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The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He’s the one who killed Natalie, and he’s a total badass. He’s also pretty good-looking. Okay—more than good-looking. He’s hot—like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.
Yeah he is!!!
“Your worst class is history, yet somehow, you know everything about Eastern Europe.” “Hey, gotta have material for my jokes, Comrade.”
“Rose, are you okay?” she asked softly. Lissa was my best friend, but I didn’t want her to know how scared and upset the whole thing had made me. I wanted to be fierce. “Fine,” I said, teeth clenched.
Oh god. This is too real.
Nine out of ten times, I thought Dimitri was the sexiest thing walking the earth. Then, there were times like this . . .
“Canadian geese might be worse than vipers, though.” I gave him a sidelong look. “Canadian geese are deadlier than vipers?” “You ever tried to feed those little bastards?” he asked, attempting seriousness and failing. “They’re vicious. You get thrown to vipers, you die quickly. But the geese? That’ll go on for days. More suffering.”
“That’s it, isn’t it?” I asked. “What?” “You’re always fighting for control. You’re the same as me.” “No,” he said, still obviously worked up. “I’ve learned my control.”
I took a third drink and sank into the water as far as I reasonably could and still hold the glass.
Baby you are about to be so drunk. that hot water!!
He considered his words, and his expression softened. He always looked amazing, but I liked him best like this.
All my life, in considering my future career as a guardian, I’d looked forward to the marks. I’d seen them as badges of honor. But now? Mainly they were going to be reminders of something I wanted to forget.
The ghost of a smile flickered on his face. “Yes, she was. Is. And that’s why I had to say no. I couldn’t return that . . . couldn’t give her what she wanted. Not when . . .” He took a few steps toward me. “Not when my heart is somewhere else.”
Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!
“You act young,” he said, “because you are young. But you know things, Roza. Things people older than you don’t even know. That day . . .” I knew instantly which day he referred to. The one up against the wall. “You were right, about how I fight to stay in control. No one else has ever figured that out— and it scared me. You scare me.”
