These characters belong to Richelle Mead.
"Roza." Dimitri called out, surrounded by maps, papers and guardians. "I hope I didn't take you away from Lissa." I shook my head. "She's too busy being worried about the injured." I stressed at the word injured, looking at Dimitri in the eye. I know it was stupid, but I felt extremely angry at him for not telling me how many were injured. I know those aren't the most efficient details, and obviously there would be injured. But I needed to pass blame, and there was plenty of blame to pass.
Dimitri sighed. He looked at Jacobsen and muttered some instructions and then took my hand.
"Where are we going?"
He, however, paid no attention to my protests and continued leading me through a passage of zigzags until we reached an empty storage closet. He then looked at me, his brown eyes full of concern. "Roza, how are you?" He said, his Russian accent showing. The sound of his voice filled my eyes with tears- it was so kind, compassionate and thoughtful. I clenched the long collars of his duster, my fists shaking, and looked down trying not to cry, but two tears tumbled down on my boots anyway. I shook my head hard, trying to stop the tears. "Some of them... they won't even live. And I don't even know about the Moroi captured." He abruptly pulled me towards him, and stroked my hair. "Roza, we'll find them. And we'll kill them-the Strigoi. We'll find a way to save the guardians."
"No. You know that's not what I'm talking about." I whispered.
His chest stopped and he sighed into my hair. "Roza..."
"You tell me, Dimitri. If they come for her, how will just the five of us stop them, if a whole army of guardians in a top security jail couldn't?"
He just stayed silent and so did I. I had to save her, I had to-
Suddenly Adrian slammed the door open. "Rose-" He looked at us both and flinched. It's not like we were making out, but Dimitri and Adrian weren't exactly the best of friends. "I... erm, Abe's here and he's looking for you. Someone told me they saw you guys go in here."
Dimitri nodded. "Roza, find me after you're done. We need as much backup as we can get." On his way out he nodded to Adrian, and with a curt "Lord Ivashkov.", left.
Abe was in a frenzy, looking around, talking on his phone. When he saw me, he ended the call and smiled. "Rose, I see Lord Ivashkov found you. I wanted to tell you that Sydney would like to speak with you." He said, handing me a piece of paper with a number written on it. "Have you seen Nihita?" He asked, his smile faltering slightly. I shook my head. God, could they all please stop worrying about her? Suddenly Adrian looked in a distance, his gaze sharp, and took a deep breath. He started running towards the direction of the warehouse. "Adrian!" I followed him, bumping into people. He stopped in front of a tattered door and I gasped as I saw Lissa running towards us. "Telepathy much?" I said, but was wholly ignored. "You felt it too?" He said, panting as the guardians surrounded her. "You guys, what's up?" I said, slightly scared. "I- Rose, there's a spirit user behind the door. I feel the magic." I widened my eyes. "You mean there's a-" I was cut off as Adrian opened the door and I suppressed a gasp, but Lissa didn't.
Because Nihita, knelt down on the floor beside a guardian- unconscious I hope- who's leg was bleeding profusely. In fact, we opened just in time to see her touch the wound, and it healed instantly.
"Your sister... she's..." Lissa whispered.
"Spirit." Adrian finished for her, his face shocked.
Nihita was a spirit user.