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Someone, say, like Mia.
I wasn't the fainting type, but for just a moment, I felt like I could keel over. The world spun,
and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I could see again, my surroundings stayed
stable. Okay. No problem. I would reason this out.
Mason, Eddie, and Mia had left the resort earlier today. Not only that, they had done it by using
compulsion—which was utterly forbidden. They hadn't told anyone. They'd left through the
north gate. I'd seen a map of the resort. The north gate guarded a driveway that connected to the
only semi-major road in the area, a small highway that led to a little town about twelve miles
away. The town Mason had mentioned that had buses.
To Spokane.
Spokane—where this traveling pack of Strigoi and their humans might be living.
Spokane—where Mason could fulfill all his crazy dreams of slaying Strigoi.
Spokane—which he only knew about because of me.
"No, no, no," I murmured to myself, almost running toward my room.
There, I stripped off the dress and changed into heavy winter clothes: boots, jeans, and a
sweater. Grabbing my coat and gloves, I hurried back toward the door and then paused. I was
acting without thinking. What was I actually going to do? I needed to tell someone,
obviously…but that would get the trio in a lot of trouble. It would also tip Dimitri off that I'd
gone and gossiped about the Spokane Strigoi information he'd told me in confidence as a sign
of respecting my maturity.
I studied the time. It would take a while for anyone around the resort to know we were missing.
If I could actually get out of the resort.
A few minutes later, I found myself knocking on Christian's door. He answered, looking sleepy
and cynical as usual.
"If you've come to apologize for her," he told me loftily, "you can just go ahead and—"