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Eleven "YOU NEED SOMETHING TO WEAR?" Lissa asked. "Hmm?” I glanced over at her. We were waiting for Mr. Nagy's Slavic art class to start, and I was preoccupied with listening to Mia adamantly deny the claims about her parents to one of her friends. "It's not like they're servants or anything," she exclaimed, clearly flustered. Straightening her face, she tried for haughtiness. "They're practically advisors. The Drozdovs don't decide anything without them.” I choked on a laugh, and Lissa shook her head. "You're enjoying this way too much.” "Because it's awesome. What'd you just ask me?" I dug through my bag, messily looking for my lip gloss. I made a face when I found it. It was almost empty; I didn't know where I was going to score some more. "I asked if you need something to wear tonight," she said. "Well, yeah, of course I do. But none of your stuff fits me.” "What are you going to do?” I shrugged my shoulders. "Improvise, like always. I don't really care anyway. I'm just glad Kirova's letting me go.” We had an assembly tonight. It was November 1, All Saints’ Day—which also meant we'd been back almost a month now. A royal group was visiting the school, including Queen Tatiana herself. Honestly, that wasn't what excited me. She'd visited the Academy before. It was pretty
common and a lot less cool than it sounded. Besides, after living among humans and elected leaders, I didn't think much of stiff royals. Still, I'd gotten permission to go because everyone else would be there. It was a chance to hang out with actual people for a change and not stay locked in my dorm room. A little freedom was definitely worth the pain of sitting through a few boring speeches. I didn't stay to chat with Lissa after school like I usually did. Dimitri had stuck to his promise about extra trainings, and I was trying to stick to mine. I now had two additional hours of practice with him, one before and one after school. The more I watched him in action, the more I understood the badass-god reputation. He clearly knew a lot—his six molnija marks proved as much—and I burned to have him teach me what he knew. When I arrived at the gym, I noticed he was wearing a T-shirt and loose running pants, as opposed to his usual jeans. It was a good look for him. Really good. Stop looking, I immediately told myself. He positioned me so that we stood facing each other on the mat and crossed his arms. "What's the first problem you'll run into when facing a Strigoi?” "They're immortal?” "Think of something more basic.” More basic than that? I considered. "They could be bigger than me. And stronger.” Most Strigoi—unless they'd been human first—had the same height as their Moroi cousins. Strigoi also had better strength, reflexes, and senses than dhampirs. That's why guardians trained so hard; we had a "learning curve" to compensate for. Dimitri nodded. "That makes it difficult but not impossible. You can usually use a person's extra height and weight against them.” He turned and demonstrated several maneuvers, pointing out where to move and how to strike someone. Going through the motions with him, I gained some insight into why I took such a regular beating in group practice. I absorbed his techniques quickly and couldn't wait to actually use them. Near the end of our time together, he let me try.
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Eleven<br />
"YOU NEED SOMETHING TO WEAR?" Lissa asked.<br />
"Hmm?”<br />
I glanced over at her. We were waiting for Mr. Nagy's Slavic art class to start, and I was<br />
preoccupied with listening to Mia adamantly deny the claims about her parents to one of her<br />
friends.<br />
"It's not like they're servants or anything," she exclaimed, clearly flustered. Straightening her<br />
face, she tried for haughtiness. "They're practically advisors. The Drozdovs don't decide<br />
anything without them.”<br />
I choked on a laugh, and Lissa shook her head.<br />
"You're enjoying this way too much.”<br />
"Because it's awesome. What'd you just ask me?" I dug through my bag, messily looking for<br />
my lip gloss. I made a face when I found it. It was almost empty; I didn't know where I was<br />
going to score some more.<br />
"I asked if you need something to wear tonight," she said.<br />
"Well, yeah, of course I do. But none of your stuff fits me.”<br />
"What are you going to do?”<br />
I shrugged my shoulders. "Improvise, like always. I don't really care anyway. I'm just glad<br />
Kirova's letting me go.”<br />
We had an assembly tonight. It was November 1, All Saints’ Day—which also meant we'd been<br />
back almost a month now. A royal group was visiting the school, including Queen Tatiana<br />
herself. Honestly, that wasn't what excited me. She'd visited the Academy before. It was pretty
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