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The guy clenched his fists and looked as though he might try to take us on. But we were intimidating, and he didn't appear to have an entourage of friends here like Andrew— who was shouting obscenities and being led away—did. With a few muttered threats, the non-royal backed off. As soon as he was gone, I turned on Mason. "Are you out of your mind?" "Huh?" he asked. "Jumping into the middle of that!" "You jumped in too," he said. I started to argue, then realized he was right. "It's different," I grumbled. He leaned forward. "Are you drunk?" "No. Of course not. I'm just trying to keep you from doing something stupid. Just because you have delusions of being able to kill a Strigoi doesn't mean you have to take it out on everyone else." "Delusions?" he asked stiffly. I started to feel kind of nauseous just then. My head spinning, I continued toward the side room, hoping I didn't stumble. But when I reached it, I saw that it wasn't some kind of dessert or drink room after all. Well, at least not in the way I'd been thinking. It was a feeder room. Several humans reclined on satincovered chaise lounges with Moroi by their sides. Jasmine incense burned in the air. Stunned, I watched with an eerie fascination as a blond Moroi guy leaned forward and bit into the neck of a very pretty redhead. All of these feeders were exceptionally good-looking, I realized just then. Like actresses or models. Only the best for royalty. The guy drank long and deep, and the girl closed her eyes and parted her lips, an expression of pure bliss on her face as Moroi endorphins flooded into her bloodstream. I shivered, taken back to when I too had experienced that same kind of euphoria. In my alcohol-hazed mind, the whole thing suddenly seemed startlingly erotic. In fact, I almost felt intrusive—like I was watching
people have sex. When the Moroi finished and licked the last of the blood away, he brushed his lips against her cheek in a soft kiss. "Want to volunteer?" Light fingertips brushed my neck, and I jumped. I turned around and saw Adrian's green eyes and knowing smirk. "Don't do that," I told him, knocking his hand away. "Then what are you doing in here?" he asked. I gestured around me. "I'm lost." He peered at me. "Are you drunk?" "No. Of course not…but …" The nausea had settled a little, but I still didn't feel right. "I think I should sit down." He took my arm. "Well, don't do it in here. Someone might get the wrong idea. Let's go somewhere quiet." He steered me off into a different room, and I looked around with interest. It was a massage area. Several Moroi lay back on tables and were getting back and foot massages from hotel staff. The oil they used smelled like rosemary and lavender. Under any other circumstances, a massage would have sounded great, but lying on my stomach seemed like the worst idea just now. I sat down on the carpeted floor, leaning back against the wall. Adrian walked away and returned with a glass of water. Sitting down as well, he handed it to me. "Drink this. It'll help." "I told you, I'm not drunk," I mumbled. But I downed the water anyway. "Uh-huh." He smiled at me. "You did nice work with that fight. Who was the other guy that helped you?"
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The guy clenched his fists and looked as though he might try to take us on. But we were<br />
intimidating, and he didn't appear to have an entourage of friends here like Andrew— who was<br />
shouting obscenities and being led away—did. With a few muttered threats, the non-royal<br />
backed off.<br />
As soon as he was gone, I turned on Mason. "Are you out of your mind?"<br />
"Huh?" he asked.<br />
"Jumping into the middle of that!"<br />
"You jumped in too," he said.<br />
I started to argue, then realized he was right. "It's different," I grumbled.<br />
He leaned forward. "Are you drunk?"<br />
"No. Of course not. I'm just trying to keep you from doing something stupid. Just because you<br />
have delusions of being able to kill a Strigoi doesn't mean you have to take it out on everyone<br />
else."<br />
"Delusions?" he asked stiffly.<br />
I started to feel kind of nauseous just then. My head spinning, I continued toward the side room,<br />
hoping I didn't stumble.<br />
But when I reached it, I saw that it wasn't some kind of dessert or drink room after all. Well, at<br />
least not in the way I'd been thinking. It was a feeder room. Several humans reclined on satincovered<br />
chaise lounges with Moroi by their sides. Jasmine incense burned in the air. Stunned, I<br />
watched with an eerie fascination as a blond Moroi guy leaned forward and bit into the neck of<br />
a very pretty redhead. All of these feeders were exceptionally good-looking, I realized just then.<br />
Like actresses or models. Only the best for royalty.<br />
The guy drank long and deep, and the girl closed her eyes and parted her lips, an expression of<br />
pure bliss on her face as Moroi endorphins flooded into her bloodstream. I shivered, taken back<br />
to when I too had experienced that same kind of euphoria. In my alcohol-hazed mind, the whole<br />
thing suddenly seemed startlingly erotic. In fact, I almost felt intrusive—like I was watching