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He left. Across the room, Christian met my eyes. Somehow, his face looked even gaunter than
it had a couple of hours ago. Hunger burned in his gaze, and I knew I wore the complementary
one: a desire to sate that hunger. God. We were so screwed. I think Christian realized it at the
same time. His lips twisted into a bitter smile.
"You never looked so good, Rose," he managed, just before the guards told him to shut up.
I dozed a little throughout the day, but Adrian didn't return to my dreams. Instead, while
hovering just at the edge of consciousness, I found myself slipping into familiar territory:
Lissa's head. After all the weirdness of these last two days, being in her mind felt like a
homecoming.
She was in one of the lodge's banquet rooms, only it was empty. She sat on the floor of the far
side of it, trying to stay inconspicuous. Nervousness filled her. She was waiting for
something—or rather, someone. A few minutes later, Adrian slipped in.
"Cousin," he said by way of greeting. He sat down beside her and drew his knees up,
unconcerned about his expensive dress pants. "Sorry I'm late."
"It's okay," she said.
"You didn't know I was here until you saw me, did you?"
She shook her head, disappointed. I felt more confused than ever.
"And sitting with me … you can't really notice anything?"
"No."
He shrugged. "Well. Hopefully it'll come soon."
"How does it look for you?" she asked, burning with curiosity.
"Do you know what auras are?"