I was in a fancy house somewhere. Lissa and I were sipping sodas in the shade and watching the waves in the distance.
"Are you Vasilisa Dragomir and Rosemarie Hathaway?" I looked back at the speaker.
She was a dhampir, wearing an odd assortment of clothes, with oddly familiar features… I almost fell out of my chair when I realized she was familiar because of her jade green eyes and long blond hair. Lissa's jade green eyes and long blond hair. I glared at her.
"What's your name?" I said glaring now, more specifically, at the bite marks on her lightly tanned neck. She was a blood whore. About now, Lissa was looking back at her, just as curious as I.
The girl smiled. "Kimi Dragomir." I looked at Lissa, shock written all over my face.
"Your dad liked dhampirs?" Lissa shrugged. Kimi giggled.
"Apparently. And if you want to get technical, I have more Dragonir blood." She looked at Lissa. "Your mom was an Ivashkov. My mom was half Dragomir, so I'm ¾ Dragomir. A quarter more than Lissa and a year older." I looked at her.
"You're telling me that a dhampir is the true Dragomir princess?" Lissa said calmly. Through the bond I felt her happiness and relief. Kimi nodded.
This preposterous scene was permeated by a familiar, spicy scent. Standing in the doorway was none other than Adrian Ivashkov. Great. He blew his obnoxious clove cigarette smoke up into the air.
"Hello, cousin. Little dhampir." He peered at Kimi. "Mmm. Who have we here?" Kimi looked at Adrian like he was the most attractive man ever. She smiled wide.
"Kimi Dragomir."
"Yes, I heard, dhampir, eighteen, true Dragomir princess... I wonder if you could actually claim the title... being a dhampir..." I gritted my teeth and glared at him.
"Adrian. Go away." He flcked his cigarette and crushed it under his shoe.
"But if I leave, my ignorant little dhampir, I can't tell you the news!" I glared at him once more.
"Ok. I'll bite. What news?"
"I don't know, I'd like to watch this drama."
"If you don't tell me I'll-"
"Rose," Lissa said softly, looking at Kimi. I looked. Kimi had a rosary in her hand. A larger version of the chokti on my wrist, complete with the Dragomir crest. MaybeI better hear what this girl has to say.