"What do you mean I have to go to Russia?"
Denis pressed his fingers together under his chin in deep thought, trying to find the words to explain his irrational actions.
"You were the one who was so intense on their futures." He noted.
I slammed my hand down on the table. "Yes! Because that's morally right! You're only doing this to piss me off-!"
"No, I am doing this for the children's future." He cut in. "If your plan is to ship them off to Russia without any personal guidance, then think again. What do you want to do? Just shove them on a plane and never think about them again?"
"Of course I would think about them! And I would call to make sure they got there safely! Who the bloody hell do you think I am?" I shouted.
"And who do you think I am?" he snarled. "Do you think Guardians just grow on trees? We need all the guardians we can get here, except you."
"Well that's not very fair-"
"And if I here another complaint out of you, Rosemarie, we won't need Dimitri either."
That shut me up. It was one thing for me to be flown to somewhere was I really wasn't needed, but it was another to put Dimitri's career on the line.
"Why are you doing this to me, Denis? What changed?" I asked him softly. "I thought you and me….you and Dimitri were friends."
He sighed. "Rose, I can't help you. I know what's best and I know you enough to fight back. This is something that needs to be done whether you like it or not."
"Why? What's wrong with them meeting with Olena in Russia?"
Denis leaned over his table to look at me, even though it really wasn't necessary. We were both standing around in his office, arguing with each other, once again, about Sophia's and Simon's future. Dimitri stood out of the argument, although he did try to help whenever he could.
"True, we could send them to Olena," he told me. "But there is still the case of guardian selection for the children."
I had to do a double take. "I'm Lissa's guardian."
"Lissa can be rearranged with new guardians. That part it simple. Finding a suitable guardian…someone the children can get along with….you…is hard to find. Lissa can adapt."
"There has to be another way," I pleaded. "I can't move to Russia. I'm getting married soon, for crying out loud. That can't happen if Dimitri is over the other side of the country!"
It was his turn to pause. "You're getting married?"
It took me a couple of moments before I nodded.
"To Dimitri."
I smiled. "Jealous?"
He scoffed. "In your dreams."
I winked. "Well, then. Yes."
He rolled his eyes. "Then he shall go too."
My eyes widened as I let the words sink in.
"NO! No, no, no! I…I can't do that to him. That's his choice, not mine."
"Actually, it's my choice." He corrected.
"Well it's still not my choice." I told him.
He rolled his eyes. "Very well. If you don't want Dimitri to come, he won't. That is your choice. You will leave tomorrow despite your decision."
"And what about work? I'm getting paid for this, right?"
He smiled halfly and shook his head. "Not for this job."
"What are you talking about?"
He grinned fully. "I've given you a job at the academy. Combat instructor along with your….friends."
I sighed. "Is there any point in arguing about this?"
He thought for a quick second and then shook his head. "Nope. Sorry."
I didn't want to say anything else. Heck, there was nothing more too say.
Tomorrow I would be flying off to Russia….again...
Why was I always being forced into Baia?
***INTERVAL***
I called Dimitri I short time after returning to my room to pack my things. Who knows how long I would be gone, or if I would ever be returning? Should I take all my stuff? I decided I would, since I didn't have enough to fill a large suitcase anyway.
There was no knock at the door when Dimitri entered into my bitterly cold room. I twirled around when the door opened, not hearing him unlock it.
His face was plastered with poker faces, so I couldn't tell how he really felt.
"Baia?" he asked.
I nodded. "Denis thinks that I should take care of them there for a while until they get adjusted."
He lost his poker faces. He scowled something I rarely saw him do. "And how long does Denis think it will take them to get 'adjusted'?"
I walked into Dimitri's arms and he relaxed instantly. He squeezed me against his chest tightly, kissing my hair before resting his head on my hair.
"I don't know," I told him. "But I'd rather this than the alternative. And I'd rather Olena than some stranger."
"And I'd rather you here, safe in the court with me, than out at my mother's house with no wards."
I stroked his arm that was wrapped around me. "I'd prefer for you to come with me."
He laughed humourlessly. "If he'd let me."
I turned on him. "Why are you being like this? Look, I know it stinks like rotten eggs, but Denis was your friend once upon a time, and he still is, I hope. What happened?"
He sighed and pressed on my back. "Denis didn't know another life than the one that Victor Dashkov showed him. Dashkov showed him that power was great and it should be abused. Now that Denis is in that sort of power…I know he's trying not to let it control him, and I thank him for that, but I still don't trust him enough to call him my friend again. He's being unnecessarily harsh with his decisions."
I stroked his cheekbones with a small smile. "He's doing what he thinks is best. And if it gets too far…Lissa will sort it out. She's not totally helpless, Sheriff."
He smiled and took my hand is his and held it to the side of our head. He then placed my hand on his shoulder before taking my waist and dancing with me slowly, even though there was no music playing.
"Well he told me it was my decision as to whether or not you come.' I told him.
He smiled. "Your decision?"
I nodded. "I talked him out of it using my smarticles."
He smirked in amusement. "Smarticles?"
"Smart particles, duh."
We spun around, my heart fluttering in my chest. We started to waltz lazily.
"Do you want to come? I would have thought, you know, since you like it here so much…"
"Is that supposed to be sarcasm?" he smirked.
I shrugged. "I don't know. It's up to you, in any case. Stay here with Lissa, or go home."
He leaned in close to my ear. His lips brushed against my skin, sending invisible spasms through my skin.
"I go where you go." He whispered. "And no where else."
"Unless I die." I told him.
He had no answer to that, which scared me. Would he really follow me through death? Was again the right word?
"So you're coming then? We leave tomorrow…"
He answered me with a kiss, pulling me close. I collapsed on top of him as we fell onto the bed, not once pulling apart. I tugged his shirt of with my fingers, undoing each button one at a time until I could pull it off.
It landed on the floor.
He ran his hands up my back, etching up my shirt as they went-
"COVER YOUR SHAME! I'M COMING IN!"
I groaned at Adrian's shouts and slid off of Dimitri. I threw his t-shirt back at him to put on before I answered slid the chain on the door shut so he couldn't open the door properly.
"It's open!" I shouted back at him.
The door handle turned and it tugged open three centimetres.
"Very funny, Rose. Let me in."
I sighed. "Whatever."
We closed the door and I slid the chain open, and then opened the door. Adrian rolled his eyes at me. "You're such a child," he looked at Dimitri, who was now shifting through what I would be bringing to Russia like he had been doing that the whole time. Adrian didn't buy it, though, not that Dimitri was trying his best. "Though maybe not."
I sighed. "And you came here because…"
Adrian got back on topic. "Just bringing your children back. I told them to stay outside unless mummy and daddy were-"
"Okay!" I cut in. "Bring them in."
He laughed on his way out, not even bothering to go through the door to grab Sophia's hand and pulled her through. When she saw me, her eyes lit up with delight.
"Rose!"
She tackled me. We both fell onto the floor, the inevitable consequence of a child's love. I hugged her back though. I could feel Adrian's and Dimitri's stares on us, but I couldn't care less. I was glad to see her again.
"Congratulations," Adrian said to Dimitri. "You win."
I looked up at them. "Win what?"
They acted as if I hadn't spoken. "It wasn't a competition, Adrian. You are mistaking it to be harder than it is."
"I still loose." He said. "Doesn't matter. So long as she's happy."
I decided to block them out. I had no idea what they were talking about.
"So, Sophia," I said excitedly. "We get to go to Russia!"
She brightened even more. "We?"
I smiled and nodded. "I wouldn't abandon you. Ever."
She grinned. "Does Dimka get to go too?"
I frowned. "Dimka? How do you-" I looked up at Adrian. "Real funny."
Adrian snickered, but Dimitri didn't seem to mind.
I looked back to her. "Yeah. He is."
She squealed in excitement. "Yay!"
It was hard to believe that her parents had only died about two days ago.
Hey!
So I think I'm back on track, but my new timetable starts on tuesday (tomorrow is a student free day! Woot woot!) and I'm not quite sure what to expect with new classes. But I am so excited because I have dance class now! :) Super fun!
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