I left the chapel confused. The thought that the infamous Christian Ozera could be good company had never crossed my mind. Of course I hadn't thought about him that much in the past. He was an outcast because his parents became strigoi , because his parents had willingly betrayed every Moroi belief, because his parents had killed innocent people in their greed for immortality. His parents…..
But not him. Even though people thought he would turn some day, I realized that behind his snarky attitude there was something tender about him. The way he looked at me and the warmth he surrounded me with surely no strigoi wannabe could be so thoughtful….
And then the most surprising thing of all: He understands. Being alone, an outcast and knowing how unnatural that is with the royal blood coursing through our veins . But he had adjusted and I realized just how blindly I had been trusting my so called royal friends that I hadn't seen that they barely knew anything about me or cared to know really. They were fake but not him; good or bad he was himself. It was easy and … fun being around him.
WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING? Isn't it enough that I've lost every sort of social status ? Hanging out with Christian would be the cherry at the top of the cake. Being the last Dragomir comes with a huge responsibility. Andre was born to be a prince , it would take time but I had to make them proud. I had to be a worthy representation of my bloodline.
And Christian Ozera was not an acceptable company. Not that I wanted him to be. He was still annoying with that constant all-knowing smirk that was shaped in his lips. Yet there was something about them that was a bit intriguing. The way they would contrast with his otherwise pale skin that had some strange glow, like fire was burning under it and with icy blue eyes, so icy you just couldn't look away. They were compelling….
NOT AN ACCEPTABLE COMPANY! So I had noticed a few things about him that I hadn't before. Everyone would if they stayed to close to someone who was practically a stranger . Of course not everyone would have thought about running their fingers through his dark hair just to find out If they were really as silky as they looked. Hey there's nothing wrong with being curious .
Shaking my head I entered the class and opened my books immediately trying to get that strange boy out of my mind…
