Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection: 1/6 (95 page)

The Royal Court . . .

I’d had no ghostly encounters whatsoever while we there, yet that had been incredibly stressful. If my sightings were stress-induced, wouldn’t the Court and encounters with Victor and the queen have provided great opportunities for them to occur? The fact that I’d seen nothing seemed to negate the PTSD theory. I hadn’t seen ghosts until we’d landed at the Martinville airport.

Which didn’t have wards.

I nearly gasped. The Court had strong wards. I’d seen no ghosts. The airport, which was part of the human world, had no wards. I’d been bombarded with ghosts there. I’d also seen flashes of them on the plane—which was unwarded when we were in the air.

I looked over at Alice and Christian. They were just about finished. Could she be right? Did wards keep out ghosts? And if so, what was going on with the school? If the wards were intact, I should see nothing—just like at Court. If the wards were broken, I should be overrun—just like at the airport. Instead, the Academy was somewhere in the middle. I had sightings only occasionally. It didn’t make sense.

The only thing I knew for sure was that if something was wrong with the school’s wards, then I wasn’t the only one in danger.

I
COULD HARDLY WAIT for my day to end. I’d promised Lissa I’d hang out with her and the others after school. It should have been fun, but the minutes dragged by. I was too restless. When curfew came around, I split off from them ran back to my dorm. I asked the woman at the front desk if she could call up to Dimitri’s room—off-limits to students—because I had an “urgent” question for him. She had just picked up the phone when Celeste walked past.

“He’s not there,” she told me. She had a large bruise on the side of her face. Some novice had gotten the better of her—some novice who wasn’t me. “I think he was going to the chapel. You’ll have to see him tomorrow—you can’t be there and back before curfew comes.”

I nodded meekly and acted like I was heading for the student wing. Instead, as soon as she was out of sight, I headed back outside again and ran to the chapel. She was right. I wasn’t going to make curfew, but hopefully Dimitri could make sure I got back without getting in trouble.

The chapel’s doors were unlocked when I reached them. I walked in and saw all the candles lit, making all the gold ornaments in the room sparkle. The priest must still be working. But, when I stepped inside the sanctuary, he wasn’t there. Dimitri was, however.

He sat in the last pew. He wasn’t praying or kneeling or anything. He just sat there, looking quite relaxed. Although he wasn’t a practicing member of the church, he’d told me he often found peace there. It gave him a chance to think about his life and the deeds he’d done.

I always thought he looked good, but just then, something about him nearly made me come to a standstill. Maybe it was because of the background, all the polished wood and colorful icons of saints. Maybe it was just the way the candlelight shone on his dark hair. Maybe it was just because he looked unguarded, almost vulnerable. He was normally so wound up, so on edge . . . but even he needed the occasional moment of rest. He seemed to glow in my eyes, kind of in the way Lissa always did. His normal tension returned when he heard me come in.

“Rose, is everything okay?” He started to stand, and I motioned him down as I slid into the spot beside him. The faint smell of incense lingered in the air.

“Yeah . . . well, kind of. No breakdowns, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just had a question. Or, well, a theory.”

I explained the conversation with Alice and what I’d deduced from it. He listened patiently, expression thoughtful.

“I know Alice. I’m not sure she’s credible,” he said when I finished. It was similar to what he’d said about Victor.

“I know. I thought the same thing. But a lot of it makes sense.”

“Not quite. As you pointed out, why are your visions so irregular here? That doesn’t go along with the ward theory. You should feel like you did on the plane.”

“What if the wards are just weak?” I asked.

He shook his head. “That’s impossible. Wards take months to wear down. New ones are put in place here every two weeks.”

“That often?” I asked, unable to hide my disappointment. I’d known maintenance was frequent but not
that
frequent. Alice’s theory had almost provided a sound explanation, one that didn’t involve me being insane.

“Maybe they’re getting staked,” I suggested. “By humans or something—like we saw before.”

“Guardians walk the grounds a few times a day. If there was a stake in the borders of campus, we’d notice.”

I sighed.

Dimitri moved his hand over mine, and I flinched. He didn’t remove it, though, and as he did so frequently, guessed my thoughts. “You thought if she was right, it would explain everything.”

I nodded. “I don’t want to be crazy.”

“You aren’t crazy.”

“But you don’t believe I’m really seeing ghosts.”

He glanced away, his eyes staring at the flickering of candles on the altar. “I don’t know. I’m still trying to keep an open mind. And being stressed isn’t the same as being crazy.”

“I know,” I admitted, still very conscious of how warm his hand was. I shouldn’t have been thinking about things like that in a church. “But . . . well . . . there’s something else. . . .”

I told him then about Anna possibly “catching” Vladimir’s insanity. I also explained Adrian’s aura observations. He turned his gaze back on me, expression speculative.

“Have you told anyone else about this? Lissa? Your counselor?”

“No,” I said in a small voice, unable to meet his eyes. “I was afraid of what they’d think.”

He squeezed my hand. “You have to stop this. You aren’t afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you’re terrified of letting anyone in.”

“I . . . I don’t know,” I said, looking up at him. “I guess.”

“Then why’d you tell me?”

I smiled. “Because you told me I should trust people. I trust you.”

“You don’t trust Lissa?”

My smile faltered. “I trust her, absolutely. But I don’t want to tell her things that’ll make her worry. I guess it’s a way of protecting her, just like keeping Strigoi away.”

“She’s stronger than you think,” he said. “And she would go out of her way to help you.”

“So what? You want me to confide in her and not you?”

“No, I want you to confide in both of us. I think it’d be good for you. Does what happened to Anna bother you?”

“No.” I looked away again. “It scares me.”

I think the admission stunned both of us. I certainly hadn’t expected to say it. We both froze for a moment, and then Dimitri wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. A sob built up in me as I rested my cheek against the leather of his coat and heard the steady beating of his heart.

“I don’t want to be like that,” I told him. “I want to be like everyone else. I want my mind to be . . . normal. Normal by Rose standards, I mean. I don’t want to lose control. I don’t want to be like Anna and kill myself. I love being alive. I’d die to save my friends, but I hope it doesn’t happen. I hope we all live long, happy lives. Like Lissa said—one big happy family. There’s so much I want to do, but I’m so scared . . . scared that I’ll be like her. . . . I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop it. . . .”

He held me tighter. “It’s not going to happen,” he murmured. “You’re wild and impulsive, but at the end of the day, you’re one of the strongest people I know. Even if you are the same as Anna—and I don’t think you are—you two won’t share the same fate.”

It was funny. I’d often told Lissa the same thing about her and Vladimir. She’d always had a hard time believing it, and now I understood. Giving advice was a lot harder than following it.

“You’re also missing something,” he continued, running a hand over my hair. “If you are in danger from Lissa’s magic, then at least you understand why. She can stop using her magic, and that’ll be the end of it.”

I pulled away slightly so I could look at him. Hastily, I ran my hand over my eyes in case any tears had escaped.

“But can I ask her to do that?” I said. “I’ve felt how it makes her feel. I don’t know if I can take that away from her.”

He regarded me with surprise. “Even at the cost of your own life?”

“Vladimir did great things—so could she. Besides, they come first, right?”

“Not always.”

I stared. I’d had
they come first
drilled into me since I was a child. It was what all guardians believed. Only the dhampirs who’d run away from their duty didn’t subscribe to that. What he said was almost like treason.

“Sometimes, Rose, you have to know when to put yourself first.”

I shook my head. “Not with Lissa.” I might as well have been with Deirdre or Ambrose again. Why was everyone suddenly challenging something that I’d held as absolute truth my entire life?

“She’s your friend. She’ll understand.” To make his point, he reached forward and tugged at the
chotki
peeking out underneath my sleeve, his fingertips brushing my wrist.

“It’s more than that,” I said. I pointed to the cross. “If anything,
this
proves it. I’m bound to her, to protect the Dragomirs, at all costs.”

“I know, but . . .” He didn’t finish, and honestly, what could he have said? This was becoming an old argument, one without a solution.

“I need to get back,” I said abruptly. “It’s past curfew.”

A wry smile crossed Dimitri’s face. “And you need me to get you back or you’ll get in trouble.”

“Well, yeah, I was kind of hoping. . . .”

We heard some rustling near the door of the sanctuary, and Father Andrew walked in, which definitely ended our session. He was getting ready to shut down the chapel. Dimitri thanked him, and then the two of us headed back to the dhampir dorm. Neither of us spoke along the way, but it was a comfortable silence. It was weird, but since his outburst outside the med clinic, I felt like something had intensified between us, as impossible as that seemed.

Dimitri got me past the woman at the front desk, and just as I was about to head off for my wing, a guardian named Yuri walked by. Dimitri called to him.

“You’ve been working with security, haven’t you? When was the last time they laid new wards?”

Yuri considered. “A couple days ago. Why?”

Dimitri gave me a meaningful look. “Just curious.”

I nodded to Dimitri to show that I understood his point, and then I went off to bed.

 

After that, the next week or so played out in a repetitive pattern. I followed Christian for three days a week, had my counseling sessions, and trained with Dimitri. During those times, I could see the concern on Dimitri’s face. He always asked how I was but didn’t push me to talk about anything I didn’t want to. Mostly, it was all physical training, which I liked since it didn’t require too much ruminating.

Best of all, I didn’t see Mason during this time.

I also didn’t witness any attacks—of either the Mână type or the guardian type.

We were in full throes of the field experience, and every other novice in my class was having regular fights. The tests grew intricate and more difficult, and everyone had to stay on their toes. Eddie seemed to have to defend Lissa every other day from some guardian playing Strigoi—but it never happened when I was around. In fact, no attacks at all happened to anyone when I was around. After a while, I began to get the idea. They were going soft on me. They were worried I couldn’t handle it.

“They might as well have cut me from the field experience after all,” I grumbled to Christian one evening. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Yeah, but if you still pass, why worry about it? I mean, do you actually want to get in a fight every day?” He then rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Of
course
you do.”

“You don’t understand,” I told him. “This job isn’t about taking the easy way out. I want to prove what I can do—to them and to myself. You can never get enough practice. I mean, Lissa’s life is at stake.” And also possibly my future with her. I’d worried before that they might decide to replace me—and that was
before
they thought I was nuts.

It was nearly curfew time, and I was dropping him off for the night. He shook his head. “Rose, I don’t know if you’re crazy or not, but I’m actually starting to think you might be the best guardian—or soon-to-be guardian—out there.”

“Did you just give me a serious compliment?” I asked.

He turned his back on me and headed inside his dorm. “Good night.”

My life was still in chaos, but I couldn’t help a small grin as I headed back toward my dorm. The walk always made me nervous since I now lived in perpetual fear of seeing Mason. There were other people scurrying back before curfew too, though, and he mostly tended to show up when I was alone, either because he preferred the privacy or because he really was a figment of my imagination.

Talking about Lissa reminded me that I’d hardly seen her today. Comfortable and content, I let my mind slip into hers while my body continued its walk.

She was in the library, hurriedly trying to finish up some notes. Eddie stood near her, glancing around. “Better hurry up,” he said teasingly. “She’s making another round.”

“Almost done,” Lissa said, scrawling a few more words.

She shut the textbook just as the librarian came by and told them they had to leave now. With a sigh of relief, Lissa stuffed her papers into her bag and followed Eddie out. He picked it up and carried it over his shoulder as they went.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said. “You aren’t my valet.”

“You can have it back as soon as you fix that.” He gestured to where she was tangled up in her coat. She’d shoved it on while trying to get out of the library on time. She laughed at her own disorderliness and adjusted the inside-out sleeve.