Ten
THE NEXT DAY, MY guardian duties with Christian resumed. Once again, I found my own life put on hold for someone else's.
"How was your penance?" he asked as we walked across campus from his dorm.
I stifled a yawn. I hadn't been able to sleep well last night, both because of my feelings for Dimitri and because of what Father Andrew had told me. Nonetheless, I kept a sharp eye out. This was the location where Stan had attacked us twice before, and besides, the guardians were sick and twisted enough to come after me on a day when I was so exhausted.
"It was okay. The priest let us go early."
"Us?"
"Dimitri came and helped me. I think he felt bad about me being stuck with that work."
"Either that or he has nothing else to do now that he's not doing your extra sessions."
"Maybe, but I doubt it. All in all, I guess it wasn't that bad a day." Unless you considered learning about spiteful ghosts bad.
"I had a great day," said Christian, the smallest amount of smugness in his voice.
I repressed the urge to roll my eyes. "Yeah, I know."
He and Lissa had taken advantage of their guardianless day to take advantage of each other. I supposed I should be glad they'd held off until Eddie and I weren't around, but in a lot of ways, it didn't matter. True, when I was awake, I could block out all of the details, but I still knew what was going on. A bit of the jealousy and anger I'd felt from the last time they'd been together returned. It was the same problem all over again: Lissa doing all the things I couldn't do.
I was dying to go eat breakfast. I could smell French toast and hot maple syrup. Carbs wrapped in more carbs. Yum. But Christian wanted blood before we ate solid food, and his needs trumped mine. They come first. He'd apparently skipped his daily blood dose yesterday - probably to maximize his romantic time.
The feeder room wasn't crowded, but we still had to wait.
"Hey," I said. "Do you know Brett Ozera? You're related, right?" After my encounter with Jill, I'd finally put some pieces together. Brett Ozera and Dane Zeklos had reminded me of how Brandon had looked the day of Stan's first attack. The disaster of that attack had made me completely forget about Brandon, but the coincidences here suddenly stirred my curiosity. All three had been beaten up. All three had been in denial.
Christian nodded. "Yeah, in the way we're all kind of related. I don't know him that well - he's like a third or fourth cousin or something. His branch of the family hasn't had much to do with mine since ... well, you know."
"I heard something weird about him." I then related what Jill had told me about Dane and Brett.
"That's weird," agreed Christian. "But people get in fights."
"Yeah, but there are some weird connections here. And royals aren't usually on the losing ends of fights - all three of these guys were."
"Well, maybe that's it. You know how it's been. A lot of royals are getting pissed off that non-royals want to change how guardians are assigned and learn to start fighting. That's the whole point of Jesse and Ralf's stupid little club. They want to make sure royals stay on top. Non-royals are probably getting just as pissed off and fighting back."
"So, what, some kind of vigilante is out making royals pay?"
"Wouldn't be the weirdest thing that's happened around here," he pointed out.
"That's for damn sure," I muttered.
Christian's name was called, and he peered ahead. "Look at that," he said happily. "Alice again."
"I don't get your fascination with her," I observed as we approached the old feeder. "Lissa's always kind of excited to see her too. But Alice is nuts."
"I know," he said. "That's what's so great."
Alice greeted us as Christian sat down beside her. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed over my chest. Feeling uppity, I said, "Alice, the scenery hasn't changed. It's exactly the same as last time."
She turned her dazed eyes on me. "Patience, Rose. You must be patient. And prepared. Are you prepared?"
The switch in subject threw me a little. It was like talking to Jill, except less sane. "Um, prepared how? For the scenery?"
In what had to be a prime moment of irony, she looked at me as though I were the one who was crazy. "Armed. Are you armed? You're going to protect us, aren't you?"
I reached inside my coat and pulled out the practice stake I'd been given for the field experience. "Got you covered," I said.
She looked immensely relieved and apparently couldn't tell the difference between a real stake and a fake one. "Good," she said. "Now we'll be safe."
"That's right," said Christian. "With Rose armed, we have nothing to worry about. The Moroi world can rest easy."
Alice was oblivious to his sarcasm. "Yes. Well, nowhere is ever safe."