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hers. She stood in her American lit class, during project-work time, but, like most of the
students, she wasn't working. She and Camille Conta leaned against a wall on the far side of the
room, talking in hushed voices.
"It's gross," said Camille firmly, a frown crossing her pretty face. She had on a blue skirt made
of velvet-like fabric, short enough to show off her long legs and possibly raise eyes about the
dress code. "If you guys were doing it, I'm not surprised she got addicted and did it with Jesse.”
"She didn't do it with Jesse," insisted Lissa. "And it's not like we had sex. We just didn't have
any feeders, that's all." Lissa focused her full attention on Camille and smiled. "It's no big deal.
Everyone's overreacting.”
Camille looked like she seriously doubted this, and then, the more she stared at Lissa, the more
unfocused her eyes became. A blank look fell over her.
"Right?" asked Lissa, voice like silk. "It's not a big deal.”
The frown returned. Camille tried to shake the compulsion. That fact that it'd even gotten this
far was incredible. As Christian had observed, using it on Moroi was unheard of.
Camille, although strong-willed, lost the battle. "Yeah," she said slowly. "It's really not that big
a deal.”
"And Jesse's lying.”
She nodded. "Definitely lying.”
A mental strain burned inside of Lissa as she held onto the compulsion. It took a lot of effort,
and she wasn't finished.
"What are you guys doing tonight?”
"Carly and I are going to study for Mattheson's test in her room.”
"Invite me.”
Camille thought about it. "Hey, you want to study with us?”