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"Because there's no information listed! It's secret. And there are others just as strange. Like
someone who could physically drain others. People standing nearby would get weak and lose
all their strength. They'd pass out. And there was someone else who could stop things in midair
when they were thrown at him." Excitement lit up her features.
"He could have been an air user," I pointed out.
"Maybe," she said. I could feel the curiosity and excitement swirling through her. She
desperately wanted to believe there were others out there like her.
I smiled. "Who knew? Moroi have Roswell- and Area 51-type stuff. It's a wonder I'm not being
studied somewhere to see if they can figure out the bond."
Lissa's speculative mood turned teasing. "I wish I could see into your mind sometimes. I'd like
to know how you feel about Mason."
"He's my friend," I said stoutly, surprised at the abrupt change in subject. "That's it."
She tsked. "You used to flirt—and do other stuff—with any guy you could get your hands on."
"Hey!" I said, offended. "I wasn't that bad."
"Okay…maybe not. But you don't seem interested in guys anymore."
I was interested in guys—well, one guy.
"Mason's really nice," she continued. "And crazy about you."
"He is," I agreed. I thought about Mason, about that brief moment when I'd thought he was sexy
outside Stan's class. Plus, Mason was really funny, and we got along beautifully. He wasn't a
bad prospect as far as boyfriends went.
"You guys are a lot alike. You're both doing things you shouldn't."
I laughed. That was also true. I recalled Mason's eagerness to take on every Strigoi in the world.
I might not be ready for that—despite my outburst in the car—but I shared some of his
recklessness. It might be time to give him a shot, I thought. Bantering with him was fun, and it