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"She's right,” mumbled Christian, still under the doctor's ministrations. He winced as she did
something to the back of his head. "Guardians.”
"That's impossible," someone said.
"They weren't school guardians." I rubbed my forehead, fighting hard to keep from leaving the
conversation and going back to Lissa. My irritation grew. "Will you guys get moving? She's
getting farther away!”
"You're saying a group of privately retained guardians came in and kidnapped her?" The tone in
Kirova's voice implied I was playing some kind of joke.
"Yes," I replied through gritted teeth. "They…”
Slowly, carefully, I slipped my mental restraint and flew into Lissa's body. I sat in a car, an
expensive car with tinted windows to keep out most of the light. It might be "night" here, but it
was full day for the rest of the world. One of the guardians from the chapel drove; another sat
beside him in the front—one I recognized. Spiridon. In the back, Lissa sat with tied hands,
another guardian beside her, and on the other side—
"They work for Victor Dashkov," I gasped out, focusing back on Kirova and the others.
"They're his.”
"Prince Victor Dashkov?" asked one of the guardians with a snort. Like there was any other
freaking Victor Dashkov.
"Please," I moaned, hands clutching my head. "Do something. They're getting so far away.
They're on…" A brief image, seen outside the car window, flared in my vision. "Eighty-three.
Headed south.”
"Eighty-three already? How long ago did they leave? Why didn't you come sooner?”
My eyes turned anxiously to Dimitri.
"A compulsion spell," he said slowly. "A compulsion spell put into a necklace he gave her. It
made her attack me.”