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leather dress shoes he wore indicated more money still. He had brown hair that looked like it had been purposely styled to appear a little unkempt, and his eyes were either blue or green—I didn't have quite enough light to know for sure. His face was cute, I supposed, and I pegged him to be a couple years older than me. He looked like he'd just come from a dinner party. "Yeah?" I asked. His eyes swept over my body. I was used to attention from Moroi guys. It just usually wasn't so obvious. And I usually wasn't bundled up in winter clothing and sporting a black eye. He shrugged. "Just saying hi, that's all." I waited for more, but all he did was stuff his hands into the coat's pockets. With a shrug of my own, I took a couple steps forward. "You smell good, you know," he suddenly said. I stopped walking again and gave him a puzzled look, which only made his sly smile grow a little bigger. "I… um, what?" "You smell good," he repeated. "Are you joking? I've been sweating all day. I'm disgusting." I wanted to walk away, but there was something eerily compelling about this guy. Like a train wreck. I didn't find him attractive per se; I was just suddenly interested in talking to him. "Sweat isn't a bad thing," he said, leaning his head against the wall and looking upward thoughtfully. "Some of the best things in life happen while sweating. Yeah, if you get too much of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful woman? Intoxicating. If you could smell things like a vampire does, you'd know what I'm talking about. Most people mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good…especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about 20 percent of that with 80 percent of your own perspiration…mmm." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me. "Dead sexy."
I suddenly remembered Dimitri and his aftershave. Yeah. That had been dead sexy, but I certainly wasn't going to tell this guy about it. "Well, thanks for the hygiene lesson," I said. "But I don't own any perfume, and I'm going to go shower all this hot sweaty action off me. Sorry." He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered it to me. He moved only a step closer, but it was enough for me to smell something else on him. Alcohol. I shook my head at the cigarettes, and he tapped one out for himself. "Bad habit," I said, watching him light it. "One of many," he replied. He inhaled deeply. "You here with St. Vlad's?" "Yup." "So you're going to be a guardian when you grow up." "Obviously." He exhaled smoke, and I watched it drift away into the night. Heightened vampire senses or no, it was a wonder he could smell anything around those cloves. "How long until you grow up?" he asked. "I might need a guardian." "I graduate in the spring. But I'm already spoken for. Sorry." Surprise flickered in his eyes. "Yeah? Who is he?" "She's Vasilisa Dragomir." "Ah." His face split into a huge grin. "I knew you were trouble as soon as I saw you. You're Janine Hathaway's daughter." "I'm Rose Hathaway," I corrected, not wanting to be defined by my mother. "Nice to meet you, Rose Hathaway." He extended a gloved hand to me that I hesitantly took. "Adrian Ivashkov."
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leather dress shoes he wore indicated more money still. He had brown hair that looked like it<br />
had been purposely styled to appear a little unkempt, and his eyes were either blue or green—I<br />
didn't have quite enough light to know for sure. His face was cute, I supposed, and I pegged<br />
him to be a couple years older than me. He looked like he'd just come from a dinner party.<br />
"Yeah?" I asked.<br />
His eyes swept over my body. I was used to attention from Moroi guys. It just usually wasn't so<br />
obvious. And I usually wasn't bundled up in winter clothing and sporting a black eye.<br />
He shrugged. "Just saying hi, that's all."<br />
I waited for more, but all he did was stuff his hands into the coat's pockets. With a shrug of my<br />
own, I took a couple steps forward.<br />
"You smell good, you know," he suddenly said.<br />
I stopped walking again and gave him a puzzled look, which only made his sly smile grow a<br />
little bigger.<br />
"I… um, what?"<br />
"You smell good," he repeated.<br />
"Are you joking? I've been sweating all day. I'm disgusting." I wanted to walk away, but there<br />
was something eerily compelling about this guy. Like a train wreck. I didn't find him attractive<br />
per se; I was just suddenly interested in talking to him.<br />
"Sweat isn't a bad thing," he said, leaning his head against the wall and looking upward<br />
thoughtfully. "Some of the best things in life happen while sweating. Yeah, if you get too much<br />
of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful woman? Intoxicating. If<br />
you could smell things like a vampire does, you'd know what I'm talking about. Most people<br />
mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good…especially if you get<br />
one that goes with your chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about 20 percent of that with<br />
80 percent of your own perspiration…mmm." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me.<br />
"Dead sexy."
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