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FIFTEEN<br />
I WAS TRYING TO PAINT my toenails the next morning—not easy with such a god-awful<br />
hangover—when I heard a knock at the door. Lissa had been gone when I woke up, so I<br />
staggered across the room, trying not to ruin my wet nail polish. Opening up the door, I saw one<br />
of the hotel staff standing outside with a large box in both arms. He shifted it slightly so that he<br />
could peer around and look at me.<br />
"I'm looking for Rose Hathaway."<br />
"That's me."<br />
I took the box from him. It was big but not all that heavy. With a quick thank-you, I shut the<br />
door, wondering if I should have tipped him. Oh well.<br />
I sat on the floor with the box. It had no markings on it and was sealed with packing tape. I<br />
found a pen and stabbed at the tape. Once I'd hacked off enough, I opened the box and peered<br />
inside.<br />
It was filled with perfume.<br />
There had to be at least thirty little bottles of perfume packed into the box. Some I'd heard of,<br />
some I hadn't. They ranged from crazy expensive, movie-star caliber to cheap kinds I'd seen in<br />
drugstores. Eternity. Angel. Vanilla Fields. Jade Blossom. Michael Kors. Poison. Hypnotic<br />
Poison. Pure Poison. Happy. Light Blue. Jõvan Musk. Pink Sugar. Vera Wang. One by one, I<br />
picked up the boxes, read the descriptions, and then pulled out the bottles for a sniff.<br />
I was about halfway through when reality hit. These had to be from Adrian.<br />
I didn't know how he'd managed to get all of these delivered to the hotel in such a short amount<br />
of time, but money can make almost anything happen. Still, I didn't need the attention of a rich,<br />
spoiled Moroi; apparently he hadn't picked up on my signals. Regretfully, I started to place the
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