"I've given up on you. Love fades. Mine has."
"I've given up on you. Love fades. Mine has."
"I've given up on you. Love fades. Mine has."
Those words were giving me a headache. No-one was speaking them, but it was as though he was there, saying them. No, screaming them. But there was something that was bugging me. I don't know why, but it was almost as though he'd changed his mind...again. When he was trying to save me, it was as though he'd lied. It seemed like he'd lied just so I'd be safe. So he could protect me-I don't know how-but also so that he could let me be happy and live my life the way I lived it before. But he'd always been good at acting.
I guess I should explain. I'm Rose Hathaway. I'm a fully qualified Guardian, who ironically, guards her best friend, Lissa Dragomir, the last in her line. Or it's what I thought. Apparently, she has a long lost brother, which the Queen told me about. I don't think I mentioned the fact that I'm on trial for killing the Queen, did I? There you go. I'd always thought Tatiana was a bitch of a Queen, but now…I'd rather have her here. She knew this was going to happen. The thing was...why?
So I have to find my best friend's long lost sibling, with no leads whatsoever, whilst convincing a 'Supreme Court' I'm innocent when the evidence overwhelmingly points at me. Couldn't get worse, right? Wait for it. Oh yeah, there's more.
Dimitri.
He became a Strigoi-an immortal vampire that drinks every ounce of blood. Lissa fought him for me-at a school of all places-and she bought him back to his human self. With a charmed stake, and that confuses me. But I didn't care. He was back. That was all I needed. But he didn't need me. He said those words…the words that haunt me day in, day out.
And there's Adrian. He's nice...do I love him? Yeah, I think so. But it's not the same as it was with Dimitri. I still think Dimitri's "the one,". But Adrian...I don't know how to explain it. I love him, but I don't think I want to be with him forever. What makes it more difficult is the fact that I let him drink my blood. So that complicates things. A lot.
Oh yeah, I go on trial soon. If I'm found guilty-and I bet they say I am, because whoever's done this is good with evidence-then I get executed.
It gets better.
I have a lawyer. It's typical Moroi custom, and it wouldn't be fair. But you want to know who's representing me?
My Dad.
He showed up during the court case, and said he'd be representing me, instead of one of the best lawyers. Trust me. When he wants something…he gets it. I didn't even know him until I met him in Siberia. And now, my fate depends on this 'old man' who still treats me like a kid. So in other words...I'm pretty much doomed.
If you're confused, and you want a brief outline...then let's just say that my Dad's a lawyer, I'm in jail for supposedly killing the queen, my love-life's a mess, and I'm meant to be saving the Moroi World.
Who said life was easy?