The guardians had later explained to me that she wasn't well and had been taken to a place where she could recover. She would be safe and cared for, they assured me. She would recover.
Only she hadn't.
Back in the present, I stared at the books and tried to put it all together.Lisa. Ms. Karp. St. Vladimir. What was I supposed to do?
Someone rapped at my door, and I jerked out of my memories. No one had visited me, not even staff, since my suspension. When I opened the door, I saw Mason in the hall.
"Twice in one day? " I asked. "And how'd you even get up here?"
He flashed his easy smile. "Someone put a lit match in one of the bathroom's garbage cans. Damn shame. The staff's kind of busy. Come on, I'm springing you."
I shook my head. Setting fires was apparently a new sign of affection. Christian had done it and now Mason. "Sorry, no saving me tonight. If I get caught-"
"Lisa's orders."
I shut up and let him smuggle me out of the building. He took me over to the Moroi dorm and miraculously got me in and up to her room unseen. I wondered if there was a distracting bathroom fire in this building too.
Inside her room, I found a party in full swing. Lisa, Camille, Carly, Aaron, and a few other royals sat around laughing, listening to loud music, and passing around bottles of whiskey. No Mia, no Jesse.
Natalie, I noticed a few moments later, sat apart from the group, clearly unsure how to act around all of them. Her awkwardness was totally obvious.
Lisa stumbled to her feet, the fuzzy feelings in our bond indicating she'd been drinking for a while.
«Rose!» She turned to Mason with a dazzling smile. "You delivered."
He swept her an over-the-top bow. "I'm at your command."
I hoped he'd done it for the thrill of it and not because of any compulsion. Lisa slung an arm around my waist and pulled me down with the others. "Join the festivities."
"What are we celebrating?"
"I don't know.Your escape tonight?"
A few of the others held up plastic cups, cheering and toasting me. Xander Badica poured two more cups, handing them to Mason and me. I took mine with a smile, all the while feeling uneasy about the night's turn of events. Not so long ago, I would have welcomed a party like this and would have downed my drink in thirty seconds. Too much bothered me this time, though. Like the fact that the royals were treating Lisa like a goddess.Like how none of them seemed to remember that I had been accused of being a blood whore.
Like how Lisa was completely unhappy despite her smiles and laughter.
"Where'd you get the whiskey? " I asked.
"Mr. Nagy, " Aaron said. He sat very close to Lisa.
Everyone knew Mr. Nagy drank all the time after school and kept a stash on campus. He continually used new hiding places-and students continually found them.
Lisa leaned against Aaron's shoulder. "Aaron helped me break into his room and take them. He had them hidden in the bottom of the paint closet."
The others laughed, and Aaron gazed at her with complete and utter worship. Amusingly, I realized she hadn't had to use any compulsion on him. He was just that crazy for her. He always had been.
"Why aren't you drinking? " Mason asked me a little while later, speaking quietly into my ear.
I glanced down at my cup, half surprised to see it full. "I don't know. I guess I don't think guardians should drink around their charges."
"She's not your charge yet! You aren't on duty. You won't be for a long time. Since when did you get so responsible?"
I didn't really think I was all that responsible. But Iwas thinking about what Dimitri had said about balancing fun and obligation. It just seemed wrong to let myself go wild when Lisa was in such a vulnerable state lately. Wiggling out of my tight spot between her and Mason, I walked over and sat beside Natalie.
"Hey Nat, you're quiet tonight."
She held a cup as full as mine. "So are you."
I laughed softly. "I guess so."
She tilted her head, watching Mason and the royals like they were some sort of science experiment.
They'd consumed a lot more whiskey since I'd arrived, and the silliness had shot up considerably. "Weird,
huh? You used to be the center of attention. Now she is."
I blinked in surprise. I hadn't considered it like that. "I guess so."
"Hey, Rose, " said Xander, nearly spilling his drink as he walked over to me. "What was it like?"
"What was what like?"
"Letting someone feed off you?"
The others fell quiet, a sort of anticipation settling over them.
"She didn't do that, " said Lisa in a warning voice. "I told you."
"Yeah, yeah, I know nothing happened with Jesse and Ralf. But you guys did it, right?While you were gone?"
"Let it go, " said Lisa. Compulsion worked best with direct eye contact, and his attention was focused on me, not her.
"I mean, it's cool and everything. You guys did what you had to do, right? It's not like you're a feeder. I just want to know what it was like. Danielle Szelsky let me bite her once. She said it didn't feel like anything."
There was a collective «ew» from among the girls. Sex and blood with dhampirs was dirty; between Moroi, it was cannibalistic.
"You are such a liar, " said Camille.
"No, I'm serious. It was just a small bite. She didn't get high like the feeders. Didyou? " He put his free arm around my shoulder. "Did you like it?"
Lisa's face went still and pale. Alcohol muted the full force of her feelings, but I could read enough to know how she felt. Dark, scared thoughts trickled into me-underscored with anger. She usually had a good grip on her temper-unlike me-but I'd seen it flare up before. Once it had happened at a party very similar to this one, just a few weeks after Ms. Karp had been taken away.
Greg Dashkov-a distant cousin of Natalie's-had held the party in his room. His parents apparently knew someone who knew someone, because he had one of the biggest rooms in the dorm. He'd been friends with Lisa's brother before the accident and had been more than happy to take Andre's little sister into his social fold. Greg had also been happy to take me in, and the two of us had been all over each other that night. For a sophomore like me, being with a royal Moroi senior was a huge rush. I drank a lot that night but still managed to keep an eye on Lisa. She always wore an edge of anxiety around this many people, but no one really noticed, because she could interact with them so well. My heavy buzz kept a lot of her feelings from me, but as long as she looked okay, I didn't worry. Mid-kiss, Greg suddenly broke away and looked at something over my shoulder. We both sat in the same chair, with me on his lap, and I craned my neck to see. "What is it?" He shook his head with a sort of amused exasperation. "Wade brought a feeder."
I followed his gaze to where Wade Voda stood with his arm around a frail girl about my age. She was human and pretty, with wavy blond hair and porcelain skin pale from so much blood loss. A few other guys had homed on her and stood with Wade, laughing and touching her face and hair.
"She's already fed too much today, " I said, observing her coloring and complete look of confusion.
Greg slid his hand behind my neck and turned me back to him. "They won't hurt her."
We kissed a while longer and then I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Rose."
I looked up into Lisa's face. Her anxious expression startled me because I couldn't feel the emotions behind it.Too much beer for me. I climbed off of Greg's lap.
"Where are you going? " he asked.
"Be right back. " I pulled Lisa aside, suddenly wishing I was sober. "What's wrong?"
"Them."
She nodded toward the guys with the feeder girl. She still had a group around her, and when she shifted to look at one of them, I saw small red wounds scattered on her neck. They were doing a sort of group feeding, taking turns biting her and making gross suggestions. High and oblivious, she let them.