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Whilst writing this chapter I listened to Boy and Bear – Fall at Your Feet, Crystal Castles – Not in Love, Kanye West – Runaway and Katy B – On a Mission

'Are we totally sure this is the only way?' Dimitri said looking anxiously around, except he wasn't Dimitri. Lissa had done an excellent job with the charmed rings and none of us were recognisable, even to each other. After a good night's sleep, a huge breakfast with more bacon than I could ever dream of and a new spirit ring from Lissa I was feeling a lot better and even managed one of my signature eye rolls directed at Dimitri.

'This is nothing, believe me' Christian said as we finally reached the Witching Hours front doors. Dimitri and I were dressed in our black and white but the rest of the group were fully decked out in their new clothes and the doorman didn't bat an eyelid as we walked into the lobby. There weren't too many Moroi around at the moment, It was mid morning and most Moroi living outside of Court and the academies lived halfway between a daytime and nocturnal schedule, they wouldn't be up for a few hours however as we neared the bar from last time, me in front with Lissa and Adrian, Dimitri bringing up the rear, I noticed a Moroi working behind the bar. Without hesitation we walked over to the door to the right of the bar and walked in. I glanced around and took in all of the possible exits.

There was a tall desk, podium thing that a tall Moroi stood behind, a clipboard in her hands. She looked Lissa and Adrian up and down and I felt Lissa give a quick burst of extra compulsion to plant in the woman's mind that they were somewhat regulars. The woman's face grew a little confused before she straightened herself up. 'Hello again' she said, mostly sure that she had seen this family before. 'I'm so sorry; could you remind me of your last name Sir? I've had a complete mind blank.' She'd clocked all the designer goods and knew that these Moroi were wealthy, hence her chipper attitude I assumed. 'Ivashkov, Alexsandr Ivashkov' He said flawlessly.

We had decided to go with the name Ivashkov at the last minute, it was the most popular Moroi royal name and Adrian said there were at least a dozen Alexsandr's that he knew of alone. What better place for us to hide than within Adrian's own family.

The woman checked her clipboard again before motioning for us to follow her. We entered a plush waiting room with crimson chairs lining the walls. 'If two of you would like to wait here while the other two follow me we've got two people available right now and then you can switch' she smiled brightly, mostly at Adrian. 'Come on darling, lets you and I go first' Adrian took Mia's hand and led her to the door way which the Woman was holding open for them. I was surprised at how serious he was taking this, and doing a great job might I add. Dimitri made as if to follow but the woman held up a hand. 'There's no need for you to follow, there are guardians in there for safety already and not much room.' She spoke to Dimitri and me but didn't look directly at us, it was clear she thought of Dhampir's as being beneath her and I tried not to scowl.

The time passed slowly and I felt Dimitri next to me relax slightly as Lissa reappeared when Christian and she had had their turn. Lissa and Adrian thanked the hostess before turning to leave. 'Hold on' a voice came from behind us; we all turned to see an elderly man peering at us through his ridiculously thick spectacles. His hair was totally grey but his eyes the brightest blue I'd ever seen, he had been tall in his youth I imagined but now he was almost bent double over a walking stick.

'Christian?' We all froze. The man was peering at Christian intently, though it didn't look like Christian at all. 'Sorry sir, this is my son Joseph.' Adrian said gently before attempting to usher Christian along. The man kept staring at Christian and to my dismay Christian seemed to be staring back. Adrian gave him another nudge which seemed to make him come around but the man continued to stare. 'I could have sworn...' he mumbled more to himself than anyone else. The hostess gave an apologetic before taking the old man's arm and guiding him towards one of the waiting chairs while we sped out of there faster than I've ever seen Adrian move.

Once out on the street, and away from the prying Moroi eyes, in the sunlight we all turned on Christian. 'Who the hell was that?' I asked which earned me a reproachful look from Lissa. I ignored her and carried on staring Christian down, he still looked as though he were in shock which quickly made my anger evaporate.

'That's my great grandfather' Christian finally managed to get out after a few more minutes of staring into space. We all stared at him flabbergasted. 'Aunt Tasha and I lived with him for a while after my parents... died' he hesitated on the last word. We all knew what had happened to his parents. 'I haven't seen him for a year or so, not since the last time I went home, but he's a cool old guy.'

'Christian, how on earth did he recognise you?' I asked, still slightly flabbergasted by this strange exchange. The rest of the group were looking at me with a worry in their eyes so strong I felt it was a slight overreaction. I highly doubted that this old man was much of an issue or that anyone would believe him, the hostess from the Witching Hour seemed to think he was senile or something.

'Because my dear,' an almost whispered voice came from behind me 'compulsion doesn't work on me'. Christian's great grandfather stood behind me, the same mischievous twinkle glinting in his eye that existed in Christians. My mouth was agape, surely we needed to run, to not so much as speak to this man, we were on a mission and we couldn't be found. It would mean death for me, possibly for Dimitri also and imprisonment for the rest most likely. I turned towards Dimitri, surely he would know what to do, he always knew the right thing to do, and he had been the one teaching me, instructing me, guiding me for so long and now I needed that guidance. Before I had the chance to act on any of the half formed plans circulating in my mind Lissa spoke, hesitantly and almost in a whisper.

'Why doesn't compulsion work on you sir?' she asked and as soon as the words left her mouth I felt the answer form in her mind and saw it dawn on Adrian's face.

'Because my dear, I'm a spirit user.'

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