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Several retorts popped into my head, and then a golden one took precedence. "What happens<br />
between him and me is none of your business." I managed a tone very similar to the one he'd<br />
used on me when making a similar comment about him and Tasha.<br />
"Actually, as long as you're at the Academy, what you do is my business."<br />
"Not my personal life. You don't have any say in that."<br />
"You're not an adult yet."<br />
"I'm close enough. Besides, it's not like I'll magically become an adult on my eighteenth<br />
birthday."<br />
"Clearly," he said.<br />
I blushed. "That's not what I meant. I meant—"<br />
"I know what you meant. And the technicalities don't matter right now. You're an Academy<br />
student. I'm your instructor. It's my job to help you and to keep you safe. Being in the bedroom<br />
of someone like him … well, that's not safe."<br />
"I can handle Adrian Ivashkov," I muttered. "He's weird— really weird, apparently—but<br />
harmless."<br />
I secretly wondered if Dimitri's problem might be that he was jealous. He hadn't pulled Lissa<br />
aside to yell at her. The thought made me slightly happy, but then I remembered my earlier<br />
curiosity about why Dimitri had even wandered by.<br />
"Speaking of personal lives … I suppose you were off visiting Tasha, huh?"<br />
I knew it was petty, and I expected a "none of your business" response. Instead he replied,<br />
"Actually, I was visiting your mother."<br />
"You going to hook up with her too?" I knew of course that he wasn't, but the quip seemed too<br />
good to pass up.<br />
He seemed to know that too and merely gave me a weary glance. "No, we were looking over<br />
some new data about the Strigoi in the Drozdov attack."
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