Blood Promise Chapter Ten

E actu altogethery integrity had hit it come to so sanitary at tiffin with Avery that the group had gotten together again that all the sameing and had kind of a unwarrant suitable clock. Lissa was c onception close to that as she sit in her first-period English syndicate the next morning. Theyd stayed up late divulgelive night, sneaking emerge knightly cur a couple of(prenominal). The memory brought a smile to Lissas face, even as she stifled a yawn. I couldnt help to a greater extent everywhere tactile property a tiny trust of jealousy. I knew Avery was responsible for Lissas happiness, and that bothered me on a petty level. stock- smooth Averys new friendship was also reservation me feel less at fault ab go forth leaving Lissa.Lissa yawned again. It was hard to c erstwhilentrate on The Scarlet earn while fighting a slight hangoer. Avery guaranteemed to soak up a without end supply of liquor. Adrian had seducen to this overcompensate away, entirely w hen Lissa had been a little to a greater extent than hesitant. Shed aband unmatchedd her partying age a considerable time ago, exclusively shed in conclusion succumbed subsist night and drunk more glasses of wine than she actu eithery should flummox. It wasnt un give care my situation with the vodka, ironicall(a)y enough. Both of us overindulging, despite beingness miles and miles apart.Suddenly, a high-pitched wail pierced the air. Lissas head shot up, on with all nonpareil elses in the part. In a corner of the room, a small ack-ack gun alarm flashed and shrieked its warning. Naturally, several(prenominal) students started cheering while any(prenominal) feign to be sc atomic number 18d. The rest further looked surprised and waited.Lissas instructor also looked a little caught murder guard, and afterward a quick examination, Lissa decided this wasnt a planned alarm. Teachers wonted(prenominal)ly had a heads-up when there were drills, and Ms. Malloy didnt wear th e usual weary demeanor teachers had when trying to figure out how much time the drill would cut from their lessons.Up and at em, give tongue to Ms. Malloy in annoyance, grabbing a clipboard. You contend where to go. Fire drill procedure was pretty standard.Lissa followed the others and fell in step with Christian. Did you great deal this up? she teased.Nope. Wish I had, though. This class is putting to death me.You? I suck up the worst headache ever.He gave her a penetrative grin. Let that be a lesson to you, Little Miss Lush.She do a face in return and gave him a light punch. They reached their classs meeting cytosmear out on the quad and joined in the semblance of a line the others were trying to form. Ms. Malloy arrived and checked everyone off on her clipboard, satisfied no one had been left behind.I dont think this was planned, state Lissa.Agreed, verbalise Christian. Which nitty-gritty even if theres no fire, it might take a while.Well, then. No procedure waiting nearly, huh?Christian and Lissa dour roughly in surprise at the voice behind them and see Avery. She wore a purple sweater queue up and black heels that seemed totally out of place on the wet grass.What are you doing here? asked Lissa. Figured youd be in your room.Whatever. Its so boring there. I had to come liberate you guys.You did this? asked Christian, slightly impressed.Avery shrugged. I told you, I was bored. Now, come on while its quench chaotic.Christian and Lissa exchanged glances. Well, said Lissa slowly, I compute they did al raise take attendanceHurry said Avery. Her excitement was contagious, and, pure tone bold, Lissa hurried after her, Christian in tow. With all the milling students, no one noticed them cutting across the campus-until they reached the outside of guest housing. Simon s in additiond magnetic inclination against the door, and Lissa stiffened. They were busted.Everything set? Avery asked him.Simon, definitely the strong-and-silent type, gave a sw ift nod as his lone(prenominal) answer before straightening up. He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and walked off. Lissa stared in amazement.He besides he just let us go? And is he in on it? Simon wasnt on campus as a teacher, scarcely still that didnt necessarily mean hed let students skip out on class because of a faked fire drill.Avery grinned mischievously, watching him go. Weve been together for a while. Hes got better things to do than babysit us.She led them inside, still instead of pass to her room, they cut off to a different section of the building and went somewhere I knew well Adrians room.Avery shell on the door. Hey, Ivashkov Open up.Lissa slapped a hand over her mouth to smother her giggles. So much for stealth. Everyones difference to detect you.I need him to hear me, Avery argued.She kept pounding on the door and yelling, and finally, Adrian answered. His hair stuck up at odd angles, and he had dark circles under his eyes.Hed drunk twice as much as Lissa last night.What? He blinked. Shouldnt you guys be in class? Oh God. I didnt remainder that much, did I?Let us in, said Avery, push button past. Weve got refugees from a fire here.She flounced onto his couch, making herself at home while he continued staring. Lissa and Christian joined her.Avery sprang the fire alarm, explained Lissa.Nice work, said Adrian, collapsing into a fluffy chair. But whyd you pose to come here? Is this the lone(prenominal) place thats not burning down?Avery batted her eyelashes at him. Arent you happy to see us?He eyed her speculatively for a moment. Always happy to see you.Lissa was normally pretty straitlaced about(predicate) this kind of thing, but something about it amused her. It was so wild, so silly it was a break from all her recent worries. Its not going away to take them that long to figure it out, you neck. They could be letting everyone in right now.They could be, agreed Avery, putting her feet up on the coffee table. But I stimulate it on good function that another alarm is going to go off in the trail once they open the doors.How the hell did you manage that? asked Christian.Top secret.Adrian rubbed his eyes and was distinctly amused by this, despite the abrupt wake-up. You cant pull fire alarms all day, Lazar.Actually, I have it on good authority that once they empower the all-clear on a second alarm, a thirds going to go off.Lissa laughed out trumpet- resembling, though a lot of it was due more to the guys reactions and less to Averys announcement. Christian, in fits of antisocial rebellion, had set people on fire. Adrian spent most of his days drunk and chain-smoking. For a cute society girl wish well Avery to vex them, something truly remarkable had to happen. Avery looked very pleased at having outdone them.If the interrogations over now, she said, arent you going to offer your guests all refreshments?Adrian stood up and yawned. Fine, fine, you insolent girl. Ill make coffee.With a smasher? She inclined her head toward Adrians liquor storage locker.You have got to be kidding, said Christian. Do you even have a liver left?Avery wandered over to the cabinet and picked up a bottle of something. She held it out to Lissa. You game?Even Lissas morning rebelliousness had limits. The wine headache still throbbed in her skull. Ugh, no.Cowards, said Avery. She turned endorse to Adrian. Well then, Mr. Ivashkov, youd best put on the pot. I perpetually exchangeable a little coffee with my brandy.Not long after that, I faded away from Lissas head and drifted concealment into my own, locomote to the blackness of sleep and ordinary dreams. It was short-lived, however, see as a loud pounding soon jerked me into consciousness.My eyes flew open, and a deep, searing pain shot by means of the cover version of my skull-the after feats of that toxic vodka, no doubt. Lissas hangover had nothing on mine. I started to close my eyes, wanting to sink spinal column under and let sleep heal th e worst of my pain. thusly, I perceive the pounding again -and worse, my tout ensemble bed shook violently. Someone was kicking it.Opening my eyes again, I turned and found myself staring into Yevas shrewd dark eyes. If Sydney had met many dhampirs similar Yeva, I could generalise why she mentation our washout were minions of hell. Pursing her lips, Yeva kicked the bed again.Hey, I cried. Im on the lookout, okay?Yeva muttered something in Russian, and capital of Minnesota peered around from behind her, translating. She says youre not awake until youre actually out of bed and standing up.And with no more warning, that sadistic old muliebrity continued kicking the bed. I jerked upright, and the world spun around me. Id said this before, but this time, I really meant it I was never going to drink again. No good ever came from it. The covers looked awfully tempting to my hurt body, but a few more kicks from Yevas mastermindy-toed boots made me view as up off the bed.Okay, o kay. Are you happy now? Im up. Yevas expression didnt change, but at least she s pass onped with the kicking. I turned to capital of Minnesota. Whats going on?Grandmother says you have to go with her.Where?She says you dont need to tell apart.I started to say that I wasnt following that crazy old wench anywhere, but after one look at her scary face, I imagination better of it. I didnt put it past her to be able to turn people into toads.Fine, I said. Ill be aimy to go once I shower and change.Paul translated my words, but Yeva shook her head and spoke again. She says theres no time, he explained. We have to go now. rump I at least brush my teething?She allowed that small concession, but a change of clothes was plain out of the question. It was just as well. Each step I took made me feel woozy, and I probably would have passed out doing something as complicated as dressing and undressing. The clothes didnt smell or anything either they were mostly just wrinkled from where Id fall en asleep in them.When I got downstairs, I aphorism that no one else was awake except Olena. She was washing leftover dishes from last night and seemed surprised to see me up. That made two of us.Its early for you, isnt it? she asked.I turned and caught sight of the kitchen clock. I gasped. It was only about quad minute of arcs after Id gone to bed. Good God. Is the sun even up?Amazingly, it was. Olena offered to make me breakfast, but again, Yeva reiterated our time crunch. My endorse seemed to simultaneously want and loathe food, so I couldnt say if abstaining was a good thing or not.Whatever, I said. Lets just go and get this over with.Yeva walked into the living room and returned a few moments later with a large satchel. She handed it to me expectantly. I shrugged and took it, hanging it over one shoulder. It clearly had stuff in it, but it wasnt that heavy. She went back out to the other room and returned with another tote bag. I took this one too and hung it over the same shoulder, balancing both of them. This one was heavier, but my back didnt complain too much.When she left for a third time and returned with a giant box, I started to get irate. What is this? I demanded, taking it from her. It felt like it had bricks in it.Grandmother needs you to carry some things, Paul told me.Yes, I said through with(predicate) gritted teeth. I salmagundi of figured that out fifty dollar bill pounds ago.Yeva gave me one more box, stacking it on top of the other. It wasnt as heavy, but by this point, it honestly didnt matter. Olena shot me a sympathetic look, shook her head, and returned silently to her dishes, apparently not about to argue with Yeva.Yeva set off after that, and I followed obediently, trying to both hold the boxes and not let the bags fall off my shoulder. It was a heavy load, one my hungover body really didnt want, but I was strong enough that I figured it wouldnt be a problem to get into town or wherever she was leading me. Paul ran on at m y side, apparently there to let me know if Yeva found anything along the road she wanted me to carry too.It seemed like spring was charging into Siberia far quickening than it ever did into Montana. The sky was clear, and the morning sun was heating things up astonishingly fast. It was hardly summer weather, but it was definitely enough to notice. It would have made very uncomfortable walkway weather for a Moroi.Do you know where were going? I asked Paul.No, he said cheerfully.For someone so old, Yeva could question at a pretty good pace, and I found myself having to hurry to keep up with her with my load. At one point, she glanced back and said something that Paul translated as, Shes kind of surprised that you cant move faster.Yeah, well, Im kind of surprised that no one else can carry any of this.He translated again She says if youre really much(prenominal) a famous Strigoi killer, then this shouldnt be a problem.I was make full with great relief when downtown came into si ght only we kept walking past it.Oh, come on, I said. Where the hell are we going?Without freehand me a backward glance, Yeva rattled off something. Grandmother says Uncle Dimka never would have complained so much, Paul said.None of this was Pauls fault he was just the messenger. Yet, every time he spoke, I kind of wanted to kick him. Nonetheless, I kept carrying my burden and didnt say anything else for the rest of the walk. Yeva was right to a sealed extent. I was a Strigoi hunter, and it was true that Dimitri would have never complained about some old ladys crazy whims. He would have done his duty patiently.I tried to summon him up in my mind and draw durability from him. I thought about that time in the cabin again, thought about the way his lips had felt on mine and the wonderful pry of his skin when Id pressed closer to him. I could hear his voice once more, murmuring in my ear that he loved me, that I was beautiful, that I was the only one Thinking of him didnt take away the discomfort of my expedition with Yeva, but it made it a little more bearable.We walked for almost an hour more before grasp a small house, and I was ready to fall over in relief, soaked in sweat. The house was one floor, made of plain, weatherworn brown boards. The windows, however, were surrounded on three sides by exquisite, highly stylized blue shutters overlaid with a white design. It was that same material body of flashy use of color Id seen on the buildings in Moscow and perfection Petersburg. Yeva knocked on the door. At first there was only silence, and I panicked, thinking wed have to turn right around and head back.Finally, a cleaning lady answered the door-a Moroi woman. She was maybe thirty, very pretty, with high cheekbones and strawberry-blond hair. She exclaimed in surprise at seeing Yeva, smiling and greeting her in Russian. Glancing over at Paul and me, the woman quickly stepped aside and gestured us in.She switched to English as soon as she realized I was A merican. All these bilingual people were kind of amazing. It wasnt something I saw very often in the U.S. She pointed to a table and told me to set everything there, which I did with relief.My names Oksana, she said, shaking my hand. My husband, strike off, is in the tend and should be in soon.Im Rose, I told her.Oksana offered us chairs. Mine was wooden and straight-backed, but at that moment, it felt like a down- fill up bed. I sighed happily and wiped the sweat off my brow. Meanwhile, Oksana unpacked the things Id carried.The bags were filled with leftovers from the funeral. The top box contained some dishes and pots, which Paul explained had been borrowed from Oksana some time ago. Oksana finally reached the empennage box, and so help me, it was filled with garden bricks.You have got to be kidding, I said. Across the living room, Yeva looked very smug.Oksana was delighted by the gifts. Oh, Mark willing be happy to have these. She smiled at me. It was very sweet of you to car ry these that square way.Happy to help, I said stiffly.The back door opened, and a man walked in-Mark, presumably. He was tall and stockily built, his graying hair indicating an age great than Oksanas. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink and then turned to join us. I nearly gasped when I saw his face and observed something quaintr than the age difference. He was a dhampir. For a moment, I wondered if this was someone else and not her husband, Mark. But that was the name Oksana introduced him with, and the truth hit me a Moroi and dhampir wed couple. Sure, our two races hooked up all the time. But marriage? It was very scandalous in the Moroi world.I tried to keep the surprise off my face and behave as politely as I could. Oksana and Mark seemed very interested in me, though she did most of the rippleing. Mark solely watched, curiosity all over his face. My hair was down, so my tattoos couldnt have tending(p) away my unpromised status.Maybe he was just wondering how an Ame rican girl had found her way out to the middle of nowhere. Maybe he thought I was a new blood whore recruit.By my third glass of water, I began to feel better. It was around that time that Oksana said we should eat, and by then, my stomach was ready for it. Oksana and Mark prepared the food together, dismissing any offers of help.Watching the couple work was fascinating. I had never seen such an competent team. They never got in each others way and never needed to talk about what needed doing next. They just knew. Despite the remote location, the kitchens contents were modern, and Oksana fit(p) a dish of some sort of potato casserole in the microwave. Marks back was to her while he rummaged in the refrigerator, but as soon as she hit start, he said, No, it doesnt need to be that long.I blinked in surprise, glancing back and forth between them. He hadnt even seen what time shed selected. Then I got it. Youre bonded, I exclaimed.Both looked at me in equal surprise. Yes. Didnt Yeva t ell you? Oksana asked.I shot a quick look at Yeva, who was again erosion that annoyingly self-satisfied look on her face. No. Yeva hasnt been very extrovertive this morning.Most everyone around here knows, Oksana said, returning to her work.Then then youre a pure tone user.That made her pause again. She and Mark exchanged startled looks. That, she said, is not something thats widely cognise.Most people think you havent specialized, right?How did you know?Because it was only how it had been for Lissa and me. Stories of bonds had always existed in Moroi folklore, but how bonds formed had always been a mystery. It was in the main believed they just happened. similar Oksana, Lissa had generally been regarded as a non-specializing Moroi-one who didnt have any special ability with one element. We realized now, of course, that bonding only occurred with quality users, when they saved the lives of others.Something in Oksanas voice told me she wasnt really all that surprised I knew. I couldnt figure out how shed realized that, however, and I was too astounded by my discovery to say anything else. Lissa and I had never, ever met another bonded pair. The only such two we knew about were the legendary Vladimir and Anna. And those stories were shrouded by centuries of incomplete history, making it difficult to know fact from fiction.The only other leads we had to the world of smelling were Ms. Karp-a former teacher who went insane-and Adrian. Until now, he had been our biggest discovery, a spirit user who was more or less stable-depending on how you looked at it.When the meal was ready, spirit never came up. Oksana led the conversation, keeping to light topics and jumping between languages. I analyse her and Mark as I ate, looking for any signs of instability. I saw none. They seemed like perfectly pleasant, perfectly ordinary people. If I hadnt known what I did, I would have had no reason to suspect anything. Oksana didnt seem downhearted or unhinged. Mark hadn t inherited that vile wickedness that sometimes seeped into me.My stomach welcomed the food, and the last of my headache faded away. At one point, though, a strange sensation swept through me. It was disorienting, like a fluttering in my head, and a wave of heat and then ice coursing through me. The feeling disappeared as quickly as it came on, and I hoped itd be the last of that demon vodkas ill effects.We finished eating, and I jumped up to help. Oksana shook her head. No, theres no need. You should go with Mark.Huh? I asked.He dabbed at his face with a serviette and then stood up. Yes. Lets go out to the garden.I started to follow, then paused to glance back at Yeva. I expected her to chastise me for abandoning the dishes. Instead, I found no smug or disapproving looks. Her expression was knowing. Almost expectant. Something about it displace a shiver down my back, and I recalled Viktorias words Yeva had dreamed of my arrival.The garden Mark led me to was much bigger than I ex pected, enclosed in a thick fence and lined with trees. New leaves hung on them, blockade the worst of the heat. Lots of bushes and flowers were already in bloom, and here and there, young shoots were well on their way to adulthood. It was beautiful, and I wondered if Oksana had had a hand in it. Lissa was able to make plants grow with spirit. Mark gestured me over to a stone bench. We sat down side by side, and silence fell.So, he said. What would you like to know?Wow. You dont waste time.I dont see any point in it. You mustiness have lots of questions. Ill do my best to answer.How did you know? I asked. That Im shadow-kissed too. You did, right?He nodded. Yeva told us.Okay, that was a surprise. Yeva?She can sense things things the rest of us cant. She doesnt always know what shes sensing, however. She only knew there was a strange feel to you, and shed only ever felt that around one other person. So she brought you to me.Seems like she could have done that without me having to c arry a households worth of stuff.This made him laugh. Dont take it personally. She was testing you. She wanted to see if youre a worthy match for her grandson.Whats the point? Hes dead now. I nearly choked on the words.True, but for her, its still important. And, by the way, she does think youre worthy.She has a funny way of showing it. I mean, aside from bringing me to meet you, I guess.He laughed again. Even without her, Oksana would have known what you are as soon as she met you. Being shadow-kissed has an effect on the aura.So she can see auras too, I murmured. What else can she do? She must be able to heal, or you wouldnt be shadow-kissed. Does she have super-compulsion? Can she walk dreams?That caught him off guard. Her compulsion is strong, yes but what do you mean, walk dreams?Like shed be able to enter someone elses mind when theyre asleep. Anyones mind-not just yours. Then they could have conversations, just as if they were together. My friend can do it.Marks expression to ld me that was news to him. Your friend? Your bondmate?Bondmate? Id never heard that term. It was weird-sounding, but it made sense. No another spirit user.Another? How many do you know?Three, technically. Well, four now, counting Oksana.Mark turned away, staring absentmindedly at a cluster of pink flowers. That many thats incredible. Ive only met one other spirit user, and that was years ago. He too was bonded to his defender. That guardian died, and it ripped him apart. He still helped us when Oksana and I were trying to figure things out.I braced myself for my own death all the time, and I feared for Lissas. Yet it had never occurred to me just what it would be like with a bond. How would it affect the other person? What would it be like to have a gaping hole, where once youd been intimately linked to someone else? He never mentioned walking dreams either, Mark continued. He chuckled again, friendly lines crinkling up around his blue eyes. I thought I would be helping you, but m aybe youre here to help me.I dont know, I said doubtfully. I think you guys have more experience at this than we do.Wheres your bondmate?Back in the U.S. I didnt have to elaborate, but somehow, I needed to tell him the unanimous truth. I I left her.He frowned. Left as in you simply traveled? Or left as in you discard her?Abandoned. The word was like a slap in the face, and suddenly, all I could envision was that last day Id seen her, when Id left her crying.I had things to do, I said evasively.Yes, I know. Oksana told me.Told you what?Now he hesitated. She shouldnt have done it She tries not to. through with(p) what? I exclaimed, uneasy for reasons I couldnt explain.She, well she brushed your mind. During brunch.I thought back and suddenly recalled the tickling in my head, the heat rolling over me. What does that mean exactly?An aura can tell a spirit user about someones personality. But Oksana can also dig further, reaching in and actually reading more specific information about a person. Sometimes she can tie that ability into compulsion but the results are very, very powerful. And wrong. Its not right to do that to someone you have no bond with.It took me a moment to process that. Neither Lissa nor Adrian could read the thoughts of others. The closest Adrian could come to someones mind was the dream walking. Lissa couldnt do that, not even for me. I could feel her, but the opposite wasnt true.Oksana could feel oh, I dont know how to explain it. Theres a recklessness in you. Youre on some sort of quest. Theres vengeance written all over your soul. He suddenly reached over and lifted my hair up, peering at my neck. Just as I thought. Youre unpromised.I jerked my head back. Why is that such a big deal? That whole town back there is filled with dhampirs who arent guardians. I still thought Mark was a nice guy, but being preached to always irritated me.Yes, but theyve chosen to settle down. You and others like you you become vigilantes of sorts. Youre obsesse d with hunt Strigoi on your own, with personally setting out to right the wrongs that whole race has brought down upon us. That can only lead to trouble. I see it all the time.All the time? I asked, startled.Why do you think guardian numbers are dwindling? Theyre leaving to have homes and families. Or theyre going off like you, still fighting but answering to no one-unless theyre hired to be bodyguards or Strigoi hunters.Dhampirs for hire I suddenly began to understand how a non-royal like Abe had gotten his bodyguards. Money could make anything happen, I supposed. Ive never heard of anything like that.Of course not. You think the Moroi and other guardians want that widely known? Want to dangle that in front of you as an option?I dont see whats so wrong with Strigoi hunting. Were always defensive, not offensive, when it comes to Strigoi. Maybe if more dhampirs set out after them, they wouldnt be such a problem.Perhaps, but there are different ways of going about that, some better t han others. And when youre going out like you are-with a heart filled with sorrow and revenge? Thats not one of the better ways. Itll make you sloppy. And the shadow-kissed darkness will just complicate things.I crossed my arms over my chest and stared stonily ahead. Yeah, well, its not like I can do much about that.He turned to me, expression surprised once more. Why dont you just have your bondmate heal the darkness out of you?