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She stared at me, shocked. "He's just going to take her to his room. He'll do even worse things
to her.”
"Liss, I don't like it either, but it's not like I can go chase him down or anything." I rubbed my
forehead. "I could go punch him or something, but I feel like I'm going to throw up as it is.”
Her face grew dark, and she bit her lip. "He can't do that.”
"I'm sorry.”
I returned to the chair with Greg, feeling a little bad about what had happened. I didn't want to
see the feeder get taken advantage of anymore than Lissa did—it reminded me too much of
what a lot of Moroi guys thought they cold do to dhampir girls. But I also couldn't win this
battle, not tonight.
Greg had shifted me around to get a better angle on my neck when I noticed Lissa was gone a
few minutes later. Practically falling, I clambered off his lap and looked around. "Where's
Lissa?”
He reached for me. "Probably the bathroom.”
I couldn't feel a thing through the bond. The alcohol had numbed it. Stepping out into the
hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief at escaping the loud music and voices. It was quiet out
here—except for a crashing sound a couple rooms down. The door was ajar, and I pushed my
way inside.
The feeder girl cowered in a corner, terrified. Lissa stood with arms crossed, her face angry and
terrible. She was staring at Wade intently, and he stared back, enchanted. He also held a
baseball bat, and it looked like he'd used it already, because the room was trashed: bookshelves,
the stereo, the mirror….
"Break the window too," Lissa told him smoothly. "Come on. It doesn't matter.”
Hypnotized, he walked over to the large, tinted window. I stared, my mouth nearly hitting the
floor, as he pulled back and slammed the bat into the glass. It shattered, sending shards
everywhere and letting in the early morning light it normally kept blocked out. He winced as it
shone in his eyes, but he didn't move away.