Sorry it's been so long. I've been really busy with IT Coursework, other stories and BBAMBA (Ben Barnes and Matt Bellamy Addiction). Here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: all the usual, blah blah, thanks to Richelle Mead, I don't own this...yeah, you get the idea.
"Don't you have better things to be doing?" the mysterious person asked. We sprang apart and the endorphins disappeared with shock. I jumped up into a defensive position, but I needn't have worried. Yeva Belikova stood with her hands on her hips and her lips in an angry line. I relaxed my position.
"She has to feed you know," I told her defiantly.
"She's the Queen. Didn't you bring feeders?" Um...
"No?" It came out as a question.
"There are some down the road."
"Well, why did nobody tell me that?" I exclaimed. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry, Rose," Lissa murmured. "I'm fine now, honestly."
"But you didn't have much."
"It's okay. I'll be fine for now." Yeva cleared her throat and I turned back to the creepy old woman.
"What do you want?"
"You don't have long to save her," she informed me. No doubt by her she meant Olena.
"I know that. Thanks for telling me again."
"It's a countdown, you know. The compulsion is like a bomb in her brain. It will go off in a couple of days." It took me a while to process this.
"A couple of days! We don't have a couple of days! What are we going to do?"
"I thought you were the all-knowing guardian."
"You know, for an old lady, you are way too much of a smartass." She was starting to remind me of Christian. "Besides, I thought you were the psychic." She shot me evils that were almost comical, except for the fact that shivers were running down my spine.
"You need to do something. They're all counting on you." Oh. Great. As per usual, everyone expected me to do something great. I'm a fighter, not a magician. She was just turning away, when she remembered something else, "Oh, and, your friend is here." With that, she turned on her heel and went downstairs. What the hell? What friend? I glanced at Lissa and she shrugged.
We headed down the stairs and went to the living room. Oksana was still caught up with Olena but Mark was now clutching a cup of water. Not much else had changed except for Sydney's face. She looked like she was in a daze. I think she noticed me frowning at her, because she wipe it away and attempted to smile at me. I can see through you. I followed her gaze to where the new member of our group was standing.
His piercing green eyes stared me down and his tousled bronze hair wasn't quite as perfect as it usually was. He had his arms crossed over his leanly muscled chest and the handsome contours of his face were hard. I gasped. Adrian Ivashkov.
Haha, sorry it's short but I'm evil and like leaving stories on cliffhangers.