I fought with myself for a while on if i should keep writting this. With much respect to Richelle Mead, I still want to write my own version of her amazing story. I could never write it any better than her, but as an aspiring writer, I feel I need to take my own spins and never give up my writting.
So I will keep writting this story, but since we have the book itself now, I will add in some of that book too. Ultimately I'm still writting my own version, but I want to keep some of the amazing parts of Last Sacrifice in this as well.
I hope you like it! :)
The train pulled up to the Paris station in the late afternoon. Adrian and I were going to have to find a hotel, and fast. Night time in a busy city meant easy pickings for Strigoi, and we couldn't afford to make a scene.
"Hey, Adrian?"
"Hmmm?"
Luckily he had been sleeping most of the trip; I couldn't afford to have him staring at me more than usual.
"As much as I hate to say this, we are going to have to find a hotel."
He quickly sat up and looked out the window, taking note of how fast the sun was setting.
"Alright, let's go."
We exited the train with our small bags in tow. Making our way down the busy streets, filled with restaurants and music, I was excited about being in the extravagant city.
The thing about Adrian was, he was kind of perfect, which sucked. I kept trying to move on past Dimitri, but things between us had always been so perfect, until now. He keeps saying he will never love again, but how can I believe that? How can I continue to live without him? That's when it hit me.
"Adrian, Even if we find out who this Dragomir is, I will never be able to return will I?" He looked down and saw the panic in my eyes.
"Well Rose, maybe if we clear your name."
"How can we do that? The murder is at court, we know that. If they framed it on me, it was to cover up something big. Something they didn't want found out. From the note your aunt left, it seemed political. That means someone at court. I fled. If they find me now, they don't have to just detain me. They can kill me. No, they will kill me if they see me."
"Rose. Look at me. We will figure this out, and if we don't, I honestly wouldn't mind hiding out with you for the rest of my life." He gave me that Adrian smile I had come to just ignore.
"If we hide, I will never see Dimitri again. And worse, I will never be able to protect Lissa."
He had nothing to say at that. Instead, he came and put an arm around me in an attempt to comfort me. I didn't need comfort, I needed results. Fast.
"Alright. Well, Lissa knows you didn't just escape to hide out. She has to know something's up because I told her I had some things to go find in the world, and that she should get to court before more bad stuff started happening."
"And by 'find things' you meant find me. Clever. You think she got the message?"
"Maybe, but either way, I will find her in her dreams and ask her to help us from inside court. She can do some investigating."
"Don't tell her where we are. She will try to come find us, and under no circumstances tell her about this long lost sibling"
"Ok Rose, I'm not an idiot."
"Whatever ever you say." I was smiling now at the grimace he had at the thought of him being anything but godly.
Adrian quickly dragged me into a shabby looking parlor on the opposite side of the street as the train station.
"What are you doing?"
"Look, this is a hostel. They will let us stay here really cheap and it won't raise any suspicion."
"Alright, fine. Let's make one thing clear though, I am doing the talking. You would have us in a tiny room with one bed, close together. That's not happening lover-boy, so I will be getting the room."
"Be my guest." He smirked as he held his hand out in front of him, gesturing me to what appeared to be the front desk.
"Hi, we would like to get a room."
"Je ne parle pas anglais," said the girl, with a confused look on her face.
"Great, Adrian. She doesn't speak English."
"Nous voudrions une chambre. Deux lits s'il vous plaît." He said in a perfect accent, as if he lived here his whole life.
"Whoa, Adrian. When did you learn French? Wait, what did you say?"
"Don't worry, I asked for a room with two beds. There are a lot of things you don't know about me Rose."
"Désolé, un seul à gauche. Un lit." Said the girl, with a smirk on her face.
"What? What did she say?"
"Well, they only have one room left, and it only has one bed."
"Of course they do."
We took the room, what choice did we have? I can honestly say that Adrian looked disappointed at this arrangement, to my utter disbelief. We walked to the room, only to find a small bed hardly big enough for two people. Good thing I was trained to endure no sleep.
"Don't worry about it Rose, I can sleep on the floor."
"No, it's fine, I have been trained to stay up long periods of time. You can sleep."
"Rose. We both need our energy tomorrow. We will both sleep."
"OK. I do wonder, why aren't you pushing the sleeping arrangements?"
"I don't want you to feel pressure from me Rose. I am anything you need me to be, and right now you need a warrior and a friend. When the time comes that you need or want me as more, I will be here."
"Adrian, does this new approach to things have to do with this marking stuff?"
"Well, yes. Some of it does, but not all of it. I have never forced myself on you Rose, I do have some dignity."
"How much do you know about it?" I prodded.
"Enough to know it's not going to go away, if that's what you were hoping."
"Are you going to tell me exactly what you know?"
"Not right now. Maybe someday, but only if you're a good girl." He said as he patted me on the head like a dog and began to laugh.
I turned to climb in bed. I am not a girl to sit around and let a guy, specifically Adrian, play games with me. If he didn't want to tell me, I didn't really care. It was his heart on the line, not mine.