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Chapter 2

I kept my face expressionless as we took the two girls back to St. Vladimir's Academy. We had borrowed two minivans-from a guardian named Thomas-to drive to the airport. Guardian Alberta and I had personally gone to where Guardian Thomas was living so he could over-look the plan to get Vasilissa and Rosemarie back. He's a hero for most dhampir's in America, that's why it meant so much to me when he praised the plan I had thought up. The only thing he told us to change was the number of guardians (Guardian Thomas told us to take about a dozen not five).

Once we'd reached the airport we took the Academy's private jet. I looked at the two teenagers together whispering, knowing straight away that we couldn't let them sit together.
Don't let them talk to each other, I warned the guardian who escorted the girls to the back of the plane. Five minutes together, and they'll come up with an escape plan. Rosemarie shot me a haughty look and stormed off down the aisle. Pretending that they weren't actually working out a way to escape. Once we were seated, me next to Vasilissa at the front, Ben (one of Prince Victor Dashkov's guardians) at the back of the plane with Rosemarie and everyone else sitting somewhere in between the jet took off. When we were in the air we all relaxed, well all but the two teenagers. They weren't getting off this plane until we landed in backwoods Montana.

I glanced at the Princess and once again was surprised when I saw fear radiating off of her. She looked like a deer trapped in the headlights of a vehicle. I quickly looked at Rosemarie, she looked like an empty shell. Her eye's were gazed over and she had the exact same expression on her face that Vasilissa had.

I returned my gaze back to Vasilissa and then to the bag at my feet. I bent down and got my pen out. I then took out a piece of paper I noticed in my coat pocket yesterday morning. It had a whole bunch of numbers on it. This time, when I studied the paper it didn't take me long to realise what the code was, on the note.


19 = s




S is the nineteenth letter in the alphabet, so all I had to do was figure out what all the numbers represented. This is what I ended up with

19 = s

[P r i n c e s s] [V a s i l i s s a] [a n d]

[R o s e m a r i e] [a r e] [b o n d e d]

What..? I thought back to the start of this 'mission.' To the way that the two girls acted around each other, especially Rosemarie. It seemed plausible, though being bonded was rare, it could be true. I'm was nearly positive that they were bonded. The way they acted it seemed like the young novice did know what the princess was feeling at all times. They were so close. 1. Rosemarie letting Vasilissa drink her blood.
I don't think I could let my actual charge drink from me, it's not really something I'd want to contemplate.
knew when the Princess was having a nightmare. a few minutes ago I swear she had felt Vasilissa's fear.

There was just one thing I needed to do to prove what the note said. Well, only one if you didn't include finding out who wrote the note and put it in my pocket. I stood up and walked to the back of the plane, to where Ben and Rosemarie where sitting. I made a gesture at Ben, which he knew meant I wanted to talk to the girl and we swapped seats.

Rosemarie pointedly turned away, staring out the window absentmindedly. She was acting like a four year old. I contemplated what exactly to ask her and using my words carefully said, Were you really going to attack all of us?

She didn't answer me.

Doing that...protecting her like that-it was very brave. I was hesitant on saying this next bit, but after a small pause I did. Stupid, but still brave. Why did you even try? She glanced over at me, brushing her hair out of her face so she could look me levelly in the eye. Because I'm her guardian. Rosemarie turned back toward the window.

It was all I needed. She said she did what she did because she's Vasilissa's guardian but that's not what her face said. Her face said that it was more. I believed then that she was bonded to the princess. That is a very special thing. I walked back to the front of the jet.

When we landed we drove straight to St. Vladimir's Academy. We stopped at the gate and our driver spoke to the guards, stating who we were. After a minute, they let us pass on through the wards and up to the Academy itself. It was around sunset-the start of the vampiric day-and the campus lay wrapped in shadows.
This school looked like most vampiric schools, it was nearly identical (but not as old) to the one I went to in Russia. The Moroi were big on tradition; nothing ever changed with them. The buildings boasted elaborate, almost churchlike architecture, with high peaks and stone carvings. Wrought iron gates enclosed small gardens and doorways here and there.

We were on the secondary campus, which was divided into lower and upper schools. Each was built around a large open quadrangle decorated with stone paths and enormous, century-old trees. We were going toward the upper school's quad, which had academic buildings on one side, while dhampir dormitories and the gym sat opposite. Moroi dorms sat on one of the other ends, and opposite them were the administrative buildings that also served the lower school. Younger students lived on the primary campus, farther to the west.

As we walked into the main part of the upper school, Rosemarie broke from Ben and ran up to me.
Hey, Comrade. Why must she torment me..? I kept walking and wouldn't look at her. You want to talk now? I asked confused.
Are you taking us to Kirova? Headmistress Kirova, I corrected. In the corner of my eye I spotted Vasilissa shot Rosemarie a look that said, Don't start something. Headmistress. Whatever. She's still a self-righteous old bit-