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"Don't tell anyone," Lissa repeated.
He stuffed his hands in his coat pockets and sat down on one of the crates. "Who am I going to
tell? Look, go grab the window seat. You can have it today and hang out for a while. If you're
not still afraid of me.”
She hesitated, studying him. He looked dark and surly, lips curled in a sort of I'm-such-a-rebel
smirk. But he didn't look too dangerous. He didn't look Strigoi. Gingerly, she sat back down in
the window seat, unconsciously rubbing her arms against the cold.
Christian watched her, and a moment later, the air warmed up considerably.
Lissa met Christian's eyes and smiled, surprised she'd never noticed how icy blue they were
before. "You specialized in fire?”
He nodded and pulled up a broken chair. "Now we have luxury accommodations.”
I snapped out of the vision.
"Rose? Rose?”
Blinking, I focused on Dimitri's face. He was leaning toward me, his hands gripping my
shoulders. I'd stopped walking; we stood in the middle of the quad separating the upper school
buildings.
"Are you all right?”
"I…yeah. I was…I was with Lissa…" I put a hand to my forehead. I'd never had such a long or
clear experience like that. "I was in her head.”
"Her…head?”
"Yeah. It's part of the bond." I didn't really feel like elaborating.
"Is she all right?”
"Yeah, she's…" I hesitated. Was she all right? Christian Ozera had just invited her to hang out
with him. Not good. There was "coasting through the middle," and then there was turning to the