that—regardless of my feelings—he had nothing to worry about with Dimitri because Dimitri had rejected me a number of times now. I could chase after Dimitri all I wanted, and it wouldn’t do any good.
Love fades
. Those words still stung, and I couldn’t bear to give voice to that pain. But as Adrian held me and I thought about how understanding he was about all of this, some wounded part of me acknowledged that the opposite was true as well:
Love grows
. I would try with him. I really would.

I sighed. “You’re not supposed to be this wise. You’re supposed to be shallow and unreasonable and . . . and . . .”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “And?”

“Mmm . . . ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous I can manage. And the others . . . but only on special occasions.”

We were wrapped close together now, and I tilted my head to study him, the high cheekbones and artfully messy hair that made him so gorgeous. I remembered his mother’s words, that regardless of what we wanted, he and I would eventually have to part ways. Maybe this was how my life was going to be. I’d always lose the men I loved.

I pulled him hard against me, kissing his mouth with a force that caught even him by surprise. If I had learned anything about life and love, it was that they were tenuous things that could end at any moment. Caution was essential—but not at the cost of wasting your life. I decided I wasn’t going to waste it now.

My hands were already tugging at Adrian’s shirt before that thought was fully formed. He didn’t question it or hesitate in taking my clothes off in return. He might have moments of profoundness and understanding, but he was still . . . well, Adrian. Adrian lived his life in the now, doing the things he wanted without much second-guessing. And he had wanted me for a very long time.

He was also very good at this sort of thing, which was why my clothes came off faster than his. His lips were hot and eager against my throat, but he was careful to never once let his fangs brush my skin. I was a little less gentle, surprising myself when I dug my nails into the bare skin of his back. His lips moved lower, tracing the line of my collarbone while he deftly took off my bra one-handed.

I was a little astonished at my body’s reaction as we both fought to get the other’s jeans off first. I’d convinced myself that I’d never want sex again after Dimitri, but right now? Oh, I wanted it. Maybe it was some psychological reaction to Dimitri’s rejection. Maybe it was an impulse to live for the moment. Maybe it was love for Adrian. Or maybe it was just lust.

Whatever it was, it made me powerless beneath his hands and mouth, which seemed intent on exploring every part of me. The only time he paused was when all my clothes were finally off and I lay there naked with him. He was almost naked too, but I hadn’t quite gotten to his boxers yet. (They were silk because, honestly, what else would Adrian wear?). He cupped my face in his hands, his eyes filled with intensity and desire—and a bit of wonder.