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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?"