"Yep," said Christian. He tried to lie back into her lap, but she pushed him away. "But I"ll count the seconds until you return."
"I can"t believe you think this is a joke."
"I don"t," he said. "Look, I didn"t mean to get you all worked up, okay? But really... I just don"t want to deal with all that Court drama.
And it would be good for Jill." He frowned. "You don"t have anything against her, do you?"
"I don"t even know her," said Lissa. She was still upset-more so than I would have expected, which was odd.
Christian caught hold of Lissa"s hands, face serious. Those blue eyes she loved softened her anger a little. "Please, I"m not trying to upset you. If it"s really that important..."
Like that, Lissa"s anger diffused. It was abrupt, like a switch. "No, no. I"m fine bringing Jill-though I"m not sure she should be hanging out with us and doing whatever Avery has in mind."
"Give Jill to Mia. She"ll look after her for the weekend."
Lissa nodded, wondering why he was so interested in Jill. "Okay. But you"re not doing this because you don"t like Avery, are you?"
"No, I like Avery. She makes you smile more."
"You make me smile." "That"s why I added on the "more."" Christian gently kissed Lissa"s hand. "You"ve been so sad since Rose left. I"m glad you"re hanging out with someone else-I mean, not that you can"t get everything you need from me."
"Avery"s not a Rose replacement," said Lissa quickly.
"I know. But she reminds me of her."
"What? They have nothing in common."
Christian straightened up and sat beside her, resting his face against her shoulder. "Avery"s like how Rose used to be, back before you guys left."
Both Lissa and I paused to ponder that. Was he right? Before Lissa"s spirit powers had begun showing, she and I had lived a party girl lifestyle. And yes, half the time I was the one coming up with the crazy ideas to find a good time and get us into trouble. But had I been as out there as Avery seemed sometimes? "There"ll never be another Rose," said Lissa sadly.
"No," agreed Christian. He gave her a brief, soft kiss on the mouth. "But there will be other friends."
I knew he was right, but I couldn"t help but feel a small stab of jealousy. I also couldn"t help feel a small amount of worry. Lissa"s brief spurt of irritation had been kind of out of the blue. I could understand her wishing Christian could go, but her att.i.tude had been a little b.i.t.c.hy-and her almost jealous worry over Jill was weird too. Lissa had no reason to doubt Christian"s feelings, certainly not over someone like Jill. Lissa"s moodiness reminded me too much of the old days.
Most likely she was overtired, but some instinct -maybe it was part of the bonding-told me something was wrong. It was a fleeting sensation, one I couldn"t quite get a hold of, like water slipping through my fingers. Still, my instincts had been right before, and I decided I"d be checking in on Lissa more frequently.
Chapter Twelve
Being with Lissa left me with more questions than answers, and so without a course of action, I simply continued to stay with the Belikovs for the next few days. I fell into their normal routine, again surprised by how easy it was. I tried hard to make myself useful, doing any ch.o.r.es they"d let me do and even going so far as watching the baby (something I wasn "t entirely comfortable with, seeing as guardian training hadn"t left much time for after school jobs like babysitting). Yeva eyed me the whole time, never saying anything but always looking like she disapproved. I wasn"t sure if she wanted me to go or if that was simply the way she always looked. The others, however, didn"t question me at all. They were delighted to have me around and made it obvious in every action. Viktoria was especially happy.
"I wish you could come back to school with us," Viktoria said wistfully one evening. She and I had been spending a lot of time together.
"When do you go back?"
"Monday, right after Easter."
I felt a little sadness stir in me. Whether I was still here or not, I would miss her. "Oh, man. I didn"t realize it was so soon."
A small silence fell between us; then she gave me a sidelong look. "Have you thought... well, have you maybe thought about coming back to St. Basil"s with us?"
I stared. "St. Basil"s? Your school is named after a saint too?" Not all of them were. Adrian had attended an East Coast school called Alder.
"Ours is a human saint," she said with a grin. "You could enroll there. You could finish your last year-I"m sure they"d take you."
Of all the crazy options I"d considered on this trip-and believe me, I"d considered a lot of crazy things-that was one that had never crossed my mind. I"d written school off. I was pretty sure there was nothing else I could learn-well, after meeting Sydney and Mark, it had become obvious there were still a few more things. Considering what I wanted to do with my life, however, I didn"t think another semester of math and science would do much for me. And as far as guardian training went, mostly all I had left to do w s prepare for the end-of-year trials. I somehow doubted those tests and challenges would even come remotely close to what I"d experienced with Strigoi already.
I shook my head. "I don"t think so. I think I"m pretty much done with school. Besides, it"d all be in Russian."
"They"d translate for you." A mischievous grin lit her face. "Besides, kicking and punching transcend language." Her smile faded to a more thoughtful expression. "But seriously. If you aren"t going to finish school, and you aren"t going to be a guardian... well, why don"t you stay here? I mean, just in Baia. You could live with us."
"I"m not going to be a blood wh.o.r.e," I said immediately.
An odd look crossed her face. "That"s not what I meant."
"I shouldn"t have said that. Sorry." I felt bad about the comment. While I kept hearing rumors about blood wh.o.r.es in town, I"d only seen one or two, and certainly the Belikov women weren"t among them. Sonya"s pregnancy was something of a mystery, but working in a drugstore didn"t seem that sordid. I"d learned a little bit more about Karolina"s situation. The father of her children was a Moroi she apparently had a genuine connection with. She hadn"t cheapened herself to be with him, and he hadn"t used her. After the baby was born, the two of them had decided to part ways, but it had been friendly. Karolina was now apparently dating a guardian who visited whenever he had leave.
The few blood wh.o.r.es I had seen around town very much fit my stereotype. Their clothing and makeup screamed easy s.e.x. The bruises on their necks clearly showed that they had no problem with letting their partners drink blood during s.e.x, which was pretty much the sleaziest thing a dhampir could do. Only humans gave blood to Moroi. My race didn"t. To allow it-particularly during s.e.xual activities-well, like I said, it was sleazy.
The dirtiest of the dirty.
"Mother would love it if you stayed. You could get a job too. Just be part of our family." "I can"t take Dimitri"s place, Viktoria," I said softly.
She reached out and gave my hand a rea.s.suring squeeze. "I know. No one expects you to. We like you for you, Rose. You being here just feels right-there"s a reason Dimka chose to be with you. You fit in here."
I tried to imagine the life she described. It sounded... easy. Comfortable. No worries. Just living with a loving family, laughing and hanging out together each night. I could go about my own life, not having to trail someone else all day. I would have sisters. There"d be no fighting- unless it was to defend. I could give up this plan to kill Dimitri -which I knew would kill me too, either physically or spiritually. I could choose the rational path, let him go and accept him as dead. And, yet... if I did that, why not just go back to Montana? Back to Lissa and the Academy? "I don"t know," I told Viktoria at last. "I don"t know what I"m going to do."
It was just after dinner, and she glanced hesitantly at the clock. "I don"t want to leave you since we don"t have much time together, but... I was supposed to meet someone soon..."
"Nikolai?" I teased.
She shook her head, and I tried to hide my disappointment. I"d seen him a few times, and he"d grown more and more likeable. It was too bad Viktoria couldn"t kindle any feelings for him. Now, though, I wondered if there might be something holding her back -or rather, someone.
"Oh, spill," I said with a grin. "Who is he?"
She kept her face blank in a fair imitation of Dimitri"s. "A friend," she said evasively. But I thought I saw a smile in her eyes.
"Someone at school?"
"No." She sighed. "And that"s the problem. I"m going to miss him so much."
My smile faded. "I can imagine."
"Oh." She looked embarra.s.sed. "That"s stupid of me. My problems... well, they"re nothing compared to yours. I mean, I may not see him for a while... but I will see him. But Dimitri"s gone. You won"t see him ever again."
Well, that might not be entirely true. I didn"t tell her that, though. Instead, I just said, "Yeah."
To my surprise, she gave me a hug. "I know what love"s like. To lose that... I don"t know. I don"t know what to say. All I can tell you is that we"re here for you. All of us, okay? You can"t replace Dimitri, but you do feel like a sister."
Her calling me a sister both stunned and warmed me at the same time. She had to go get ready for her date after that. She hurriedly changed clothes and put on makeup-definitely more than a friend, I decided-and headed out the door. I was kind of glad because I didn"t want her to see the tears that her words had brought to my eyes. I"d spent my life as an only child. Lissa had been the closest I had to a sister. I"d always thought of Lissa as one; one I "d now lost. To hear Viktoria call me a sister now... well, it stirred something in me.
Something that told me I really did have friends and wasn"t alone.
I headed down to the kitchen after that, and Olena soon joined me. I was rummaging for food.
"Was that Viktoria I heard leave?" she asked.
"Yeah, she went off to see a friend." To my credit, I kept my expression neutral. No way would I sell Viktoria out.
Olena sighed. "I"d wanted her to run an errand for me in town."
"I"ll do it," I said eagerly. "After I grab something to eat."
She gave me a kind smile and patted my cheek. "You have a good heart, Rose. I can see why Dimka loved you."
It was so amazing, I thought, how accepted my relationship with Dimitri was around here. No one brought up age or teacher -student relationships.
As I"d told Sydney, it was like I was his widow or something, and Viktoria"s words about me staying replayed in my head. The way Olena looked at me made me feel like I really was her daughter, and once more, I experienced those traitorous feelings about my own mom. She probably would have scoffed at me and Dimitri. She would have called it inappropriate and said I was too young. Or would she have?
Maybe I was being too harsh.
Seeing me in front of the open cupboard, Olena shook her head reproachfully. "But you need to eat first."
"Just a snack," I a.s.sured her. "Don"t go to any trouble."
She ended up slicing me off big pieces of black bread she"d baked earlier that day and put out a tub of b.u.t.ter because she knew I loved to slather up my slices. Karolina had teased me that Americans might be shocked to know what was in this bread, so I never asked any questions. It was somehow sweet and tangy at the same time, and I loved it.
Olena sat down across from me and watched me eat. "This was his favorite when he was little."
"Dimitri"s?"
She nodded. "Whenever he was on break from school, the first thing he"d do is ask for that bread. I practically had to make him his own loaf each time with the way he ate. The girls never ate that much."
"Guys always seem to eat more." Admittedly, I could keep up with most of them. "And he"s bigger and taller than most."
"True," she mused. "But I eventually reached a point where I made him start making it himself. I told him if he was going to eat all my food, he"d best know how much work went into it."
I laughed. "I can"t imagine Dimitri baking bread."
And yet, as soon as the words came out, I reconsidered. My immediate a.s.sociations with Dimitri were always intense and fierce; it was his s.e.xy, battle-G.o.d persona that came to mind. Yet, it had been Dimitri"s gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world. I sighed, consumed by that bittersweet ache in my chest that had become so familiar now. What a stupid thing, getting worked up over a loaf of bread of all things. But that was how it was. I got emotional whenever I thought about Dimitri.
Olena"s eyes were on me, sweet and compa.s.sionate. "I know," she said, guessing my thoughts. "I know exactly how you feel."
"Does it get easier?" I asked.
Unlike Sydney, Olena had an answer. "Yes. But you"ll never be the same."
I didn"t know whether to take comfort from those words or not. After I finished eating, she gave me a brief grocery list, and I set off toward downtown, happy to be outside and moving. Inactivity didn"t suit me.
While in the grocery store, I was surprised to run into Mark. I"d gotten the impression he and Oksana didn"t come to town that often. I wouldn"t have put it past them to grow their own food and live off the land. He gave me a warm smile. "I wondered if you were still around."
"Yeah." I held up my basket. "Just doing some shopping for Olena."
"I"m glad you"re still here," he said. "You seem more... at peace."
"Your ring is helping, I think. At least with the peace. It hasn"t done much as far as any decision making goes."
He frowned, shifting the milk he held in one arm to the other. "What decisions?"
"What to do now. Where to go."
"Why not stay here?"
It was eerie, so similar to the conversation I "d had with Viktoria. And my response was equally similar. "I don"t know what I"d do if I stayed here."
"Get a job. Live with the Belikovs. They love you, you know. You fit right in with their family."
That warm, loved feeling came back, and I again tried to imagine myself just settling down with them, working in a store like this or waiting tables.
"I don"t know," I said. I was a broken record. "I just don"t know if that"s right for me."
"Better than the alternative," he warned. "Better than running off with no real purpose, throwing yourself in the face of danger. That "s no choice at all."
And yet, it was the reason I"d come to Siberia in the first place. My inner voice scolded me. Dimitri, Rose. Have you forgotten Dimitri?
Have you forgotten how you came here to free him, like he would have wanted? Or was that really what he would have wanted? Maybe he would have wanted me to stay safe. I just didn "t know, and with no more help from Mason, my choices were even more muddled.
Thinking of Mason suddenly reminded me of something I"d totally forgotten.
"When we talked before... well, we talked about what Lissa and Oksana could do. But what about you?"
Mark narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Have you ever... have you ever run into, um, ghosts?"
Several moments pa.s.sed, and then he exhaled. "I"d hoped that wouldn"t happen to you."
It astonished me then how much relief I felt to know I wasn"t alone in my ghostly experiences. Even though I now understood that having died and been to the world of the dead made me a target for spirits, it was still one of the freakiest things about being shadow-kissed.
"Did it happen without you wanting it?" I asked.