"Mika!" I shouted as I ran across the hall to get to the seventeen years old. He was startled at first but a small smile slowly crept on his mouth as I got closer to him.

"Hey," He walked towards my direction, stuffing his hands inside his jacket's pocket. His real name is Michael Ozera. He is the son of Queen Vasilisa Dragomir and Lord Christian Ozera. Just like Uncle Christian, Mika is a total hottie. He stood at the height of six-six, which is common for Moroi as most of them are tall, and had the most charming pair of pale blue eyes. What makes him more stunning is that his eyes matched perfectly with his sandy blond hair.

"You know I hate that nickname," He rolled his eyes. I grinned as soon as I heard the irritation in his husky voice. Oh, how much I love to tease him. He is my best friend ever since elementary school after we declared an end to a war we started during kindergarten.

Honestly, anybody could get mad when they know their hair was purposely set on fire. I got a serious case of burnt hair afterwards that I refused to leave my room even though I was forced by almost half of the campus guardians. Few weeks after that incident, I found out it was all Michael Ozera's doing. I was at the verge of exploding that I went straight to him and punched him directly on his face, in front of the Queen and also, my mother.

"Yeah, I realized. That's why I keep on calling you, Mika." I stuck my tongue out at him. He gritted his teeth, indicating that he is clearly annoyed by my never-ending pesters.

Oh yeah? I hope you don't mind turning to your nine o'clock. Michael said through the bond which he ended with a snicker. Just like any other Moroi, they were gifted with the ability of controlling the four element – fire, water, earth, and air. Michael, however, specialized in the fifth element which is spirit. Just like what had happened to my mother, I was shadow-kissed too. I was brought back when there was a sudden school attack. Being a confident idiot I was, I escaped from my dorm and tried to fight a Strigoi all by myself. I was too careless that I didn't realized the Strigoi placed his hands on my shoulder, snaked towards my head and snapped my neck.

When my mother knew I was no longer breathing, she desperately searched for Aunt Lissa, whom she couldn't communicate with as she was ordered to stay in her room. She was about to go crazy when Michael somehow managed to escaped from his mother and volunteered himself to resurrect me. I was thankful for that - and to Michael - and up until now, I couldn't risk another carelessness as I certainly don't want to die once more.

"Great. Here comes the god of charisma," I sighed as I saw Dimitri walking towards our direction.

"Chloe, you're late again. This is the second time this week," He scolded me and gave Michael a small nod as a polite acknowledgement.

"Sorry," All I could mutter and followed him as he started to walk off. Before I walked any further, I turned around and shouted to Michael, "I'll see you later, hopefully."