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With plump little cheeks and blond ringlets, she looked like a porcelain doll. A very pissed off and evil porcelain doll.
All Moroi wielded elemental magic. It was one of the things that differentiated living vampires from Strigoi, the dead vampires.
You flirted with the other guys simply for the sake of flirting. You flirted with Jesse in the hopes of getting semi-naked with him. He was a royal Moroi, and he was so hot, he should have worn a WARNING: FLAMMABLE sign.
And there were two ways to make a Strigoi. Strigoi could forcibly turn humans, dhampirs, or Moroi with a single bite. Moroi tempted by the promise of immortality could become Strigoi by choice if they purposely killed another person while feeding. Doing that was considered dark and twisted,
It is a sign of God’s love that He has sent the blessed Vladimir a guardian such as her, one who is shadow-kissed and always knows what is in his heart and mind.
“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.”
I couldn’t help it. I liked flirting, I liked groups, and I liked making smartass comments in class.
Since neither Jacob nor Ralf would have set Ralf on fire, it sort of made the culprit obvious. The fact that Christian was laughing hysterically sort of gave it away too.
“I am. I’m the cautious one, remember? You’re the reckless one.”
“Mr. Zeklos, do you have permission to be in this part of the dorm?” “No, sir.” “Do you know the rules about male and female interactions around here?” “Yes, sir.” “Then I suggest you get out of here as fast as you can before I turn you over to someone who will punish you accordingly. If I ever see you like this again”—Dimitri pointed to where I cowered, half-dressed, on the couch—“I will be the one to punish you. And it will hurt. A lot. Do you understand?” Jesse swallowed, eyes wide. None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was “usually” and then there was being held in
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“What do you mean it wasn’t anything? Didn’t the earth move or the planets align or something?”
“It won’t happen to you. You’re too . . .” He groped for the right word, and I mentally substituted all sorts of possibilities. Goddesslike. Scorchingly sexy. Giving up, he simply said, “It won’t happen to you.”
There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask.
This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.
“I was taken down by a bench,” I groaned. “What?” “I survived the whole day guarding Lissa, and you guys said I did a good job. Then, I get back here and meet my downfall in the form of a bench.” Ugh. “Do you know how embarrassing it is? And all those guys saw, too.”
Letting him lead me, I walked across the room, cutting through a cluster of freshmen who looked way too young to be doing the kind of pelvic thrusts they were attempting. Where were the chaperones when you needed them?
First they saw my body and the dress. Testosterone took over as pure male lust shone out of their faces. Then they seemed to realize it was me and promptly turned terrified. Cool.
“Next best thing.” He tapped Jesse again. “Tell her. Tell her why you did it.” Jesse looked up and exchanged uneasy looks with Ralf. “Boys,” warned Mason, clearly delighted about something, “you’re making Hathaway and me very angry. Tell her why you did it.” Wearing the look of one who realized things couldn’t get any worse, Jesse finally met my eyes. “We did it because she slept with us. Both of us.”
“Hey,” I said. “Slutty friend here. Remember what I said about standing too close to her?”
And then, suddenly, he was there, charging down the hallway like Death in a cowboy duster.
“No. If I let myself love you, I won’t throw myself in front of her. I’ll throw myself in front of you.”
thing.” She got that dopey smile she always did when she thought about him. If I’d known what idiots being in love would make them, I might not have been so keen to get them back together.
