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The sound of footsteps behind me made me turn. Mia came around the path and walked up the
steps. When she saw us, she stopped suddenly.
"Hey, Mia."
She glanced between the two of us.
"Another guy?" she asked. From her tone, you would have thought I had my own harem of
men.
Adrian gave me a questioning, amused look. I gritted my teeth and decided not to dignify that
with a response. I opted for uncharacteristic politeness.
"Mia, this is Adrian Ivashkov."
Adrian turned on the same charm he'd used on me. He shook her hand. "Always a pleasure to
meet a friend of Rose's, especially a pretty one." He spoke like he and I had known each other
since childhood.
"We aren't friends," I said. So much for politeness.
"Rose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia. Her voice carried the usual scorn
she harbored for me, but there was a look on her face that showed Adrian had clearly caught her
interest.
"Well," he said cheerfully, "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy, that would explain why
we're such good friends."
"You and I aren't friends either," I told him.
He laughed. "Always playing hard to get, huh?"
"She's not that hard to get," said Mia, clearly upset that Adrian was paying more attention to
me. "Just ask half the guys at our school."
"Yeah," I retorted, "and you can ask the other half about Mia. If you can do a favor for her,
she'll do lots of favors for you." When she'd declared war on Lissa and me, Mia had managed to