What if Rose and Adrian did have sex in Spirit Bound? What if that deed haunts Rose for a very long time, even after she simply did forgot that night? What will be the consequences and the impact on her life?

Takes place right after The Last Sacrifice!

Chapter 1

It was in the middle of the night. Or day, if you were a normal person and lived right in the sunlight.

My stomach felt heavy and I felt nauseous. Still sleepy, I tried to move under the sheets and hoped that it would soon pass.

Instead, it got worse.

I tossed the sheets off me and ran like crazy to the bath room. It was really disgusting. I was shaking on my legs. Sweat dripped along my temples.

When the feeling waned, I sank on the ground. The cold bathroom tiles were perfect. It felt good against my hot skin.

A sudden knock on the bathroom door made me jump.

"Roza?" Are you okay?"

It was the voice of the love of my life. I brought him back from the land of the undead. When all hope was gone, I was the one who didn't give up.

Dimitri Belikov.

Quickly I scanned my reflection in the mirror. Dark brown eyes just stared back at me, looking bewildered underneath a pile of disheveled brown curls. My eyes were almost bloodshot and my skin was pale.

I tried to model the hair, but gave up. It was hopeless and besides, Dimitri had seen worse.

Slowly I opened the door.

"Are you alright, Roza?" There was nothing but concern in his beautiful light brown eyes.

"Still alive, comrade." I tried to smile.

Dimitri didn't believe it. "This is the third night in a row, Rose. What is going on?"

"Nothing. Just queasy," I replied. My stomach was still not fully under control, but I tried to ignore it. Just like I did the past two nights.

Dimitri took my hand and lead me to the bed. "Did you already visit the doctor, Rose?" His voice was stingy calm.

I didn't make eye contact. I promised him yesterday that I would visit Doctor Merovi, but I didn't.

My fingers were playing with each other. "Not yet," I confessed.

"Rose..."

"I was busy with Lissa, okay?" I said, with a voice louder than normal. I was just so pissed lately. "I totally forgot."

Lissa was my oldest friend in this world. She was also Queen Vasilissa Dragomir, the Queen of the Moroi and dhampirs. I had swore to protect her with my life and had nearly dead by doing that. It wasn't a bad death. I would do it all over again, if necessary.

"You forgot about your sickness?" Dimitiri asked, still with this irritating calm voice. It drove me wild.

For some insanely ludicrously reason, I started to cry.

Me, Rosemarie Hathaway, one of the most respected Guardians, started to whine like a little baby, just because her boyfriend indirectly accused her of not going to the doctor.

The eyes of Dimitri widened. He had never seen anything like this. I never cried. Not like that.

"I just did, okay?" I stuttered. "It is nothing. It will pass. Just ate too much the past few days."

That was indeed true. It was like my appetite had grown after Tasha shot me and I survived. Like I was eating for a dinosaur or something.

Dimitri sat beside me, wiping away the tears.

"Sht, Roza, it's okay." He took me in his arms and cradled me like a little baby.

I felt how my body relaxed. The tears rolled slowly down my cheek, while I let my head rest against Dimitri's chest.

When I was fully calmly, Dimitri stood up. He took my robe and placed it carefully over my shoulders.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

"Taking you to Doctor Merovi. It scares me. Rose. You're sick and you're crying. That's just not normal."

His firm hand indicated that he would not accept any struggle from me.

Well, too bad, Comrade.

"Dimitri, no," I protested. "It is in the middle of the night," I hissed. I tried to break free without turning it into a fight – Dimitri was the one who trained me in high school – and without making a scene. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Than there's no problem. If you're fine, the doctor will say it to and there is nothing to worry about." There was a smile in his voice.

"Comrade, no. Don't make me hurt you."

"Roza, if I didn't know you better, I would say you were afraid of Doctor Merovi."

Yep definitely a smirk in that voice. My anger welded up. My pride sniffed.

"I'm not afraid of Doctor Merovi," I said stiff.

"Show me."

I stopped with the lame attempts of trying to get out of his grip and walked beside him.

"Happy now?" I asked coldly.

"Very." Dimitri took my hand and lead me to the office of Doctor Merovi, the doctor on court.