Shadow Kiss Chapter 8

ogdoadFOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS, I followed Christian around with pop incident. And as I did, I found myself growing a lot and more impatient.For angiotensin converting enzyme thing, I was disc all oering that a lot of being a withstander was waiting around. Id etern alto filmhery known that, provided the unfeignedity was harder than Id realized. Guardians were absolutely essential for when Strigoi dogged to attack. b atomic number 18ly those Strigoi attacks? They were generally rare. Time could pass years could pass without a defender ever having to engage in whatsoever mannikin of conflict. While my instructors acc wildited wouldnt stir us wait that abundant during this exercise, they n cardinaltheless precious to hear us patience and how important it was non to slack only because thered been no danger in a period.We were also being held to the stric analyze conditions a guardian could be in al trends standing and al shipway being formal. to a greater extent oft en than non, guardians who lived with Moroi families behaved casually in their homes and did ordinary things handle reading or gaining TV while still staying perfectly aware of any(prenominal) threats. We couldnt alship canal expect that, though, so we had to rule the hard way while in school.My patience level didnt do so well with all this waiting, scarce my frustration was more than just restlessness. I was desperate to record myself, to switch amends for not having reacted when Stan attacked. Id had no further Mason sightings and had decided that what Id planmn rattling had been fatigue- and stress-induced. That make me happy, because those were much best(p) reasons than being doddery or inept.But definite things were not making me happy. When Christian and I met up with Lissa after class virtuoso day, I could feel worry and awe and anger radiating shoot of her. It was wholly the link up that clued me in, though. To all outdoor(a) appearances, she looked fine . Eddie and Christian, who were lambasteing well-nigh manything with a darn early(a), didnt notice a thing.I locomote close and put an subdivision around her as we walked. Its okay. Everythings handout to be okay. I knew what was b differenting her. Victor.Wed decided that Christian despite his willingness to take care of things credibly wasnt the best choice to go check into round(predicate) us take on into Victors trial. So Lissa had played diplomat the other day and very politely mouth to Alberta close the possibility of us testifying. Alberta had t over-the-hill her, equally politely, that it was out of the question.I figured if we just explained things why it was so important theyd let us go, she murmured to me. Rose, I bedt sleep. I just keep sentiment about it. What if he stick arounds loose? What if they sincerely set him waive?Her voice trembled, and there was an old vulnerability there that I hadnt seen in a long time. That potpourri of thing unr emarkably set off my warning bells, but this time, it triggered a weird rush of memories, of times past when Lissa had depended on me so much. I was happy to see how strong shed become and wanted to make sure she stayed that way. I tightened my arm, hard to do while still walking.He wont get loose, I verbalize fiercely. Well get to court. Ill make sure of it. You know Id never let anything happen to you.She leaned her head against my shoulder, a beautiful smile on her incline. Thats what I love about you. You have no idea how youll get us to court, but you still push in front anyway to make me feel better.Is it working?Yes.The worry still lurked in her, but her frolic dampened its effects a diminished. Plus, despite her teasing me about my bold promise, my speech really had reassured her.Unfortunately, we soon found out that Lissa had other reasons to be frustrated. She was waiting for the medication to fade from her system and allow her full find to her magic. It was there we could both sense it but she was having trouble touching it. triad days had passed, and nothing had changed for her. I felt for her, but my biggest concern was her moral state which thus far had stayed clear.I dont know whats deprivation on, she complained. We had just about reached the commons. Lissa and Christian had plans to succeed a movie. I half-wondered how difficult it would be for me to watch the movie and be on alert. It seems like I should be adapted to do roughthing, but I still give the bouncet. Im stuck.That might not be a bad thing, I pointed out, moving away from Lissa so I could scan the path ahead.She shot me a rueful look. Youre much(prenominal) a worrier. I thought that was my job.Hey, its my job to look out for you.Actually, its my job, give tongue to Eddie, in a rare show of joking.Neither of you should be worrying, she argued. not about this.Christian slipped his arm around her waist. Youre more impatient than Rose here. both you need to do is It was d?j? vu.Stan leapt out from a brushing of shoetrees and reached for Lissa, wrapping his arm around her torso and jerking her toward him. My body responded instantly, no hesitation whatsoever as I moved to save her. The only problem was that Eddie had responded instantly too, and he was closer, which put him there ahead of me. I circled, chastiseing to get in on the action, but the way the cardinal were squaring off blocked me from being effective.Eddie came at Stan from the side, fierce and swift, pulling Stans arm away from Lissa with a strength penny-pinchingly agencyful enough to countercurrent it out of the socket. Eddies wiry frame often hid how muscular he really was. Stans hand caught the side of Eddies face, nails digging in, but it was enough so that Lissa could convolute free and run to join Christian piece of ass me. With her out of the way, I moved off to the side, hoping to assist Eddie but there was no need. Without miss a beat, he grabbed Stan and t hrew him down to the ground. Half a breath later, Eddies practice empale was poised set above Stans heart.Stan laughed, genuinely pleased. Nice job, Castile.Eddie withdrew the stake and upholded his instructor up. With the action g single, I could now see how bruised and blotched Stans face was. Attacks for us novices might be few and far mingled with, but our guardians were filling fights daily during this exercise. All of them were taking a lot of abuse, but they handled it with lenity and high school-priced humor.Thank you, sir, say Eddie. He looked pleased but not conceited.Id be faster and stronger if I were Strigoi, of course, but I swear, you could have rivaled one with your speed there. Stan glanced at Lissa. You okay?Fine, she express, face aglow. I could sense that shed actually enjoyed the excitement. Her adrenaline was running high.Stans smiling face disappeared as he cancelled his attention on me. And you what were you doing?I stared, aghast at his harsh to ne. It was what hed said last time too.What do you mean? I exclaimed. I didnt draw a blank or anything this time I was ready to covering him up, smell for a risk to join in.Yes, he agreed. Thats exactly the problem. You were so eager to get a punch in that you forgot that you had two Moroi behind you. They might as well have not existed as far as you were concerned. Youre out in the open, and you had your adventure to them.I strode forward and glared at him, unconcerned about propriety. That is not fair. If we were in the real world and a Strigoi attacked, you cannot tell me that another(prenominal) guardian wouldnt jump in and do everything they could to take that Strigoi down as quickly possible.Youre probably expert, Stan said. But you werent opinion about eliminating the threat efficiently. You werent thinking about your exposed Moroi. You were thinking about how quickly you could do something evoke and redeem yourself.Wh-what? atomic number 18nt you making a few leaps there? Youre grading me on what you think was my motivation. How can you be sure what Im thinking? I didnt tied(p) know half the time.Instinct, he replied mysteriously. He took out a small pad of paper and do some notes on it. I change my look, wishing I could see through the notepad and discern what he was compose about me. When he finished, he slipped the pad back in his coating and nodded at all of us. See you later.We watched him walk crossways the snowy chiliad toward the gym where dhampirs trained. My mouth was hanging open, and I couldnt crimson get any speech out at first. When did it end with these people? I was get burned again and again on stupid technicalities that had nothing to do with how Id actually perform in the real world.That was not up to now fair. How can he judge me on what he thinks I was thinking?Eddie shrugged as we continued our journey toward the dorm. He can think whatever he wants. Hes our instructor.Yeah, but hes going to give me another bad mark subject area experience is pointless if it cant really show how wed do against Strigoi. I cant count this. Im good enough Im really good. How on earth can I be failing this?Nobody had an actual answer for that, but Lissa noted uncomfortably, advantageously whether he was fair or unfair, he had one thing right You were great, Eddie.I glanced over at Eddie and felt bad that I was let my own drama take away from his success. I was pissed off really pissed off but Stans wrongness was my problem to kettle of fish with. Eddie had performed brilliantly, and everyone praised him so much on the walk back that I could see a blush creeping over his cheeks. Or maybe that was just the cold. Regardless, I was happy for him.We settled into the lounge, pleased to find no one else had claimed it and that it was warm and toasty. Each of the dorms had a few of these lounges, and all were stocked with movies and games and stacks of comfy chairs and couches. They were only available for student use at certain times. On weekends, they were pretty much open the whole time, but on weekdays, they had limited instants presumably to encourage us to do our homework.Eddie and I assessed the style and made a plan, wherefore took up our positions. Standing against the wall, I eye the couch Lissa and Christian were sprawled out upon with considerable envy.Id thought the movie would bother me from being on alert, but actually, it was my own churning feelings that unplowed my opinion spinning. I couldnt believe Stan had said what hed said. Hed take down earmarkted that in the heat of battle, any guardian would be trying to get into the fight. His argument about me having ulterior, glory-seeking motives was absurd. I wondered if I was in serious danger of failing this field experience. Surely, so long as I passed, they wouldnt take me from Lissa after graduation? Alberta and Dimitri had spoken like this was all just an experiment to give Lissa and me new training, but su ddenly, an anxious, paranoid part of me began to wonder. Eddie was doing a great job of protecting her. mayhap they wanted to see how well she could work with other guardians. Maybe they were hard put that I was only good at protecting her and not other Moroi Id let Mason die, after all, right? Maybe the real test here was to see if I needed to be replaced. After all, who was I, really? An expendable novice. She was the Dragomir princess. She would always have protection and it didnt have to be me. The bond was pointless if I ultimately proved incompetent.Adrians entrance put my unrestrained paranoia on hold. He slipped into the darkened room, winking as he flounced into an armchair near me. I had figured it was only a enumerate of time earlier he would surface. I think we were his only entertainment on campus. Or maybe not, judging from the strong smell of alcohol around him.Are you sober? I asked him when the movie ended.Sober enough. What have you guys been up to?Adrian ha dnt visited my dreams since the one in the garden. Hed also laid off on some of his steep flirting. Most of his appearances with us were to work with Lissa or to ease his boredom.We recapped our encounter with Stan for him, performing up Eddies bravery and not mentioning my dressing-down.Nice work, said Adrian. Looks like you got a battle scar too. He pointed to the side of Eddies face where three red tag glared back at us. I remembered Stans nails shoot downting Eddie during the struggle to free Lissa.Eddie lightly wound up his cheek. I can barely feel it.Lissa leaned forward and studied him. You got that protecting me.I got that trying to pass my field experience, he teased. Dont worry about it.And thats when it happened. I saw it seize her, that compassion and unquestionable urge to help others that so often fill up her. She couldnt stand to see pain, couldnt stand to sit by if she could do something. I felt the creator build up in her, a glorious and swirling feeling that made my toes tingle. I was experiencing how it affected her. It was fire and bliss. Intoxicating. She reached out and touched Eddies face.And the marks vanished.She dropped her hand, and the euphoria of spirit faded from both of us.Son of a bitch, disfranchised Adrian. You werent kidding about that. He peered at Eddies cheek. Not a god blest pull of it.Lissa had stood up and now sank back to the couch. She leaned her head back against it and closed her eyes. I did it. I can still do it.Of course you can, said Adrian dismissively. straightway you have to show me how to do it.She opened her eyes. Its not that easy.Oh, I see, he said in an exaggerated tone. You grill me like crazy about how to see auras and walk in dreams, but now you wont reveal your deal secrets.Its not a wont, she argued. Its a cant.Well, cousin, try. Then suddenly he raked his nails across his hand and drew blood.Jesus Christ I yelped. Are you irrational? Who was I kidding? Of course he was.Lissa reached out and held his hand, and just like before, she improve the traveln. Elation fill up her, but my mood suddenly dropped without any real cause. The two of them launched into a discussion I couldnt follow, using standard wizardly terms as well as some terms I was pretty sure theyd invented on the spot. Judging from Christians face, it looked like he didnt comprehend either, and it soon became clear that Adrian and Lissa had forgotten us in their zeal over the mystery of spirit.Christian finally stood up, looking bored. Come on, Rose. If I wanted to mind to this, Id be back in class. Im hungry.Lissa glanced up. Dinners not for another hour and a half.Feeder, he said. I havent had mine today.He planted a kiss on Lissas cheek and then left over(p). I followed alongside him. It had started snowing again, and I glared at the flakes accusingly as they drifted down around us. When it had first started snowing in early December, Id been excited. Now this ovalbumin stuff was getting prett y damned old. As it had a few nights ago, though, being out in such harsh weather def utilise my mood a little, the cold air strain of snapping me out of it. With each step closer to the feeders, I felt myself tranquillize down.A feeder was what we called serviceman who volunteered to be regular sources of blood for Moroi. hostile Strigoi, who killed the victims they drank from, Moroi took only small quantities each day and didnt have to kill the donor. These humans lived for the high they got from lamia bites and seemed perfectly happy to spend their lives that way and shed light on from normal human society. It was weird but necessary for Moroi. The school usually had a feeder or two in the Moroi dorms for overnight hours, but for most of the day, students had to go to the commons to get their daily fix.As I continued walking, taking in the sights of white trees, white fences, and white boulders, something else white in the landscape caught my attention. Well, it wasnt white exactly. There was color pale, washed-out color.I came to an abrupt halt and felt my eyes go wide. Mason stood on the other side of the quad, nearly blending in with a tree and a post. No, I thought. Id convinced myself that this was over, but there he was, looking at me with that sorrowful, phantom face. He pointed, off toward the back of campus. I glanced that way but again had no clue what to look for. Turning back to him, I could only stare, fear twisting within me.An icy-cold hand touched the side of my neck, and I spun around. It was Christian.Whats up? he asked.I looked back to where Id seen Mason. He was gone, of course. I squeezed my eyes shut a split second and sighed. Then, turning back to Christian, I kept walking and said, Nothing.Christian usually always had some witty stream of comments whenever we were together, but he was silent as we made the rest of our journey. I was consumed with my own thoughts and worries about Mason, so I had little to say either. This sig hting had only lasted a few seconds. Considering how hard it was to see out there, it seemed more than likely that hed been a trick of the eye, right? I tried to convince myself of this for the rest of the walk. When we entered the commons and escaped the cold, it finally hit me that something was amiss with Christian.Whats wrong? I asked, trying not to think about Mason. Are you okay?Fine, he said.The way you just said that proves you arent fine.He ignored me as we went to the feeders room. It was busier than Id expected, and all of the little cubicles that feeders sat in were filled with Moroi. Brandon Lazar was one of them. As he fed, I caught a coup doeil of a faded green bruise on his cheek and recalled that I never had found out who had beaten him up. Christian checked in with the Moroi at the door and then stood in the waiting area until he was called. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what could have caused Christians bad mood.Whats the matter? Didnt you like the movi e?No answer.Grossed out by Adrians self-mutilation? Giving Christian a hard time was a guilty pleasure. I could do this all night.No answer.Are you Oh.It hit me then. I was surprised I hadnt thought of this before.Are you upset that Lissa wanted to talk magic with Adrian?He shrugged, which told me all I needed to know.Come on, she doesnt like magic more than she likes you. Its just this thing with her, you know? She spent all these years thinking she couldnt do real magic, and then found out she could get out it was this wacky, entirely unpredictable benevolent. Shes just trying to understand it.I know, he said tightly, staring across the expansive room without actually focusing on any of the people. Thats not the problem.Then why I let my words fade as another revelation hit me. Youre jealous of Adrian.Christian fixed his ice-blue eyes on me, and I could tell Id hit the mark. Im not jealous. Im just feeling insecure over the fact that your girlfriend is expenditure a lot of time with a rich and reasonably tricky guy whom she might like. Or, as we like to call it, jealous.He moody away from me, intelligibly annoyed. The honeymoon might be over between us, Rose. Damn it. Why are these people taking so long?Look, I said, shifting my stance. My feet hurt after so much standing. Didnt you listen to my romantic speech the other day about being in Lissas heart? Shes crazy about you. Youre the only one she wants, and believe me, I can say that with 100 percent certainty. If there was anyone else, Id know.The hint of a smile crossed his lips. Youre her best friend. You could be covering for her.I scoffed. Not if she were with Adrian. I assure you, she has no interest in him, thank god at least not romantically.He can be persuasive, though. He knows how to work his compulsionHes not using it on her, though. I dont even know if he can I think they cancel each other out. Besides, havent you been paying attention? Im the unfortunate object of Adrians atten tion.Really? asked Christian, clearly surprised. Guys were so oblivious to this sort of stuff. I know he flirts And shows up in my dreams uninvited. Seeing as I cant get away, it gives him the perfect chance to torture me with his so-called charm and attempt to be romantic.He turned suspicious. He shows up in Lissas dreams too.Shoot. Shouldnt have mentioned the dreams. What had Adrian said? Those are instructional. I dont think you need to worry.People wouldnt stare if she showed up at some party with Adrian.Ah, I said. So this is what its really about. You think youre going to pull in her down?Im not that good at those classs of social things, he admitted in a rare show of vulnerability. And I think Adrians got a better reputation than me.Are you joking?Come on, Rose. Drinking and smoking arent even in the same league as people thinking youre going to turn Strigoi. I saw the way everyone acted when she took me to dinners and stuff at the ski lodge. Im a liability. Shes the only representative from her family. Shes going to spend the rest of her behavior tied up with politics, trying to get in good with people. Adrian could do a lot more for her than I could.I resisted the urge to literally shake some sense into him. I can see where youre glide slope from, but theres one flaw in your airtight logic. Theres nothing going on with her and Adrian.He looked away and didnt say anything else. I suspected his feelings went beyond her simply being with another guy. As hed even admitted, he had a whole tangle of insecurity about Lissa. Being with her had done wonders for his view and sociability, but at the end of the day, he still had trouble transaction with coming from a tainted family. He still worried he wasnt good enough for her.Rose is right, an unwelcome voice said behind us. Preparing my best glare, I turned around to face Jesse. Naturally, Ralf lurked nearby. Jesses assigned novice, Dean, stood watch at the doorway. They apparently had a more formal bod yguard relationship. Jesse and Ralf hadnt been in line when we arrived, but theyd apparently wandered up and heard enough to piece together some of our conversation. Youre still royal. You have every right to be with her.Wow, talk about a turnaround, I said. Werent you guys just telling me the other day how Christian was about to turn Strigoi at any moment? Id watch your necks, if I were you. He looks dangerous.Jesse shrugged. Hey, you said he was clean, and if anyone knows Strigoi, its you. Besides, were actually scratch line to think that rebellious Ozera nature is a good thing.I eye him suspiciously, assuming there must be some trick here. soon enough he looked sincere, like he really was convinced Christian was safe.Thanks, said Christian, a slight sneer curling his lips. Now that youve endorsed me and my family, I can finally get on with my life. Its the only thing thats been holding me back.Im serious, said Jesse. The Ozeras have been kind of quiet lately, but they used to b e one of the strongest families out there. They could be again especially you. Youre not afraid to do things that you arent supposed to. We like that. If youd get over your antisocial bullshit, you could make the right friends and go far. Might make you stop worrying so much about Lissa.Christian and I exchanged glances. What are you getting at? he asked.Jesse smiled and cast a covert glance around us. around of us have been getting together. Weve formed a group sort of a way for those of us from the better families to unite, you know? Things are kind of crazy, what with those Strigoi attacks last month and people not knowing what to do. Theres also talk about making us fight and finding new ways to hand out the guardians. He said it with a sneer, and I biting at hearing guardians described like objects. Too many non-royals are trying to take charge.Why is that a problem if their ideas are good? I demanded.Their ideas arent good. They dont know their place. Some of us have start ed thinking of ways to protect ourselves from that and look out for each other. I think youd like what weve learned to do. After all, were the ones who need to keep making decisions, not dhampirs and nothing Moroi. Were the elite. The best. Join us, and there are things we could do to help you with Lissa.I couldnt help it. I laughed. Christian simply looked disgusted.I take back what I said earlier, he told them. This is what Ive been waiting for my whole life. An invitation to join your tree hearth club.Ralf, big and lumbering, took a step forward. Dont cut with us. This is serious.Christian sighed. Then dont screw with me. If you really think I want to hang out with you guys and try to make things even better for Moroi who are already spoiled and selfish, then youre even stupider than I thought you were. And that was pretty stupid.Anger and embarrassment filled both Jesse and Ralfs faces, but mercifully, Christians name was called just then. He seemed considerably cheered as we walked across the room. Nothing like a confrontation with two assholes to make you feel better about your love life.Christians assigned feeder this evening was a woman named Alice, who was the oldest feeder on campus. Most Moroi preferred small donors, but Christian, being the twisted person he was, liked her because she was kind of senile. She wasnt that old sixties but too many vampire endorphins over her life had permanently affected her.Rose, she said, turning her dazed blue eyes on me. You arent usually with Christian. Have you and Vasilisa had a fight?Nope, I said. just now getting a change of scenery.Scenery, she murmured, glancing at a nearby window. Moroi kept windows tinted to block out light, and I doubted a human could see anything. The scenery is always changing. Have you noticed that?Not our scenery, said Christian, sitting beside her. That snows not going anywhere. Not for a few months.She sighed and gave him an exasperated look. I wasnt lecture about the scen ery.Christian gave me an amused smile, then leaned over and sank his teeth into her neck. Her chemical formula grew slack, all talk of scenery or whatever shed meant forgotten as he drank from her. I lived around vampires so much that I didnt even think about their fangs half the time. Most Moroi were actually pretty good at hiding them. It was only in moments like these that I remembered the power a vampire had.Usually, when I watched a vampire feed, I was reminded of when Lissa and I had run away from the Academy, and Id let her feed off of me. Id never reached the crazy addiction levels of a feeder, but I had enjoyed the brief high. I used to want it in a way I could never admit to anybody. In our world, only humans gave blood. Dhampirs who did it were cheap and humiliated.Now, when I watched a vampire drink, I no longer thought about how good the high felt. Instead, I flashed back to that room in Spokane where Isaiah, our Strigoi captor, had fed off of Eddie. The feelings that stirred up in me were anything but good. Eddie had suffered horribly, and I hadnt been able to do anything except sit there and watch. Grimacing, I turned away from Christian and Alice.When we left the feeders room, Christian looked more vibrant and upbeat. The weekends here, Rose. No classes and you get your day off.No, I said, having almost forgotten. Damn it. Why did he have to remind me? I was almost starting to feel better after the Stan incident. I sighed. I have community service.