Belikov had stepped forward, holding himself back from touching her. Never did Dimitri utter please unless he really meant it. Rose meant everything to him so much so that instead of protecting Vasilissa, he’d jump in front of Rose and protect her instead. She was his entire world, she was his other half. He had never felt so intensely for one person ever in his life. Rose awakened that closed off part of him. Those chocolate brown eyes were pleading, desperate. It hurt him that he didn’t know how to help her.

 Dimitri patiently stood on the side of the door, doing that seeing without actually seeing thing. Dhampir trainees walked passed along with Moroi, shying away from the intimidating Russian god, or so some called him behind his back. He didn’t mind, but he liked to think of himself as just a regular man. He worked hard to stand where he is now. Knowing Rose, she’d know what day it was. What social things didn’t she know?

     ❝Who ARE you?❞

“I know what you’re thinking so you might as well say it–” she muttered, ruffling her hair a little frustratingly at the figure in front of her as she looked at them with wide eyes and the slightest smile spread across her lips; one that was mainly being forced out. Not that Astrid had any physic powers, no matter how much she wished she did, but she could tell that they were thinking or saying something about her inside that little head of theirs. It wasn’t exactly rocket science, it was all in the body language. The vampire wanted answers.

“You say that as if it’s something to be proud of.              Either way, this isn’t one of your best.”

‘ Do you think my brother will ever propose to Lissa? ‘