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He complied to the second, and we found the lounge dark, dusty, and deserted. The drop in
guardian numbers over the years meant a lot of the dorm stayed empty, a sad sign for Moroi
society but terribly convenient right now.
He sat down on the couch, and I lay back on it, putting my feet in his lap. I was still annoyed
after Lissa and Christian's bizarre attic romance and wanted nothing more than to forget about it
for a while.
"You really here to study, or was it just an excuse?" I asked.
"No. It was real. Had to do an assignment with Meredith." The tone in his voice indicated he
wasn't happy about that.
"Oooh," I teased. "Is working with a dhampir beneath your royal blood? Should I be offended?”
He smiled, showing a mouth full of perfect white teeth and fangs. "You're a lot hotter than she
is.”
"Glad I make the cut." There was a sort of a heat in his eyes that was turning me on, as was his
hand sliding up my leg. But I needed to do something first. It was time for some vengeance.
"Mia must too, since you guys let her hang out with you. She's not royal.”
His finger playfully poked me in the calf. "She's with Aaron. And I've got lots of friends who
aren't royal. And friends who are dhamps. I'm not a total asshole.”
"Yeah, but did you know her parents are practically custodians for the Drozdovs?”
The hand on my leg stopped. I'd exaggerated, but he was a sucker for gossip—and he was
notorious for spreading it.
"Seriously?”
"Yeah. Scrubbing floors and stuff like that.”
"Huh.”
I could see the wheels turning in his dark blue eyes and had to hide a smile. The seed was
planted.