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The accusation made me angry because I felt I'd been on really good behavior lately. I used to
flirt all the time— and do other things—with Moroi guys, but after a few talks and one
embarrassing incident with Dimitri, I'd realized how stupid that was. Dhampir girls did have to
be careful with Moroi guys, and I kept that in mind all the time now.
Something petty occurred to me. "Besides," I said mockingly, "isn't that what I'm supposed to
do? Hook up with a Moroi and further my race? It's what you did."
She glowered. "Not when I was your age."
"You were only a few years older than me."
"Don't do anything stupid, Rose," she said. "You're too young for a baby. You don't have the
life experience for it— you haven't even lived your own life yet. You won't be able to do the
kind of job you wish you could."
I groaned, mortified. "Are we really even discussing this? How did we go from me allegedly
flirting to suddenly having a litter? I'm not having sex with him or anyone else, and even if I
were, I know about birth control. Why are you talking to me like I'm a child?"
"Because you act like one." It was remarkably like what Dimitri had told me.
I glared. "So you're going to send me to my room now?"
"No, Rose." She suddenly looked tired. "You don't have to go to your room, but don't go back
in there, either. Hopefully you didn't draw too much attention."
"You make it sound like I was giving a lap dance in there," I told her. "I just had dinner with
Lissa."
"You'd be surprised what things can spark rumors," she warned. "Especially with Adrian
Ivashkov."
With that, she turned and headed off down the hall. Watching her, I felt anger and resentment
burn through me. Overreact much? I hadn't done anything wrong. I knew she had her whole
blood-whore paranoia, but this was extreme, even for her. Worst of all, she'd dragged me out of