By now, I'd burned up a lot of time leaving class. Most had long since dashed into the common area for lunch, keen to make the most of their social time. A voice called to me from under the overhang of the door as I was about to return there myself.
"Rose?" Looking towards the source of the voice, I saw Victor Dashkov leaning against the wall of the building, a kind smile on his face.
His two guardians stood nearby at a polite distance. "Mr. Dash-er, Your Highness. Hi." I almost forgot the terms used by the Moroi royals, but I caught myself just in time.
I had not utilized them while coexisting with people. Eleven royal houses were considered by the Moroi before selecting their ruler.
The eldest in the family got the title of "prince" or "princess." Lissa had gotten hers because she was the only one left in her line. "How was your first day?"
he asked. "Not over yet."I tried to think of something conversational. "Are you visiting here for a while?"
"I'll be leaving this afternoon after I say hello to Natalie. When I heard Vasilisa-and you-had returned, I simply had to come see you."
I nodded, not sure what else to say. He was more Lissa's friend than mine.
"I wanted to tell you..." He spoke hesitantly. "I understand the gravity of what you did, but I think Headmistress Kirova failed to acknowledge something. You did keep Vasilisa safe all this time. That is impressive."
"Well, it's not like I faced down Strigoi or anything," I said.
"But you faced down some things?"
"Sure. The school sent psi-hounds once."
"Remarkable."
"Not really. Avoiding them was pretty easy." He laughed. "I've hunted with them before. They aren't that easy to evade, not with their powers and intelligence."
It was true. Psi-hounds were one of many types of magical creatures that wandered the world, creatures that humans never knew about or else didn't believe they'd really seen.
The fact that the hounds resembled mutant wolves and that they traveled in packs and communicated psychically made them especially lethal to their prey.
"Did you face anything else?" I shrugged. "Little things here and there."
"Remarkable," he repeated."Lucky, I think. It turns out I'm really behind in all this guardian stuff." I sounded just like Stan now.
"You're a smart girl. You'll catch up. And you also have your bond." I looked away.
My ability to "feel" Lissa had been such a secret for so long, it felt weird to have others know about it. "The histories are full of stories of guardians who could feel when their charges were in danger," Victor continued. "I've made a hobby of studying up on it and some of the ancient ways. I've heard it's a tremendous asset."
"I guess." I shrugged. What a boring hobby, I thought, imagining him poring over prehistoric histories in some dank library covered in spiderwebs. Victor tilted his head, curiosity all over his face.
Kirova and the others had had the same look when we'd mentioned our connection, like we were lab rats.
"What is it like if you don't mind me asking?"
"It's...I don't know. I just sort of always have this hum of how she feels. Usually it's just emotions. We can't send messages or anything." I didn't tell him about slipping into her head. That part of it was hard even for me to understand.
"But it doesn't work the other way? She doesn't sense you?" I shook my head. His face shone with wonder. "How did it happen?"
"I don't know," I said, still glancing away. "Just started two years ago."
He frowned."Near the time of the accident?" Hesitantly, I nodded.
The accident was not something I wanted to talk about, that was for sure. Lissa's memories were bad enough without my own mixing into them. Twisted metal.
A sensation of hot, then cold, then hot again. Lissa was crying out for me to wake up, for her brother and her parents to wake up, for me to wake up. Only I had; none of them had. And the doctors said that was a miracle in itself. They said I shouldn't have survived.
Apparently sensing my discomfort, Victor let the moment go and returned to his earlier excitement.
"I can still barely believe this. It's been so long since this has happened. If it did happen more often...just think what it could do for the safety of all Moroi.
If only others could experience this too. I'll have to do more research and see if we can replicate it with others."
"Yeah."I was getting impatient, despite how much I liked him. Natalie rambled a lot, and it was pretty clear which parent she'd inherited that quality from.
Lunch was ticking down, and although Moroi and novices shared afternoon classes, Lissa and I wouldn't have much time to talk. "Perhaps we could-" He started coughing, a great, seizing fit that made his whole body shake.
Sandovsky's Syndrome, his illness, dragged the body toward death and killed the lungs along the way. I cast an anxious look at his guardians, and one of them stepped forward.
"Your Highness," he said politely, "you need to go inside. It's too cold out here." Victor nodded. "Yes, yes. And I'm sure Rose here wants to eat." He turned to me.
"Thank you for speaking to me. I can't emphasize how much it means to me that Vasilisa is safe and that you helped with that.
I'd promised her father I'd look after her if anything happened to him, and I felt like quite the failure when you left." A sinking sensation filled my stomach as I imagined him wracked with guilt and worry over our disappearance.
Until now, I hadn't really thought about how others might have felt about us leaving.
After saying our goodbyes, I at last entered the school. I could sense Lissa's anxiety rising as I did. I quickened my pace into the commons, ignoring the ache in my legs.
And nearly ran right into her. She didn't see me, though. Neither did the people standing with her: Aaron and that little doll girl. I stopped and listened, just catching the end of the conversation.
The girl leaned toward Lissa, who seemed more stunned than anything else. "It looks to me like it came from a garage sale.
I thought a precious Dragomir would have standards." Scorn dripped off the word Dragomir. Grabbing Doll Girl by the shoulder, I jerked her away.
She was solight, she stumbled three feet and nearly fell.