I now have a pretty good idea on what is going to happen for the next few chapters, so I'm hoping to update them quickly. Thank you all so much for the positive comments! It really means a lot!
I also realize I forgot to put a disclaimer on here….I don't own anything, all of the characters belong to Richelle Mead. Sorry if some of my words aren't spelt correctly, I couldn't get suggestions for the Russian words.
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-Lydia
When I was finally done crying and had apologized to Lissa for the umpteenth time, I decided it was time to get up. I hadn't seen the room I was in before, and I was pretty sure that I had never been here before in my life. I didn't know this room, but it seemed oddly familiar. Lissa had gone outside a few minutes ago to go get me a glass of water. She gave me strict orders to stay in bed, but I was never really one to follow rules.
I got out of the bed on shaky legs and looked around the room, getting another wave of déjà vu. The room wasn't familer, but the essence of it was. I stumbled over to the door and cursed under my breath when I realized I would have to walk down a flight of stairs. I took a deep breath and slowly started down them, it was amazingly frustrating to be so helpless, I killed the undead for a living and now I couldn't make it down steps without falling. Finally, I swallowed my pride and went sliding down the stairs on my butt, much like me and Liss used to do, way back when.
I got to the bottom feeling slightly nauseous and winded. As soon I stepped into the living room I felt a grin spread across my face. I was at Mark and Oksana's house in Baia! I let out a little squeal, I knew it was childish but I just slid down the stairs butt style…I didn't have much to loose.
Mark's eyes met mine and he came up and gave me a big a hug, Oksana got up from the couch and did the same. She had tears in her eyes and kept rocking me back and forth. I was really feeling the love until Lissa came in and yelled at me for getting up. The whispered "Dumb ass" from her was also a real "moment" killer.
"Ugh, I missed you guys!" I said, squeezing them both a little tighter. They both pulled away at the same moment when someone walked into the room.
"Rose?"
I froze; I would know that voice anywhere. I turned around slowly to face Dimitri. My heart gave its usual stuttering reaction when I saw his face, but I was sure that my expression showed nothing but surprise. Why was he here? My heart gave out another jagged rhythm when I thought about him helping me. No, not you. Lissa. I was instantly filled with bitterness. He didn't love me anymore; he was just indebted to Lissa.
This time, I was sure my face betrayed the hurt that was coursing through me.
Dimitri must have seen it because he looked away; at the floor, the couch, a picture frame, before settling on Lissa, Mark and Oksana.
"Can I have a moment alone with Rose, please?" They all shuffled out looking uncomfortable. I was tempted to follow them; you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
"Roza— He stopped himself, seeing his mistake in calling me by my nickname. Taking a deep breath, he continued.
"Rose, I don't understand. Why would you…?" He cut off again and took another deep breath.
Seeming at a loss for words he stepped closer, I drew in a shaky breath to find him so close. Ever since he had been saved we had either been separated by metal bars, Lissa, and more often then not, his stubbornness. I could see a familiar conflict raging in his eyes; the same battle that he had been fighting with his conscious for a whole year now.
I stared in disbelieve as he came even closer, taking hold of my elbows. Just as he was leaning in, the door crashed open.
"Little Damphir!"
Well damn.