A/N: Hi everyone!
I'm very aware of the time it took for me to write this chapter and I'm extremely sorry for that!My excuse is school…Anyway, I've missed writing, and hearing your thoughts always make my day. So, please review and enjoy chapter 6! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, Richelle Meade does.

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You know how you always picture a confrontation? Maybe it's about your parents being unjust or maybe you want to outsmart a person you dislike. Anyhow, you prepare this mental image, a scenario even, of how your dreaded conflict would come to an end.

You make a sort of speech in your head and imagine everything going according to plan:You say your stuff. The other person says theirs, but in the end you gain the match-point by retorting with a spot-on remark.

Personally, I confess that ever since Jailbait had become Jill, I'd stopped drinking and satisfied myself by thinking. Thinking about flaunting my happiness with Jill. Thinking about having this whole speech about what a bitch Rose was and how she'd judged me.

Sad, I know.

Nevertheless, those thoughts had been just as alive and frequent in my mind as those of hearing about my mother's affair, my aunt's murder and Jill's concern. Four women who constantly persist on making my life complicated. Two of them I'd sworn to confront and managed to do so. However, it was the meeting after the confrontation that worried me now.

My mother I should be quite able to handle after my little outburst about her infidelity. But my ex? After having yelled at her, I wasn't sure how to act.

No one's good at confronting their ex.

It didn't help either to see her looking as gorgeous and sexy as ever. Her black pantsuit, which might be unflattering to some women, cunningly embraced her curvy figure. The beautiful, loose hair made her strict ensemble more relaxed whilst transforming her into a seductive fighter. Luring her opponents into underestimating her by swinging her hips and tossing her hair, but as they come closer she stabs them in the heart.

Man, this sucked. In my mind she had always let herself go, gained a few pounds…

She was, strangely enough, wearing a serious and concerned expression on her face. I glanced just above her head. Yep, her face was a perfect mirror of her aura.

I wonder what made it look like that? Since it was Lissa my, dangerously tempting, ex was talking to it could vary from world wide politics to girl trouble with Christian.

Not very eager to join their conversation in either of the topics and unable to bring out my rehearsed and imaginary speech, I decided to bail. As soon as I started to turn and make a run for it, Lissa raised her head and saw me. Damn Spirit! She had sensed me. Crap, crap, crap!

Panic shot through my body and made me go limp. Frozen on the spot, I was in perfect view for the little dhampir to spot me as she curiously traced the stare of her best friend. Rose's eyes grew wide with surprise. Lissa watched awkwardly between the two us as we continued to stare at each other.

Her head kept going back and forth between me and Rose much that she reminded me of someone watching a game of tennis, following the ball and waiting for someone to score the match-point.

'How ironic', I thought and against my will let out a laugh. Rose flinched. Clearly she hadn't expected me to laugh, but once I saw how her startled expression turned into a scowl I realized she was afraid I was drunk.

'Or crazy.'

She said something to Lissa who simply nodded in reply and both of the girls left their seats and started towards me. I suddenly felt like a deer in the headlights as I saw them approach, the looks on their faces not hostile, but still intimidating enough for me to feel screwed.

'Relax. If this will play out like it has in my head a dozen times, I'm gonna gain the match-point.'

Rose and Lissa came out through the glass door. I backed out of their way and tried to hide my uneasiness by casually leaning against the wall of brick next to the door.

As the two girls studied me I reached for a cigarette in my pocket and found it, to my astonishment, empty. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about my promise to Jill about stop hurting myself. It just happened to be that the nicotine had a calming effect on me and a cigarette in my hands made me feel cooler, superior.

'Ah well, it would only make them scold me anyway.'

Rose's dark eyes held mine captive and reminded me of the passion I'd felt with her. I swallowed.

"Hello ladies." I said as bland as I could manage to sound.

'Calm down. You're with Jill now. You're happy.'

Yeah, I was with Jill now. She made me happy. She respected me and didn't look down at me. At a time like this she would try be strong and put on a poker face. Thinking about Jill immediately made my heart braver. I tilted my head and a cocky smile formed on lips as I continued to speak.

"So what are you doing out so early in the morning?"

"We could ask you the same thing." Rose said with a bit of malice. She seemed confused about my nonchalant attitude. "Isn't this about the time you're usually recovering from a hangover?"

"Rose!" Lissa exclaimed and stared at her best friend. As I opened my mouth to snap back at Rose, Lissa decided to intervene.

"Hi, Adrian. Actually we were just discussing something that maybe you should hear as well."

My attention only shifted slightly to her as my eyes were steadily fixed on Rose as hers were on mine. "What is it? Some poor Moroi who's lost a diamond or something? Sorry not interested."

"No. It's about a spirit-user who's been seen."

"A spirit-user?" Now my whole attention was on Lissa and this spirit-user. "Who is it? Is it someone here? Are we going meet him? Or, you know, her?" It was funny how this little piece of information excited me. It was just like when I'd met Lissa and discovered her powers were like mine.

She usually would look like me, almost jumping of excitement and curiosity. However, this time, she was not. "Don't get too excited. It happens to be someone we know."

"So?"

"So, it's a dangerous someone." Rose answered and pointed at me with her greasy doughnut. A smaller part of my brain wondered why I hadn't noticed she was still holding it.

"Ok, but who would that be? I mean, Sonya is here at court with her husband, those other two we know of is in Russia so who is it?"

Lissa looked uncomfortably at Rose who was chewing on her chocolate-glazed patisserie and who was the one to respond.

"Robert Doru has been spotted in Seattle." She said and licked some chocolate from her lips. "And he's probably going to try to kill me."

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