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"Probably doesn't mean anything.”
Something in me didn't believe that. I read it again, trying to make sense of the old-fashioned
language. Mason watched me curiously, looking like he very much wanted to help.
"Maybe they were hooking up," he suggested.
I laughed. "He was a saint.”
"So? Saints probably like sex too. That 'brother and sister' stuff is probably a cover." He pointed
to one of the lines. "See? They were 'bound' together." He winked. "It's code.”
Bound. It was a weird word choice, but that didn't necessarily mean Anna and Vladimir were
ripping each other's clothes off.
"I don't think so. They're just close. Guys and girls can just be friends." I said it pointedly, and
he gave me a dry look.
"Yeah? We're friends, and I don't know what's in your 'heart and mind.'" Mason put on a fake
philosopher's look. "Of course, some might argue that one can never know what's in the heart of
a woman—”
"Oh, shut up," I groaned, punching him in the arm.
"For they are strange and mysterious creatures," he continued in his scholarly voice, "and a man
must be a mind reader if he ever wishes to make them happy.”
I started giggling uncontrollably and knew I'd probably get in trouble again. "Well, try to read
my mind and stop being such a—”
I stopped laughing and looked back down at the book.
Bound together and always knows what is in his heart and mind.
They had a bond, I realized. I would have bet everything I owned—which wasn't much—on it.
The revelation was astonishing. There were lots of vague stories and myths about how
guardians and Moroi 'used to have bonds.' But this was the first I'd ever heard of anyone
specific that it had happened to.