Chapter#12

"Aw fuck." Eddie said, grabbing his wound in protest.

Hearing the sounds Lissa came downstairs.

"Eddie, what are you doing here?"

Before he answered Lissa studied his wounds and frowned.

"What happened?"

He turned to Dimitri with squinted eyes.

Lissa looked, obviously she could see there was evidence of a fight. The rage boiling between the two men.

She turned back to Eddie's arm and focused her energy on it.

I could feel her willing the bones back together, and with another sharp snap they realigned, and restored to their original shape.

Eddie spread out his fingers and studied it for a moment. Afterwards he turned to Dimitri.

"What you're doing is sick."

He then turned to Lissa. "This world is going to hell, and you're allowing it."

"Some queen." He muttered sarcastically.

"The vampiric government won't stand for this." He pressed his body out towards Lissa. Her face fell like a waterfall. Christian stepped forward and cupped at the fire that was barreling out of him, but Dimitri stopped him with a stretch of his arm.

Clearly, for her safety, he didn't want to antagonize him more.

After that Eddie stormed out, disappearing into the night.

Soon I felt a warmth surround me, and tingles press up against my skin.

"She's waking up." Adrian announced from upstairs. He ducked back into the room, quickly followed by Lissa.

The tingles grew, melting me into consciousness.

I woke up to Lissa, who was crying over me and holding my hand.

"Hi Rose." She said in a sweet voice.

"Hey." I said, though in the muffle of it I hardly recognized myself.

"Are you feeling ok?"

"Yea. I feel fine."

I turned, reaching my eyes around the space.

"Where is everyone?" I think that she could tell when I said everyone I mean Dimitri. I needed to see him. To hold him.

"He's downstairs." She said.

I reached down for my covers to pull them off of me, but Lissa tugged on them.

"No Roza, please stay here."

I shook my head and fought her once again.

"No. I need to see him."

"Roza, no. You need rest." Jenessa then called out gripping the covers.

"Dimitri." I shouted past them. I hoped he could hear me. "I need you. Please."

I shoved against their holds, but they stopped and I followed their eyes.

Dimitri's frame was standing in the doorway. His face was etched with indecision as if deciding whether to come inside.

Slowly his face melted, and he sauntered forward and reached his hands out tentatively.

"Comrade." I breathed, holding my arms out for him.

I was desperate to close the space between us.

He charged for me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Roza." He muttered into my hair.