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There was an intensely sensual note to his voice that made her heart race. Jealousy shot through
me. She and I had been best friends our entire life. I could read her mind. But the fact remained:
Christian was a huge part of her world now, and he played a role I never could—just as he
could never have a part of the connection that existed between me and her. We both sort of
accepted but didn't like the fact that we had to split her attention, and at times, it seemed the
truce we held for her sake was paper thin.
Lissa brushed her hand against his cheek. "Behave."
"I am," he told her, his voice still a little husky. "Sometimes. But sometimes you don't want me
to…."
Groaning, I stood up. "God. I'm going to leave you guys alone now."
Lissa blinked and dragged her eyes away from Christian, suddenly looking embarrassed.
"Sorry," she murmured. A delicate pink flush spread over her cheeks. Since she was pale like
all Moroi, it actually sort of made her look prettier. Not that she needed much help in that
department. "You don't have to go…."
"No, it's fine. I'm exhausted," I assured her. Christian didn't look too broken up about seeing me
leave. "I'll catch you tomorrow."
I started to turn away, but Lissa called to me. "Rose? Are you…are you sure you're okay? After
everything that happened?"
I met her jade green eyes. Her concern was so strong and deep that it made my chest ache. I
might be closer to her than anyone else in the world, but I didn't want her worrying about me. It
was my job to keep her safe. She shouldn't be troubled about protecting me—particularly if
Strigoi had suddenly decided to make a hit list of royals.
I flashed her a saucy grin. "I'm fine. Nothing to worry about except you guys tearing each
other's clothes before I get a chance to leave."
"Then you better go now," said Christian dryly.
She elbowed him, and I rolled my eyes. "Good night," I told them.