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I scoffed and leaned my head back against the seat. "You're so delusional."<br />
"Sane guys are boring."<br />
To my surprise, he slid his hand over mine. His skin was warm, and I felt my own skin tingle<br />
where he touched me. It startled me. I'd convinced myself Dimitri was the only one I'd ever<br />
respond to again.<br />
It's time to move on, I thought. Dimitri obviously has. You should have done it a long time ago.<br />
I laced my fingers with Mason's, catching him off guard. "I do. This is going to be fun."<br />
And it was.<br />
I tried to keep reminding myself that we were here because of a tragedy, that there were Strigoi<br />
and humans out there who might strike again. No one else seemed to remember that, though,<br />
and I admit, I was having a difficult time myself.<br />
The resort was gorgeous. It was built to sort of look like a log cabin, but no pioneer cabin could<br />
have held hundreds of people or had such luxury accommodations. Three stories of gleaming,<br />
golden-colored wood sat among lofty pine trees. The windows were tall and gracefully arched,<br />
tinted for Moroi convenience. Crystal lanterns—electric, but shaped to look like torches—hung<br />
around all the entrances, giving the entire building a glittering, almost bejeweled look.<br />
Mountains—which my enhanced eyes could just barely make out in the night—surrounded us,<br />
and I bet the view would have been breathtaking when it was light out. One side of the grounds<br />
led off to the skiing area, complete with steep hills and moguls, as well as lifts and tow ropes.<br />
Another side of the lodge had an ice rink, which delighted me since I'd missed out that one day<br />
by the cabin. Near that, smooth hills were reserved for sledding.<br />
And that was just the outside.
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