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"What was what like?”
"Letting someone feed off you?”
The others fell quiet, a sort of anticipation settling over them.
"She didn't do that," said Lissa in a warning voice. "I told you.”
"Yeah, yeah, I know nothing happened with Jesse and Ralf. But you guys did it, right? While
you were gone?”
"Let it go," said Lissa. Compulsion worked best with direct eye contact, and his attention was
focused on me, not her.
"I mean, it's cool and everything. You guys did what you had to do, right? It's not like you're a
feeder. I just want to know what it was like. Danielle Szelsky let me bite her once. She said it
didn't feel like anything.”
There was a collective "ew" from among the girls. Sex and blood with dhampirs was dirty;
between Moroi, it was cannibalistic.
"You are such a liar," said Camille.
"No, I'm serious. It was just a small bite. She didn't get high like the feeders. Did you?" He put
his free arm around my shoulder. "Did you like it?”
Lissa's face went still and pale. Alcohol muted the full force of her feelings, but I could read
enough to know how she felt. Dark, scared thoughts trickled into me—underscored with anger.
She usually had a good grip on her temper—unlike me—but I'd seen it flare up before. Once it
had happened at a party very similar to this one, just a few weeks after Ms. Karp had been taken
away.
Greg Dashkov—a distant cousin of Natalie's—had held the party in his room. His parents
apparently knew someone who knew someone, because he had one of the biggest rooms in the
dorm. He'd been friends with Lissa's brother before the accident and had been more than happy
to take Andre's little sister into his social fold. Greg had also been happy to take me in, and the