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"What?" I squeaked. The waitress took my shock for rejection and moved on.<br />
Adrian Ivashkov moved into my line of sight, looking immensely pleased with himself.<br />
"Are you messing with me?" I asked. "'Sweetbread' is pancreas?" I don't know why that<br />
shocked me so much. Moroi consumed blood. Why not internal organs? Still, I repressed a<br />
shudder.<br />
Adrian shrugged. "It's really good."<br />
I shook my head in disgust. "Oh, man. Rich people suck."<br />
His amusement continued. "What are you doing here, little dhampir? Are you following me<br />
around?"<br />
"Of course not," I scoffed. He was dressed to perfection, as always. "Especially not after all the<br />
trouble you've gotten us into."<br />
He flashed one of his tantalizing smiles, and despite how much he annoyed me, I again felt that<br />
overwhelming urge to be near him. What was up with that?<br />
"I don't know," he teased. He looked perfectly sane now, exhibiting no trace of the weird<br />
behavior I'd witnessed in his room. And yeah, he looked a lot better in a tuxedo than any guy<br />
I'd seen in there so far. "As many times as we keep seeing each other? This is, what, the fifth<br />
time? It's starting to look suspicious. Don't worry, though. I won't tell your boyfriend. Either of<br />
them."<br />
I opened my mouth to protest, then remembered he'd seen me with Dimitri earlier. I refused to<br />
blush. "I only have one boyfriend. Sort of. Maybe not anymore. And anyway, there's nothing to<br />
tell. I don't even like you."<br />
"No?" asked Adrian, still smiling. He leaned toward me, like he had a secret to share. "Then<br />
why are you wearing my perfume?"<br />
This time, I did blush. I took a step back. "I'm not."
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