Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection: 1/6 (79 page)

“I’ll do it,” I told Dimitri crisply, once the priest was out of earshot. “You don’t have to come.”

“Rose, please don’t make a big deal about this.”

“It is a big deal!” I hissed. “And you don’t seem to get it.”

“I
do
get it. Do you really think I want to see Victor loose? Do you think I want us all at risk again?” It was the first time in a long time I’d seen his control on the verge of snapping. “But I told you, I’ve done all I can do. I’m not like you—I can’t keep making a scene when things don’t go my way.”

“I do not.”

“You’re doing it right now.”

He was right. Some part of me knew I’d crossed a line . . . but just like with everything else recently, I couldn’t stop talking.

“Why did you even help me today?” I demanded. “Why are you here?”

“Is that so strange?” he asked. He
almost
looked hurt.

“Yes. I mean, are you are you trying to spy on me? Figure out why I messed up? Make sure I don’t get into any trouble?”

He studied me, brushing hair out of his eyes. “Why does there have to be some ulterior motive?”

I wanted to blurt out a hundred different things. Like, if there wasn’t a motive, then that meant he just wanted to spend time with me. And that made no sense, because we both knew we were only supposed to have a teacher-student relationship.
He
of all people should know that. He was the one who’d told me.

“Because everyone has motives.”

“Yes. But not always the motives you think.” He pushed open the door. “I’ll see you later.”

I watched him go, my feelings a tangle of confusion and anger. If the situation hadn’t been so strange, I would have almost said it was like we’d just gone on a date.

T
HE NEXT DAY, MY guardian duties with Christian resumed. Once again, I found my own life put on hold for someone else’s.

“How was your penance?” he asked as we walked across campus from his dorm.

I stifled a yawn. I hadn’t been able to sleep well last night, both because of my feelings for Dimitri and because of what Father Andrew had told me. Nonetheless, I kept a sharp eye out. This was the location where Stan had attacked us twice before, and besides, the guardians were sick and twisted enough to come after me on a day when I was so exhausted.

“It was okay. The priest let us go early.”

“Us?”

“Dimitri came and helped me. I think he felt bad about me being stuck with that work.”

“Either that or he has nothing else to do now that he’s not doing your extra sessions.”

“Maybe, but I doubt it. All in all, I guess it wasn’t that bad a day.” Unless you considered learning about spiteful ghosts bad.

“I had a great day,” said Christian, the smallest amount of smugness in his voice.

I repressed the urge to roll my eyes. “Yeah, I know.”

He and Lissa had taken advantage of their guardianless day to take advantage of each other. I supposed I should be glad they’d held off until Eddie and I weren’t around, but in a lot of ways, it didn’t matter. True, when I was awake, I could block out all of the details, but I still knew what was going on. A bit of the jealousy and anger I’d felt from the last time they’d been together returned. It was the same problem all over again: Lissa doing all the things I couldn’t do.

I was dying to go eat breakfast. I could smell French toast and hot maple syrup. Carbs wrapped in more carbs. Yum. But Christian wanted blood before we ate solid food, and his needs trumped mine.
They come first
. He’d apparently skipped his daily blood dose yesterday—probably to maximize his romantic time.

The feeder room wasn’t crowded, but we still had to wait.

“Hey,” I said. “Do you know Brett Ozera? You’re related, right?” After my encounter with Jill, I’d finally put some pieces together. Brett Ozera and Dane Zeklos had reminded me of how Brandon had looked the day of Stan’s first attack. The disaster of that attack had made me completely forget about Brandon, but the coincidences here suddenly stirred my curiosity. All three had been beaten up. All three had been in denial.

Christian nodded. “Yeah, in the way we’re all kind of related. I don’t know him that well—he’s like a third or fourth cousin or something. His branch of the family hasn’t had much to do with mine since . . . well, you know.”

“I heard something weird about him.” I then related what Jill had told me about Dane and Brett.

“That’s weird,” agreed Christian. “But people get in fights.”

“Yeah, but there are some weird connections here. And royals aren’t usually on the losing ends of fights—all three of these guys were.”

“Well, maybe that’s it. You know how it’s been. A lot of royals are getting pissed off that non-royals want to change how guardians are assigned and learn to start fighting. That’s the whole point of Jesse and Ralf’s stupid little club. They want to make sure royals stay on top. Non-royals are probably getting just as pissed off and fighting back.”

“So, what, some kind of vigilante is out making royals pay?”

“Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that’s happened around here,” he pointed out.

“That’s for damn sure,” I muttered.

Christian’s name was called, and he peered ahead. “Look at that,” he said happily. “Alice again.”

“I don’t get your fascination with her,” I observed as we approached the old feeder. “Lissa’s always kind of excited to see her too. But Alice is nuts.”

“I know,” he said. “That’s what’s so great.”

Alice greeted us as Christian sat down beside her. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed over my chest. Feeling uppity, I said, “Alice, the scenery hasn’t changed. It’s exactly the same as last time.”

She turned her dazed eyes on me. “Patience, Rose. You must be patient. And prepared. Are you prepared?”

The switch in subject threw me a little. It was like talking to Jill, except less sane. “Um, prepared how? For the scenery?”

In what had to be a prime moment of irony, she looked at me as though I were the one who was crazy. “Armed. Are you armed? You’re going to protect us, aren’t you?”

I reached inside my coat and pulled out the practice stake I’d been given for the field experience. “Got you covered,” I said.

She looked immensely relieved and apparently couldn’t tell the difference between a real stake and a fake one. “Good,” she said. “Now we’ll be safe.”

“That’s right,” said Christian. “With Rose armed, we have nothing to worry about. The Moroi world can rest easy.”

Alice was oblivious to his sarcasm. “Yes. Well, nowhere is ever safe.”

I concealed the stake again. “We’re safe. We’ve got the best guardians in the world protecting us, not to mention the wards. Strigoi aren’t getting in here.”

I didn’t add what I’d recently learned: that Strigoi could get
humans
to break the wards. Wards were invisible lines of power that were composed of all four elements. They were created when four Moroi, each one strong in a different element, walked around an area and laid the magic in a circle upon the ground, creating a protective border. Moroi magic was imbued with life, and a strong field of it kept out Strigoi, since they were devoid of life. So wards were frequently laid around Moroi dwellings. Tons of them were laid around this school. Since stakes were also imbued with all four elements, driving a stake through a ward line in the ground pierced the ward and canceled out the protective effect. This had never been much of a concern because Strigoi couldn’t touch stakes. However, in some recent attacks, humans—who could touch stakes—had served Strigoi and broken some wards. We believed the Strigoi I’d killed had been the ringleaders in that group, but we still didn’t know for sure.

Alice studied me closely with her cloudy eyes, almost as though she knew what I was thinking. “Nowhere is safe. Wards fade. Guardians die.”

I glanced over at Christian, who shrugged in a sort of
what did you expect from her?
kind of way.

“If you guys are done with your girl talk, can I eat now?” he asked.

Alice was more than happy to comply; he was her first hit of the day. She soon forgot about wards or anything else and simply lost herself to the ecstasy of his bite. I forgot about wards too. I had a one-track mind, really: I still wanted to know if Mason had been real or not. The priest’s frightening explanation aside, I had to admit Mason’s visits hadn’t been threatening, just scary. If he was out to get me, he was kind of doing a half-assed job of it. Once again, I started putting more stock in the stress-and-fatigue theory.

“Now it’s time for
me
to eat,” I said when Christian finished. I was pretty sure I could smell bacon now. That’d probably make Christian happy. He could wrap it around his French toast.

We’d barely stepped out of the room when Lissa came running up to us, Eddie trailing behind. Excitement lit her face, though the feelings in the bond weren’t exactly happy.

“Did you hear?” she asked, a little breathless.

“Hear what?” I asked.

“You have to hurry—go pack your things. We’re going to Victor’s trial. Right now.”

 

There’d been no warning at all about when Victor’s trial would even occur, let alone that someone had apparently decided we could go. Christian and I exchanged brief, startled looks and then hurried off to his room to gather our things.

Packing was a breeze. My bag was ready to go already, and Christian only took a minute to throw his together. In less than a half hour, we were out on the Academy’s landing strip. Two private jets sat in attendance, one of which was fired up and waiting to go. A couple of Moroi hurried about, doing last-minute things with the plane and the runway.

No one seemed to know what was going on. Lissa had simply been told that she, Christian, and I were going to testify and that Eddie could come along to continue his field experience. There’d been no explanation as to why things had changed, and a weird mix of eagerness and apprehension crackled around us. We all wanted to see Victor locked away for good, but now that we were actually faced with the reality of the trial and of seeing him—well, it was kind of scary.

A few guardians lingered near the steps going up to the plane. I recognized them as the ones who had helped capture Victor. They were probably going to do double duty and serve as witnesses and as our protection. Dimitri hovered near the outskirts, and I hurried over to him.

“I’m sorry,” I gulped out. “I’m so sorry.”

He turned toward me, his face schooled to that perfect picture of neutrality that he was so good at. “Sorry for what?”

“For all the horrible things I said yesterday. You did it—you really did it. You got them to let us go.”

Despite my nervousness about seeing Victor, I was filled with elation. Dimitri had come through. I’d known all along that he really cared about me—this just proved it. If there hadn’t been so many people around, I would have hugged him.

Dimitri’s face didn’t change. “It wasn’t me, Rose. I had nothing to do with it.”

Alberta signaled that we could board, and he turned away to join the others. I stood frozen for a moment, watching him and trying to figure out what had happened. If he hadn’t intervened, then why were we going? Lissa’s diplomatic efforts had been shot down a while ago. Why the change of heart?

My friends were already on board, so I hurried to catch up. As soon as I stepped into the cabin, a voice called to me. “Little dhampir! About time you got here.”

I looked and saw Adrian waving, a drink in his hand. Great. We’d had to beg and plead to go along, yet Adrian had somehow just glided on in. Lissa and Christian were sitting together, so I joined Eddie in the hopes of staying away from Adrian. Eddie gave me the window seat. Adrian moved to the seat in front of us, though, and might as well have been sitting in our row, as often as he turned around to talk to me. His chatter and outrageous flirting indicated he’d been sipping cocktails long before the rest of us had come aboard. I kind of wished I’d had a few myself once we were airborne. A wicked headache set in almost immediately after liftoff, and I entertained a fantasy of vodka numbing the pain.

“We’re going to Court,” Adrian said. “Aren’t you excited about it?”

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. “About which one? The royal one or the legal one?”

“The royal one. Did you bring a dress?”

“Nobody told me to.”

“So . . . that’s a ‘no.’”

“Yes.”

“Yes? I thought you meant no.”

I opened one eye and glared. “I did mean no, and you know it. No, I did not bring a dress.”

“We’ll get you one,” he said loftily.

“You’re going to take me shopping? I’m going to go out on a limb and guess they won’t consider you a reliable chaperone.”

“Shopping? As if. There are tailors that live there. We’ll get you something custom-made.”

“We’re not staying that long. And do I really need a dress for what we’re doing there?”

“No, I’d just kind of like to see you in one.”

I sighed and leaned my head against the window. The pain in my skull was still throbbing. It was like the air was pressing in on me. Something flashed in my peripheral vision, and I turned in surprise, but there was nothing but stars outside the window.

“Something black,” he continued. “Satin, I think . . . maybe with lace trim. Do you like lace? Some women think it itches.”

“Adrian.” It was like a hammer, a hammer inside and outside my head.

“You could get a nice velvet trim too, though. That wouldn’t itch.”

“Adrian.” Even my eye sockets seemed to hurt.

“And then a slit up the side to show off what great legs you have. It could go nearly to the hip and have this cute little bow—”

“
Adrian
!” Something inside of me burst. “Will you shut the hell up for five seconds?” I yelled so loud that the pilot had probably heard me. Adrian had that rare look of astonishment on his face.