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Chapter 1

There was just so much shit going on in my head.

As frustration started to grip me, I started to ruefully eye the bar more and more often. A battle was raging on in my head.

Rose, you're a guardian.

So? I'm entitled to freak out and have my share of fun.

Graduation's not far. If you're not on your guard or end up doing something stupid, you could lose all chances of being assigned to Lissa.

I have WAY too much on my mind. If I don't get a release, I'll crack anyway.

Before I could come up with a counter argument for that, I hastily made my way towards the bar. So much for my resolve.

Soon enough, I had drowned three shots of vodka. I was starting to feel super light, and there was a nice buzz in my head. This was safe. With small amounts of alcohol, I wouldn't be too inebriated, but yet I would get some sort of a release. I sighed with satisfaction and closed my eyes blissfully, letting myself loosen up.

Until I felt my bra being taken off. Wait, what?

My eyes fluttered open with a start. Sure enough, there were guys lurking around me, checking me out, but the low-cut Chanel LBD that Lissa had gifted me was still very much on.

Then I started to leave a trail of kisses down Christian's chest.

Oh. Of course.

Soon enough, Lissa and Christian were getting hot and heavy. I tried hard to block them out of my mind, but tonight they seemed to be exceptionally sexed up. It reminded me just how long it had been since I last gotten any solid action.

Memories of the night Dimitri and I were under the lust charm came rushing back to me. I felt all warm and fuzzy, thinking of the passionate kisses we had shared, and how close I had gotten to losing my virginity to him.

Dimitri.

The fantasies of what could have happened if we hadn't been interrupted came to an abrupt halt.

He was supposed to take me out tonight, after the Graduation party. I had dressed up just the way he loved, with my lush dark brown hair cascading over my shoulders. Tonight, was supposed to be special for us.

But of course, the bitch Tasha had kept him occupied with guardian duties. Again.

I knew it wasn't really his fault. His decision to become her guardian for a few months had been completely out of friendship and the goodness of his heart. The plan was to wait until Graduation took place, so that an appeal could be made to the Queen for a Dhampir to be assigned to Natasha Ozera too.

I had grossly underestimated her.

Sure, Dimitri had said that I was the one for him, and that he would make sure he would be assigned to someone in Court so that we could be together. We still weren't out in the open about our illicit relationship that would cause much of a stir while I was at school. But thanks to Tasha, I was seeing less and less of him. And when Dimitri made a plan for a dinner at a fancy place to make up for our lost time and celebrate my graduation to guardianship, I was ecstatic. It felt so right... the perfect occasion for us to be tied in more ways than one.

Instead, here I was, as lonely as ever. Through the past months, I had watched the people I loved drift further and further away from me. It was hard to deal with the feeling of being unwanted, when I was sitting all by myself. My attempts at controlling my hormones raging with the sexual tension I was being put through thanks to witnessing Lissa and Christian's hooking up in brief flashes didn't make things any better. The alcohol was making it harder to tune out Lissa's thoughts, and hell, I'd never have thought that a demure girl like her was capable of having such lewd thoughts.

That, coupled with how I was most probably going to be Lissa's guardian in a week, was too much to handle. The magnitude of the seriousness of guarding a Royal would be tremendous. I thought of my mother, of how she had no life other than protecting her Moroi, and what a complete bore she was. Would the sole reason of my existence entirely become living to protect someone else? Or, what if I wasn't assigned to Lissa? What if I was assigned to – God forbid, Jessie Zelkos?

Brimming with frustration, I gulped down another shot of vodka.

"Little Dhampir. Drowning our woes with alcohol, are we?"

"Hmmmph," was my intelligible response.

Whoever it was talking, chuckled.

I groggily lifted my head to see who it was, wondering why I even bothered to do so when I had just ignored a number of guys before him.

I shouldn't have.

His eyes were a deep shade of emerald green. He had the typical Moroi physique and skin tone. Messy brown hair adorned his head that was fitting for a model, and I had to do my best to not reach out and run my fingers through it.

He didn't find that I was oddly staring at him to be weird. Instead, he helped himself generously to a tall glass of a drink in one swig, shuddering once he had done so. A while passed, before I heard him mumble.

"Dad. You're such a freaking dickhead," shaking his head and saying to no one in particular. He sounded upset. Then he stood up, and left.

I took two more shots, and followed him out.

By now, my thoughts were a jumble of the heated combination of anger and desire, and it was a miracle that I managed to walk without tripping. When he finally came to stop outside what was probably his hotel room, he seemed to realize that he was being followed. His eyes were smouldering, and his tantalizingly tempting lips were curved at one end in the sexiest smile I had ever seen. He inclined his head ever so slightly and looked at me expectantly.

And I couldn't resist.

Before I knew it, I was seductively caressing his lips with mine. Then, a hunger took over me. I simply couldn't resist those luscious lips, and I couldn't bring myself to untangle my fingers from his beautiful hair. He felt warm, and we were moulded together perfectly. I felt a trail of blazing fire that consumed me wherever his lips grazed my neck. His seemingly experienced hands were making me go mad with desire, because he knew just what to do to turn me on.

I didn't know who he was, and I didn't care. Yet, somehow, he made me feel so desirable without making me feel like his whore.

His mouth never leaving my lips, he managed to unlock and kick open the door. I pulled apart from him, putting a a meter's distance between us. Slowly and teasingly, I slipped the black dress off my svelte frame. I watched as his eyes trailed the length of my body, and I could tell that he loved what he saw.

I pushed him on to the bed, and resumed control of his lips.

And that's the last thing I remembered, before I was completely consumed with desire.

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