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When the next words left my lips, I could barely believe it. "I think…you might be…good for
her.”
We stared at each other for several heavy moments. His smirk dried up a little. Not much
surprised him. This did.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that?" he finally asked.
I almost punched him in the face. "Will you stop it already? I want you to hang out with her
again.”
"No.”
"Look, I told you, I lied—”
"It's not that. It's her. You think I can talk to her now? She's Princess Lissa again." Venom
dripped off his words. "I can't go near her, not when she's surrounded by all those royals.”
"You're royal too," I said, more to myself than him. I kept forgetting the Ozeras were one of the
twelve families.
"Doesn't mean much in a family full of Strigoi, huh?”
"But you're not—wait. That's why she connects to you," I realized with a start.
"Because I'm going to become a Strigoi?" he asked snidely.
"No…because you lost your parents too. Both of you saw them die.”
"She saw hers die. I saw mine murdered.”
I flinched. "I know. I'm sorry, it must have been…well, I don't have any idea what it was like.”
Those crystal-blue eyes went unfocused. "It was like seeing an army of Death invade my
house.”
"You mean…your parents?”