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Ch.6 DPOV

Rose walked me back to my room. After that incident, my sisters would have killed anyone who'd tried to come near me, but Roza had told them that they wouldn't understand what I was going through. After all, she said, we were both dark users. She told them she knew how I felt.

After Roza had won that argument with my sisters, she'd gently lifted me up from the couch and walked me out the door.

Now, she stood in front of my door. "This is yours?" She asked.

I nodded at her. I suppose I shouldn't be so nervous because she was about to enter my room. But she was about to enter my room, for god's sake!

We entered, and I waited for her judgement.

She turned to me, and I had to suppress a growl at how well she fit here. It looked liked she'd been here her entire life. She belonged in my room. I had to lean against the wall, with a leg stuck out, to hide my erection.

She sat down on a couch. "Your shifting is not your fault," she told me.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" I asked, amused. I honestly was curious. I hadn't felt her mind against mine.

She smirked, and I was expecting an answer like, 'Magic.' What I didn't expect, however, was, "It's written all over your face, Comrade."

Comrade? Where had she gotten that nickname? Deciding to ignore it for now, I told her, "I don't show my emotions on my face."

"Oh, but you do. Maybe your guardian face isn't as good as you think." She said that with a serious voice, but her eyes had a special sparkle in them. She was teasing me!

"But how do you really shift back and forth?" I pressed her. She was the only one who had answers.

"Do you want a demonstration?" She asked.

My guardian mask apparently slipped again and showed her my excitement, because she lowered her mind shields for me.

I gently entered her mind, and once I was in, she raised her shields back up.

To be safe, she said.

Sensing my hesitancy, she added, I'll let you out after. I promise.

You were saying something about showing me how it works?

She hmphed. You first have to be able to consciously connect to your magic - she said as she reached for something in her mind. I went along with her - and I was shocked to see a nub of magic at the back of her mind. You have it too, she reassured. You just need to find it and access it. Now, go and get back to your own mind and practice. I'm going to sleep.

She yawned, stumbling out my door, using the doorframe to stretch, conveniently giving me a good view of her ass. I barely bit back my groan in time, but she wasn't giving me a chance to calm down when she gave me a small smile.

Finally - FINALLY! - the torture ended when she closed the door. However, she started humming the moment she stepped out the door, and now my hardened cock ached so much it hurt.

Because my overactive imagination was thinking of her making other sounds, sounds that weren't making my erection subside. Thoughts of her moaning and groaning under me, as I slammed into her again and again...

Damnit! I needed a cold shower.

I'd been in that damn shower for so long, and still it wasn't working. My mind was still conjuring up images of Rose and me, naked, in various positions on my bed.

I swore. Then this called for something I didn't like to do, and didn't do often.

Turning around, I switched off the shower. When the water subsided, I wrapped my hand around myself. The first contact always felt the best. I started to move up and down, and my mind started to think it was Roza doing so. My mind thought of her small hands, wrapped around me, gently squeezing in all the right places - and I came.

Thank goodness I was in a shower. Anywhere else, it would be a hell to clean. In a shower, I could just wash it away. And wash it away I did.

By the time I emerged for breakfast, almost everyone was eating already.

Almost everyone as in two siblings were missing.

"Dimitri, have you seen my daughter?" Abe Mazur asked.

"She said something about sleeping," I told him.

"She's not in her room," Vasilisa said quietly.

My gaze wandered to three seats vacant, next to each other. "Has anyone checked the gym?"

They all blinked. Then everyone got up and headed out the doors.

"You're going the wrong way," I called out after them. "It's this way."

RPOV

"And you like him?" Eddie asked as we danced around the sparring ring.

I swung my sword at his head; he ducked.

"I don't know!" I growled in frustration. "I've been considering a true mate bond, but I'm not sure."

I could hear someone opening the door. But I ignored it.

"What's his main if his second is darkness?"

"I have no fucking idea!" Our blades connected again.

"Spirit," a low voice behind us said. Both of us whirled around at the same time, our blades flying out of our hands towards that person's head.

"Rose Hathaway," Lissa scolded. "Next time you throw a blade at someone, see who he is before you do so!"

Dimitri Belikov was the one who we'd thrown swords at his head. He'd ducked them and they were currently stuck in the wall. He regarded them with a frown. "Your aim is good, and you are fast," he noted. "But, Eddie, you're not using your full strength, and Rose, you can throw faster than that."

"Anyways," my old man clapped his hands, "it's breakfast time."

"Is it?" I asked as Eddie just walked out the door. Going to breakfast. "Are there chocolate donuts?"

No one answered that, instead they all chose to drag me out. "Hey!" I protested. The only one who looked like he had any regret was Dimitri.

"Sorry," he murmured softly, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up like I was a doll.

"Put me down!"

"Never, Roza." His aftershave blew into my face, making me forget everything except for that smell... And its owner.

Damnit! I needed to keep a cool head. Sure, it had been fun teasing him earlier, and surprising when he'd jerked off in his shower, but my reputation as Rose Hathaway would be destroyed if I let just one man get to my heart. Disastrous. Back at home, at the school Lissa, Christian, Eddie, and I went to, I was famous as a heartbreaker. I didn't even want to think about what would happen if I let myself love him. If we ended up engaged, there wasn't a problem. But before our parents sealed the deal, I couldn't let myself fall in love with him. Which was hard, considering the effect he had on me. Just one whiff of his mouthwatering scent, our bodies pressed closely, and I was a goner. Damn him.

"Put me down, Dimitri Belikov!" Any more of his holding me would end up very badly. Badly as in I would tackle him and kiss him, and make out with him against the wall.

DPOV

Clearly this infuriating, beautiful, and brilliant girl had no idea of the effect she had on me. I was doing everything I could to not just take her against the wall. I tried to calm down my racing heart, but my body was screaming with awareness at the closeness of her body to mine. I could feel her, my body was aching for more, and her scent wasn't making it easier to think rationally.

Schooling my heart, reminding myself that other people were present, I did the one thing she'd asked me to do. I put her down, and while my heart was screaming at me to keep on touching her, I walked off until she was behind me.

My body felt the loss of her warmth immediately, and I was pondering what she'd said while she was sparring with Eddie. "I've been considering a true mate bond, but I'm not sure."

True mate bonds were rare, but they still happened. While I wasn't truly knowledgeable on the subject of true mate bonds, I still knew something.

True mate bonds happened when two souls destined to be together met. They were bound to each other, being able to talk to each other using their bond even when they were on the other side of the world. Their elements were said to be the same, though it wasn't a true classification. It was just a red flag, but the true way to know if two people were true mates was to look at their aura. Or, see if they can converse to each other if they're not in immediate mind reach.

I couldn't help but wonder if Roza and I were true mates. I remembered what Eddie had asked Roza: "What's his main if his second is darkness?"

Now, my question was an exact mirror of Eddie's. What's her second if her main is darkness?

That was something I needed to know. If I could prove she was my true mate, and that we had a bond, it could go a long way to ensure she was mine.

Apparently the world hated me today, because the moment we stepped into the dining room, my thoughts were interrupted by the one person who I did not want to see everyday, and was feeling especially hostile towards this morning. It didn't help that the first thing that came out of his mouth was something derogatory towards Roza. Anyone else, I would've been able to control my temper. Anything less biting, I would have been able to stomach. But what he said made me feel like he'd punched me in the place it hurt most, then made fun of me. Actually, that may probably be less painful than what he said to Roza.

My father smirked, his flask of alcohol resting on the table, four cups of wine already drained in front of him. "I have no problems accepting someone's sloppy seconds," he leered at her. "Maybe my son has qualms about going rough, but I assure you I have no such reservations."

Roza recoiled, her face revolted. Her father's lips were pursed, his eyes narrowing slits on my father. My mother frowned, disapproval written on her entire face. Varying shades of disgust showed on Roza's friends' faces. Her brother looked ready to throw a punch. But I beat him to it.

My first connected with my father's face, marking his face. His hands flew to cup his face, and that left his body exposed.

I made a move to hit him like he deserved, but a small hand pushed mine away - and jabbed him in the place where it hurt most to the male population: down there between his legs.

He howled, clutching himself, actually jumping up and down in pain. His full-of-hate eyes focused on something behind and next to me.

I whirled around to see Roza's friends and my sisters gaping at Roza. Her father was shaking his head in exasperation, my mother was staring at her like she was something amazing. Which, I could say, she was.

"You whore," he hissed. "You'll pay for that."

He moved towards her, but of course she had to say something. "I doubt you'll get that appendage of yours working any time soon, Ivashkov, so I suggest you get out of my way."

"Whore, you listen to what I say, not the other way around."

"You will not call my daughter a whore." Abe Mazur's dangerous voice cut in.

"But she is one," Randall Ivashkov growled. It was in that second when I realised he wasn't my father, he was only the man that gave his seed for my conception.

"Get out," I growled at him. "I give you thirty seconds to get your sorry ass out the door and never return."

"Why, Dimka? I'm your father," he held up his hands, "you can't kick me out!"

"You tried for a guest in our house who is out of bounds to you, and you beat up the women in your family. To think I would still let you be in my sight is laughable. You have fifteen seconds to run out the door before I pick you up and throw you out from the highest window we have. Let's see if you're alive by the time you hit the ground."

I wouldn't really do that, but I wasn't above threatening him to get him out.

He bared his teeth. Since he was Moroi, he had fangs. After battling Strigoi, he didn't look scary at all. "This isn't the last you'll see of me," he vowed.

He picked his flask of alcohol off the table and stumbled to the door.

"Guards!" I called. "Escort him to the gates and make sure he leaves."

"Finally," Hans muttered as he passed me. "I've been waiting for you to do that since he started hitting your mother."

I smiled. I wasn't the only one that hated it when he did it. Of course, he would grovel for forgiveness after, promising he wouldn't do it again, but everytime it happened again.

They led him out, Hans winking at me.

When they were gone, I relaxed, turning towards Roza. "Are you alright?" I asked, frantically checking her for injuries, even though I knew he hadn't touched her.

"I'm good, you?" Her hand gently touched the place he'd managed to get in a scratch.

"Fine if you are." She smiled at that, and I smiled back.

"Um, sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds, but we have a mess to clean up." Vika's voice cut through our quiet world.

Roza blushed and stepped away from me. My mother was nothing our exchange with a motherly smile, Mazur was frowning at his daughter.

"I'll go get the brushes," Roza declared, though the maids watching from the walls protested. She waved them off and disappeared out the doors. Her friends joined her, and that left me with her father, and my family.

They shooed of Vika, who grumbled as she went after Roza.

"Dimka." My mother's voice made sure that I was looking at her. "You like Roza, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," I admitted.

My mother and Mazur exchanged looks, then a nod. He pulled out a few files from his jacket, and they headed towards the library.

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