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Healing cripples and blind people?
I'd forgotten all about St. Vladimir. Mason had mentioned Vladimir bringing people back from
the dead, and it had reminded me of Lissa at the time. Then other things had distracted me. I
hadn't thought about the saint or his "shadow-kissed" guardian—and their bond—in a while.
How could I have overlooked this? Ms. Karp, I realized, wasn't the only other Moroi who could
heal like Lissa. Vladimir could too.
"And all the while, the masses gathered to him, loving him, eager to follow his teachings and
hear him preach the word of God….”
Turning, I stared at Lissa. She gave me a puzzled look. "What?”
I didn't get a chance to elaborate—I don't even know if I could have formed the words—
because I was whisked back to my prison almost as soon as I stood up at the end of the service.
Back in my room, I went online to research St. Vladimir but turned up nothing useful. Damn it.
Mason had skimmed the books in the library and said there was little there. What did that leave
me with? I had no way of learning more about that dusty old saint.
Or did I? What had Christian said that first day with Lissa?
Over there, we have an old box full of the writings of the blessed and crazy St. Vladimir.
The storage room above the chapel. It had the writings. Christian had pointed them out. I
needed to look at them, but how? I couldn't ask the priest. How would he react if he found out
students were going up there? It'd put an end to Christian's lair. But maybe…maybe Christian
himself could help.
It was Sunday, though, and I wouldn't see him until tomorrow afternoon. Even then, I didn't
know if I'd get a chance to talk to him alone.
While heading out to practice later, I stopped in the dorm's kitchen to grab a granola bar. As I
did, I passed a couple of novice guys, Miles and Anthony. Miles whistled when he saw me.
"How's it been going, Rose? You getting lonely? Want some company?”