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Summary Dimitri didn't know how she'd fooled him.
POV Third
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Dimitri lays there stiffly, the wooden chair leg protruding from his chest forcing him to lie still. What a bother. He should have known his Roza wouldn't comply so easily. She'd played everything perfectly. Really, he should have noticed. Her increased pulse, the light sweat sheen on her forehead. The sickly sweet attitude she directed towards him.
Dimitri's eyes darken in anger. Rose thought she could get away from him, did she? While he had to admit, Rose was amazing at getting away with things, the one thing she could never get away from was him.
Closing his eyes to listen closely, Dimitri can hear her ragged breathing as she attempted to get out of the room. It was an admirable effort, he supposed. That was something he loved about Roza. She was so intelligent. She knew what she wanted. She'd known it as soon as he'd been awakened.
That was where the fault was placed in his hands. Of course Rose was going to try something like this! She was Rose Hathaway! He couldn't believe that he'd believed, even for a second, that Rose was going to give in to him, no matter how euphoric his bite, his kiss and his touch were.
He couldn't believe he'd tricked himself into thinking Rose was suddenly a demure, compliant wench. He couldn't believe he'd been able to stand it. Why was he pleased when she acted that way? That wasn't what Rose was like. Not his Rose.
With a cold stare to the roof he knows he will probably have to kill her now. She was too dangerous. He would try and give her one more chance, but he knows that the real Rose will completely disregard that as an option. She would rather die.
Dimitri's whole continence puts on his regular Strigoi expression as he comes to a sudden realisation. There was a part of him that was absolutely elated that she'd done this. It was only now that he registered how wrong it really was to have his Roza acting like some common petulant female. With the way he had to coerce her to consider the Strigoi ways that was exactly what she would become.
Well… That's what she would have become if her convincing façade had been real. He suspected he had been close to forcing that ruse to become real.
When feeling returns to his fingers, the anger he felt towards himself had reached boiling point. Rose was a fiery, bold and cunning intellectual. He had no right to change that.
Even if it meant he'd have to kill her instead. He guessed he wouldn't have to worry about her becoming a soulless blood sucker if he did turn her because she'd truly fooled him. He doesn't know how. But he was elated to know that his Roza was in fact, the same Roza he'd fallen in love with.