“Priscilla Voda’s huge dinner,” sighed Christian. Seeing him look so pained made me smile. “The queen’s best friend. All the snobbiest royals will be there, and I’ll have to wear a suit.”
Mason flashed me a grin. His earlier antagonism was gone. “Skiing’s sounding better and better, huh? Less of a dress code.”
We left the Moroi behind and went outside. Mason couldn’t compete with me in the same way he had yesterday; his movements were slow and awkward. Still, he did remarkably well when one considered everything. The injury wasn’t as bad as we’d feared, but he had the prudence to stick to extremely easy runs.
The full moon hung in the blankness, a glowing sphere of silvery white. The electric lights overpowered most of its illumination on the ground, but here and there, in the shadows, the moon just barely managed to cast its glow. I wished it were bright enough to reveal the surrounding mountain range, but those peaks stayed shrouded in darkness. I’d forgotten to look at them when it was light out earlier.
The runs were super simple for me, but I stayed with Mason and only occasionally teased him about how his remedial skiing was putting me to sleep. Boring runs or no, it was just nice to be outside with my friends, and the activity stirred my blood enough to warm me against the chill air. The light posts lit up the snow, turning it into a vast sea of white, the flakes’ crystals sparkling faintly. And if I managed to turn away and block the lights from my field of vision, I could look up and see the stars spilling over the sky. They stood out stark and crystalline in the clear, freezing air. We stayed out for most of the day again, but this time, I called it quits early, pretending to be tired so Mason could get a break. He might manage easy skiing with his tender ankle, but I could tell it was starting to hurt him.
Mason and I headed back toward the lodge walking very close to each other, laughing about something we’d seen earlier. Suddenly, I saw a streak of white in my peripheral vision, and a snowball smashed into Mason’s face. I immediately went on the defensive, jerking backward and peering around. Whoops and cries sounded from an area of the resort grounds that held storage sheds and was interspersed with looming pines.
“Too slow, Ashford,” someone called. “Doesn’t pay to be in love.”
More laughs. Mason’s best friend, Eddie Castile, and a few other novices from school materialized from behind a cluster of trees. Beyond them, I heard more shouts.
“We’ll still take you in, though, if you want to be on our team,” said Eddie. “Even if you do dodge like a girl.”
“Team?” I asked excitedly.
Back at the Academy, throwing snowballs was strictly prohibited. School officials were inexplicably afraid that we’d throw snowballs packed with glass shards or razor blades, though I had no clue how they thought we’d get a hold of that kind of stuff in the first place.
Not that a snowball fight was that rebellious, but after all the stress I’d been through recently, throwing objects at other people suddenly sounded like the best idea I’d heard in a while. Mason and I dashed off with the others, the prospect of forbidden fighting giving him new energy and causing him to forget the pain in his ankle. We set to the fight with a die-hard zeal.
The fight soon became a matter of nailing as many people as possible while dodging attacks from others. I was exceptional at both and furthered the immaturity by catcalling and shouting silly insults at my victims.
By the time someone noticed what we were doing and yelled at us, we were all laughing and covered with snow. Mason and I once again started back for the lodge, and our mood was so high, I knew the Adrian thing was long forgotten.
Indeed, Mason looked at me just before we went inside. “Sorry I, uh, jumped all over you about Adrian earlier.”
I squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. I know Mia can tell some pretty convincing stories.”
“Yeah…but even if you were with him…it’s not like I have any right…”
I stared at him, surprised to see his usual brash countenance turn shy. “Don’t you?” I asked.
A smile turned up his lips. “Do I?”
Smiling back, I stepped forward and kissed him. His lips felt amazingly warm in the freezing air. It wasn’t like the earth-shattering kiss I’d had with Dimitri before the trip, but it was sweet and nice- a friendly sort of kiss that maybe could turn into more. At least, that was how I saw it. From the look on Mason’s face, it appeared his whole world had been rocked.
“Wow,” he said, eyes wide. The moonlight made his eyes look silvery blue.
“You see?” I said. “Nothing to worry about. Not Adrian, not anybody.”
We kissed again- a bit longer this time- before finally dragging ourselves apart. Mason was clearly in a better mood, as well as he should have been, and I dropped into bed with a smile on my face. I wasn’t technically sure if Mason and I were a couple now, but we were very close to it.
But when I slept, I dreamed about Adrian Ivashkov.
I stood with him on the porch again, only it was summer. The air was balmy and warm, and the sun hung bright in the sky, coating everything in golden light. I hadn’t been in this much sun since living among humans. All around, the mountains and valleys were green and alive. Birds sang everywhere.
Adrian leaned against the porch’s railing, glanced over, and did a double-take when he saw me. “Oh. Didn’t expect to see you here.” He smiled. “I was right. You are devastating when you’re cleaned up.”
Instinctively, I touched the skin around my eye.
“It’s gone,” he said.
Even without being able to see it, I somehow knew he was right. “You aren’t smoking.”
“Bad habit,” he said. He nodded toward me. “You scared? You’re wearing a lot of protection.”
I frowned, then looked down. I hadn’t noticed my clothing. I wore a pair of embroidered jeans I’d seen once but had been unable to afford. My T-shirt was cropped, showing off my stomach, and I wore a belly-button ring. I’d always wanted to get my belly button pierced but had never been able to afford it. The charm I now wore here was a little silver dangly one, and hanging at the end of it was that weird blue eye pendant my mom had given me. Lissa’s chotki was wound around my wrist.
I looked back up at Adrian, studying the way the sun shone off his brown hair. Here, in full daylight, I could see that his eyes were indeed green- a deep emerald as opposed to Lissa’s pale jade. Something startling suddenly occurred to me.
“Doesn’t all this sun bother you?”
He gave a lazy shrug. “Nah. It’s my dream.”
“No, it’s my dream.”
“Are you sure?” His smile returned.
I felt confused. “I… I don’t know.”
He chuckled, but a moment later, the laugher faded. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked serious. “Why do you have so much darkness around you?”
I frowned. “What?”
“You’re surrounded in blackness.” His eyes studied me shrewdly, but not in a checking-me-out sort of way. “I’ve never seen anyone like you. Shadows everywhere. I never would have guessed it. Even while you’re standing here, the shadows keep growing.”
I looked down at my hands but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I glanced back up. “I’m shadow-kissed….”
“What’s that mean?”
“I died once.” I’d never talked to anyone other than Lissa and Victor Dashkov about that, but this was a dream. It didn’t matter. “And I came back.”
Wonder lit his face. “Ah, interesting…”
I woke up.
Someone was shaking me. It was Lissa. Her feelings hit me so hard through the bond that I briefly snapped into her mind and found myself looking at me. “Weird” didn’t begin to cover it. I pulled back into myself, trying to sift through the terror and alarm coming from her.
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s been another Strigoi attack.”
welve
I WAS OUT OF BED in a flash. We found the entire lodge abuzz with the news. People clustered in small groups in the halls. Family members sought each other out. Some conversations were conducted in terrified whispers; some were loud and easy to overhear. I stopped a few people, trying to get the story straight. Everyone had a different version of what had happened, though, and some wouldn’t even pause to talk. They hurried past, either seeking out loved ones or preparing to leave the resort, convinced there might be a safer place elsewhere.
Frustrated with the differing stories, I finally- reluctantly- knew I had to seek out one of the two sources who would give me solid information. My mother or Dimitri. It was like flipping a coin. I wasn’t really thrilled with either one of them right now. I debated momentarily and finally decided on my mother, seeing as how she wasn’t getting it on with Tasha Ozera.
The door to my mother’s room was ajar, and as Lissa and I entered, I saw that a sort of makeshift headquarters had been established here. Lots of guardians were milling around, moving in and out, and discussing strategy. A few gave us odd looks, but no one stopped or questioned us. Lissa and I slid onto a small sofa to listen to a conversation my mother was having.
She stood with a group of guardians, one of whom was Dimitri. So much for avoiding him. His brown eyes glanced at me briefly and I averted my gaze. I didn’t want to deal with my troubled feelings for him right now.
Lissa and I soon discerned the details. Eight Moroi had been killed along with their five guardians. Three Moroi were missing, either dead or turned Strigoi. The attack hadn’t really happened near here; it had been somewhere in northern California. Nonetheless, a tragedy like this couldn’t help but reverberate within the Moroi world, and for some, two states away was far too close. People were terrified, and I soon learned what in particular made this attack so notable.
“There had to be more than last time,” said my mother.
“More?” exclaimed one of the other guardians. “That last group was unheard of. I still can’t believe nine Strigoi managed to work together- you expect me to believe they managed to get more organized still?”
“Yes,” snapped my mother.
“Any evidence of humans?” someone else asked.
My mother hesitated, then: “Yes. More broken wards. And the way it was all conducted…it’s identical to the Badica attack.”
Her voice was hard, but there was a kind of weariness in it, too. It wasn’t physical exhaustion, though. It was mental, I realized. Strain and hurt over what they were talking about. I always thought of my mother as some sort of unfeeling killing machine, but this was clearly hard for her. It was a hard, ugly matter to discuss- but at the same time, she was tackling it without hesitation. It was her duty.
A lump formed in my throat that I quickly swallowed down. Humans. Identical to the Badica attack. Ever since that massacre, we’d extensively analyzed the oddity of such a large group of Strigoi teaming up and recruiting humans. We’d spoken in vague terms about “if something like this ever happens again …” But no one had seriously talked about this group- the Badica killers- doing it again. One time was a fluke- maybe a bunch of Strigoi had happened to gather and impulsively decided to go on a raid. It was horrible, but we could write that off.
But now…now it looked as though that group of Strigoi hadn’t been a random occurrence. They’d united with purpose, utilized humans strategically, and had attacked again. We now had what could be a pattern: Strigoi actively seeking out large groups of prey. Serial killings. We could no longer trust the protective magic of the wards. We couldn’t even trust sunlight. Humans could move around in the day, scouting and sabotaging. The light was no longer safe.
I remembered what I’d said to Dimitri at the Badica house: This changes everything, doesn’t it?
My mother flipped through some papers on a clipboard. “They don’t have forensic details yet, but the same number of Strigoi couldn’t have done this. None of the Drozdovs or their staff escaped. With five guardians, seven Strigoi would have been preoccupied- at least temporarily- for some to escape. We’re looking at nine or ten, maybe.”
“Janine’s right,” said Dimitri. “And if you look at the venue…it’s too big. Seven couldn’t have covered it.”
The Drozdovs were one of the twelve royal families. They were large and prosperous, not like Lissa’s dying clan. They had plenty of family members to go around, but obviously, an attack like this was still horrible. Furthermore, something about them tickled my brain. There was something I should remember … something I should know about the Drozdovs.
While part of my mind puzzled that out, I watched my mother with fascination. I’d listened to her tell her stories. I’d seen and felt her fight. But really, truly, I’d never seen her in action in a real-life crisis. She showed every bit of that hard control she did around me, but here, I could see how necessary it was. A situation like this created panic. Even among the guardians, I could sense those who were so keyed up that they wanted to do something drastic. My mother was a voice of reason, a reminder that they had to stay focused and fully assess the situation. Her composure calmed everybody; her strong manner inspired them. This, I realized, was how a leader behaved.
Dimitri was just as collected as she was, but he deferred to her to run things. I had to remind myself sometimes that he was young as far as guardians went. They discussed the attack more, how the Drozdovs had been having a belated Christmas party in a banquet hall when they were attacked.