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He laughed. "Of course you are. I counted the boxes after you left. Besides, I can smell it on<br />
you. It's nice. Sharp…but still sweet—just like I'm sure you are deep down inside. And you got<br />
it right, you know. Just enough to add an edge…but not enough to drown your own scent." The<br />
way he said "scent" made it sound like a dirty word.<br />
Royal Moroi might make me uncomfortable, but smartass guys hitting on me didn't. I dealt with<br />
them on a regular basis. I shook off my shyness and remembered who I was.<br />
"Hey," I said, tossing my hair back. "I had every right to take one. You offered them. Your<br />
mistake is in assuming me taking one means anything. It doesn't. Except that maybe you should<br />
be more careful with where you dump all that money of yours."<br />
"Ooh, Rose Hathaway is here to play, folks." He paused and took a glass of what looked like<br />
champagne from a passing waiter. "You want one?"<br />
"I don't drink."<br />
"Right." Adrian handed me a glass anyway, then shooed the waiter away and took a drink of the<br />
champagne. I had a feeling it wasn't his first of the night. "So. Sounds like our Vasilisa put my<br />
dad in his place."<br />
"Your …" I glanced back at the group I'd just left. Silver Hair still stood there, gesticulating<br />
wildly. "That guy's your dad?"<br />
"That's what my mom says."<br />
"You agree with him? About how Moroi fighting would be suicide?"<br />
Adrian shrugged and took another sip. "I don't really have an opinion on that."<br />
"That's not possible. How can you not feel one way or another?"<br />
"Dunno. Just not something I think about. I've got better things to do."<br />
"Like stalk me," I suggested. "And Lissa." I still wanted to know why she'd been in his room.<br />
He smiled again. "I told you, you're the one following me."
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