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two of us had been all over each other that night. For a sophomore like me, being with a royal
Moroi senior was a huge rush.
I drank a lot that night but still managed to keep an eye on Lissa. She always wore an edge of
anxiety around this many people, but no one really noticed, because she could interact with
them so well. My heavy buzz kept a lot of her feelings from me, but as long as she looked okay,
I didn't worry.
Mid-kiss, Greg suddenly broke away and looked at something over my shoulder. We both sat in
the same chair, with me on his lap, and I craned my neck to see. "What is it?”
He shook his head with a sort of amused exasperation. "Wade brought a feeder.”
I followed his gaze to where Wade Voda stood with his arm around a frail girl about my age.
She was human and pretty, with wavy blond hair and porcelain skin pale from so much blood
loss. A few other guys had homed on her and stood with Wade, laughing and touching her face
and hair.
"She's already fed too much today," I said, observing her coloring and complete look of
confusion.
Greg slid his hand behind my neck and turned me back to him. "They won't hurt her.”
We kissed a while longer and then I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Rose.”
I looked up into Lissa's face. Her anxious expression startled me because I couldn't feel the
emotions behind it. Too much beer for me. I climbed off of Greg's lap.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Be right back." I pulled Lissa aside, suddenly wishing I was sober. "What's wrong?”
"Them.”
She nodded toward the guys with the feeder girl. She still had a group around her, and when she
shifted to look at one of them, I saw small red wounds scattered on her neck. They were doing a