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I sat on a stool in the corner of the room, leaning forward with my hair hanging over the front of my face. Behind me, a guardian named Lionel held a tattooist's needle to the back of my neck. I'd known him the whole time I'd been at the Academy, but I'd never realized he was trained to draw molnija marks. Before he started, he had a murmured conversation with my mother and Alberta. "She won't have a promise mark," he said. "She hasn't graduated." "It happens," said Alberta. "She made the kills. Do the molnijas, and she'll get the promise mark later." Considering the pain I regularly put myself through, I didn't expect the tattoos to hurt as much as they did. But I bit my lip and stayed silent as Lionel made the marks. The process seemed to go on forever. When he finished, he produced a couple of mirrors, and with some maneuvering, I was able to see the back of my neck. Two tiny black marks sat there, side by side, against my reddened and sensitive skin. Molnija meant "lightning" in Russian, and that's what the jagged shape was meant to symbolize. Two marks. One for Isaiah, one for Elena. Once I'd seen them, he bandaged them up and gave me some instructions about caring for them while they healed. Most of it I missed, but I figured I could ask again later. I was still kind of shocked by it all. After that, all the gathered guardians came up to me one by one. They each gave me some sort of sign of affection—a hug, a kiss on the cheek—and kind words. "Welcome to the ranks," said Alberta, her weathered face gentle as she pulled me into a tight embrace. Dimitri didn't say anything when his turn came, but as always, his eyes spoke legions. Pride and tenderness filled his expression, and I swallowed back tears. He rested one hand gently on my cheek, nodded, and walked away.
When Stan—the instructor I'd fought with the most since my first day—hugged me and said, "Now you're one of us. I always knew you'd be one of the best," I thought I'd pass out. And then when my mother came up to me, I couldn't help the tear that ran down my cheek. She wiped it away and then brushed her fingers against the back of my neck. "Don't ever forget," she told me. Nobody said, "Congratulations," and I was glad. Death wasn't anything to get excited about. When that was done, drinks and food were served. I walked to the buffet table and made a plate for myself of miniature feta quiches and a slice of mango cheesecake. I ate without really tasting the food and answered questions from others without even knowing what I said half the time. It was like I was a Rose robot, going through the motions of what was expected. On the back of my neck, my skin stung from the tattoos, and in my mind, I kept seeing Mason's blue eyes and Isaiah's red ones. I felt guilty for not enjoying my big day more, but I was relieved when the group finally started dispersing. My mother walked up to me as others murmured their goodbyes. Aside from her words here at the ceremony, we hadn't talked much since my breakdown on the plane. I still felt a little funny about that—and a little embarrassed as well. She'd never mentioned it, but something very small had shifted in the nature of our relationship. We weren't anywhere near being friends…but we weren't exactly enemies anymore either. "Lord Szelsky is leaving soon," she told me as we stood near the building's doorway, not far from where I'd yelled for her on that first day we'd talked. "I'll be going with him." "I know," I said. There was no question she'd leave. That was how it was. Guardians followed Moroi. They came first. She regarded me for a few moments, her brown eyes thoughtful. For the first time in a long time, I felt like we were actually looking eye to eye, as opposed to her looking down on me. It was about time, too, seeing as I had half a foot of height on her. "You did well," she said at last. "Considering the circumstances."
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I sat on a stool in the corner of the room, leaning forward with my hair hanging over the front<br />
of my face. Behind me, a guardian named Lionel held a tattooist's needle to the back of my<br />
neck. I'd known him the whole time I'd been at the Academy, but I'd never realized he was<br />
trained to draw molnija marks.<br />
Before he started, he had a murmured conversation with my mother and Alberta.<br />
"She won't have a promise mark," he said. "She hasn't graduated."<br />
"It happens," said Alberta. "She made the kills. Do the molnijas, and she'll get the promise mark<br />
later."<br />
Considering the pain I regularly put myself through, I didn't expect the tattoos to hurt as much<br />
as they did. But I bit my lip and stayed silent as Lionel made the marks. The process seemed to<br />
go on forever. When he finished, he produced a couple of mirrors, and with some maneuvering,<br />
I was able to see the back of my neck. Two tiny black marks sat there, side by side, against my<br />
reddened and sensitive skin. Molnija meant "lightning" in Russian, and that's what the jagged<br />
shape was meant to symbolize. Two marks. One for Isaiah, one for Elena.<br />
Once I'd seen them, he bandaged them up and gave me some instructions about caring for them<br />
while they healed. Most of it I missed, but I figured I could ask again later. I was still kind of<br />
shocked by it all.<br />
After that, all the gathered guardians came up to me one by one. They each gave me some sort<br />
of sign of affection—a hug, a kiss on the cheek—and kind words.<br />
"Welcome to the ranks," said Alberta, her weathered face gentle as she pulled me into a tight<br />
embrace.<br />
Dimitri didn't say anything when his turn came, but as always, his eyes spoke legions. Pride and<br />
tenderness filled his expression, and I swallowed back tears. He rested one hand gently on my<br />
cheek, nodded, and walked away.