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The rest of us just sort of stared. I don't think anyone had expected Adrian to suddenly take an
abrupt trip to Crazyville.
Adrian was calm and looked perfectly normal again. He turned away and strolled toward the
window, glancing casually back at the rest of us as he pulled out his cigarettes.
"You ladies should probably go. He's right. I am a bad influence."
I exchanged looks with Lissa. Hurriedly, we both left and followed Dimitri down the hall
toward the lobby.
"That was…strange," I said a couple of minutes later. It was stating the obvious, but, well,
someone had to.
"Very," said Dimitri. He didn't sound angry so much as puzzled.
When we reached the lobby, I started to follow Lissa back toward our room, but Dimitri called
to me.
"Rose," he said. "Can I talk to you?"
I felt a sympathetic rush of feeling from Lissa. I turned toward Dimitri and stepped off to the
side of the room, out of the way of those passing through. A party of Moroi in diamonds and fur
swept past us, anxious looks on their faces. Bellhops followed with luggage. People were still
leaving in search of safer places. The Strigoi paranoia was far from over.
Dimitri's voice snapped my attention back to him. "That's Adrian Ivashkov." He said the name
the same way everyone else did.
"Yeah, I know."
"This is the second time I've seen you with him."
"Yeah," I replied glibly. "We hang out sometimes."
Dimitri arched an eyebrow, then jerked his head back toward where we'd come from. "You
hang out in his room a lot?"