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"My boyfriend," I said. "Sort of."
"Mia was right. You do have a lot of guys in your life."
"It's not like that."
"Okay." He was still smiling. "Where's Vasilisa? I figured she'd be attached to you."
"She's with her boyfriend." I studied him.
"What's with the tone? Jealous? You want him for yourself?"
"God, no. I just don't like him."
"Does he treat her badly?" he asked.
"No," I admitted. "He adores her. He's just kind of a jerk."
Adrian was clearly enjoying this. "Ah, you are jealous. Does she spend more time with him
than you?"
I ignored that. "Why do you keep asking about her? Are you interested in her?"
He laughed. "Rest easy, I'm not interested in her in the same way I am you."
"But you are interested."
"I just want to talk to her."
He left to fetch me more water. "Feeling better?" he asked, handing the glass to me. It was
crystal and intricately carved. It seemed too fancy for plain water.
"Yeah … I didn't think those drinks were that strong."
"That's the beauty of them," he chuckled. "And speaking of beauty … that's a great color on
you."
I shifted. I might not have been showing as much skin as those other girls, but I was showing
more than I really wanted to with Adrian. Or was I? There was something weird about him. His