Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection: 1/6

by Richelle Mead

  “It’ll pass. You’ll get more used to it, once you settle back into your old self.” That was a guess on her part, but one she felt confident of.

  He inclined his head toward the gathered guardians. “They don’t think so.”

  “They will,” she said adamantly. “We just need more time.” A small silence fell, and Lissa hesitated before speaking her next words. “Rose . . . wants to see you.”

  Dimitri’s dreamy, morose attitude snapped in a heartbeat. His eyes focused back on Lissa, and I got my first glimpse of true, intense emotion from him. “No. Anyone but her. I can’t see her. Don’t let her come here. Please.”

  Lissa swallowed, unsure how to respond. The fact that she had an audience made it harder. The best she could do was lower her voice so the others wouldn’t hear. “But . . . she loves you. She’s worried about you. What happened . . . with us being able to save you? Well, a lot of it was because of her.”

  “You saved me.”

  “I only did the final piece. The rest . . . well, Rose did, um, a lot.” Say, like, organizing a prison break and releasing fugitives.

  Dimitri turned from Lissa, and the fire that had briefly lit his features faded. He walked over to the side of the cell and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then opened them.

  “Anyone but her,” he repeated. “Not after what I did to her. I did a lot of things . . . horrible things.” He turned his hands palm-up and stared at them for a moment, like he could see blood. “What I did to her was worst of all—especially because it was her. She came to save me from that state, and I . . .” He shook his head. “I did terrible things to her. Terrible things to others. I can’t face her after that. What I did was unforgivable.”

  “It’s not,” said Lissa urgently. “It wasn’t you. Not really. She’ll forgive you.”

  “No. There’s no forgiveness for me—not after what I did. I don’t deserve her, don’t deserve to even be around her. The only thing I can do . . .” He walked back over to Lissa, and to the astonishment of both of us, he fell to his knees before her. “The only thing I can do—the only redemption I can try for—is to pay you back for saving me.”

  “Dimitri,” she began uneasily, “I told you—”

  “I felt that power. In that moment, I felt you bring my soul back. I felt you heal it. That’s a debt I can’t ever repay, but I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life trying.” He was looking up at her, that enraptured look back on his face.

  “I don’t want that. There’s nothing to repay.”

  “There’s everything to pay,” he argued. “I owe you my life—my soul. It’s the only way I can come close to ever redeeming myself for all the things I did. It’s still not enough . . . but it’s all I can do.” He clasped his hands. “I swear, whatever you need, anything—if it’s in my power—I’ll do it. I’ll serve and protect you for the rest of my life. I’ll do whatever you ask. You have my loyalty forever.”

  Again, Lissa started to say she didn’t want that, but then a canny thought came to mind. “Will you see Rose?”

  He grimaced. “Anything but that.”

  “Dimitri—”

  “Please. I’ll do anything else for you, but if I see her . . . it’ll hurt too much.”

  That was probably the only reason that could have made Lissa drop the subject. That and the desperate, dejected look on Dimitri’s face. It was one she had never seen before, one I’d never seen before either. He’d always been so invincible in my eyes, and this sign of vulnerability didn’t make him seem weaker to me. It simply made him more complex. It made me love him more—and want to help him.

  Lissa could only give him a small nod as answer before one of the guardians in charge said she had to leave. Dimitri was still on his knees as they escorted her out, staring after her with an expression that said she was the closest to any hope he had left in this world.

  My heart twisted with both sorrow and jealousy—and a bit of anger too. I was the one he should have looked at that way. How dare he? How dare he act like Lissa was the greatest thing in the world? She’d done a lot to save him, true, but I was the one who’d traveled around the globe for him. I was the one who had continually risked my life for him. Most importantly, I was the one who loved him. How could he turn his back on that?

  Both Lissa and I were confused and upset as she left the building. Both of us were distraught over Dimitri’s state. Despite how angry I was over his refusal to see me, I still felt horrible at seeing him so low. It killed me. He’d never acted that way before. After the Academy’s attack, he had certainly been sad and had grieved over that loss. This was a different kind of despair. It was a deep sense of depression and guilt that he didn’t feel he could escape from. Both Lissa and I were shocked by that. Dimitri had always been a man of action, someone ready to get up after a tragedy and fight the next battle.

  But this? This was unlike anything we’d ever seen in him, and Lissa and I had wildly varying ideas on how to solve it. Her gentler, sympathetic approach was to keep talking to him while also calmly persuading Court officials that Dimitri was no longer a threat. My solution to this problem was to go to Dimitri, no matter what he claimed he wanted. I’d busted in and out of a prison. Getting into a jail cell should be cake. I was still certain that once he saw me, he’d have a change of heart about all this redemption stuff. How could he truly think I wouldn’t forgive him? I loved him. I understood. And as far as convincing officials that he wasn’t dangerous . . . well, my method there was a little fuzzy still, but I had a feeling it would involve a lot of yelling and beating on doors.

  Lissa knew perfectly well that I had observed her encounter with Dimitri, so she didn’t feel obligated to come see me, not when she knew they could still use her over at the medical center. She’d heard Adrian had nearly collapsed with all the magic he’d wielded to help others. It seemed so uncharacteristic of him, so unselfish . . . he’d done amazing deeds, at great cost to himself.

  Adrian.

  There was a problem. I hadn’t had a chance to see him since getting back after the warehouse fight. And aside from hearing about him healing others, I really hadn’t thought about him at all. I’d said that if Dimitri really could be saved, it didn’t mean the end of Adrian and me. Yet, Dimitri had barely been back twenty-four hours, and here I was, already obsessing ov—

  “Lissa?”

  Despite the fact that I’d pulled back to my own mind, part of me was still absentmindedly following along with Lissa. Christian was standing outside the medical center, leaning against its wall. From his posture, it appeared as though he’d been there for a while waiting for something—or rather, someone.

  She came to a halt, and inexplicably, all thoughts of Dimitri vanished from her mind. Oh, come on. I wanted those two to patch things up, but we had no time for this. Dimitri’s fate was a lot more important than bantering with Christian.

  Christian didn’t look like he was in a snarky mood, though. His expression was curious and concerned as he regarded her. “How are you feeling?” he asked. They hadn’t talked to each other since the ride back, and she’d been largely incoherent during a lot of it.

  “Fine.” She touched her face absentmindedly. “Adrian healed me.”

  “I guess he is good for something.” Okay, maybe Christian was feeling a little snarky today. But only a little.

  “Adrian’s good for lots of things,” she said, though she couldn’t help a small smile. “He ran himself into the ground here all night.”

  “What about you? I know how you are. As soon as you were up and around, you were probably right there beside him.”

  She shook her head. “No. After he healed me, I went to see Dimitri.”

  All mirth disappeared from Christian’s face. “You’ve talked to him?”

  “Twice now. But yeah. I have.”

  “And?”

  “And what?”

  “What’s he like?”

  “He’s like Dim
itri.” She suddenly frowned, reconsidering her words. “Well . . . not quite like Dimitri.”

  “What, does he still have some Strigoi in him?” Christian straightened up, blue eyes flashing. “If he’s still dangerous, you have no business going near—”

  “No!” she exclaimed. “He’s not dangerous. And . . .” She took a few steps forward, returning his glare. “Even if he was, you have no business telling me what I can or can’t do!”

  Christian sighed dramatically. “And here I thought Rose was the only one who threw herself into stupid situations, regardless of whether they might kill her.”

  Lissa’s anger flared up rapidly, likely because of all the spirit she’d been using. “Hey, you didn’t have any issues helping me stake Dimitri! You trained me for it.”

  “That was different. We were in a bad situation already, and if things went wrong . . . well, I could have incinerated him.” Christian regarded her from head to toe, and there was something in his gaze . . . something that seemed like more than just objective assessment. “But I didn’t have to. You were amazing. You made the hit. I didn’t know if you could, but you did . . . and the fire . . . You didn’t flinch at all, but it must have been awful. . . .”

  There was a catch in his voice as he spoke, like he was only now truly assessing the consequences of what might have happened to Lissa. His concern and admiration made her flush, and she tilted her head—an old trick—so that the pieces of hair that had escaped from her ponytail would fall forward and hide her face. There was no need for it. Christian was now staring pointedly at the ground.

  “I had to do it,” she said at last. “I had to see if it was possible.”

  He looked up. “And it was . . . right? There really isn’t any trace of Strigoi?”

  “None. I’m positive. But no one believes it.”

  “Can you blame them? I mean, I helped out with it and I wanted it to be true . . . but I’m not sure I ever really, truly thought someone could come back from that.” He glanced away again, his gaze resting on a lilac bush. Lissa could smell its scent, but the distant and troubled look on his face told her that his thoughts weren’t on nature. Neither were they on Dimitri, I realized. He was thinking about his parents. What if there’d been spirit users around when the Ozeras had turned Strigoi? What if there had been a way to save them?

  Lissa, not guessing what I had, remarked, “I don’t even know that I believed either. But as soon as it happened, well . . . I knew. I know. There’s no Strigoi in him. I have to help him. I have to make others realize it. I can’t let them lock him up forever—or worse.” Getting Dimitri out of the warehouse without the other guardians staking him had been no easy feat for her, and she shivered recalling those first few seconds after his change when everyone had been shouting to kill him.

  Christian turned back and met her eyes curiously. “What did you mean when you said he was like Dimitri but not like Dimitri?”

  Her voice trembled a little when she spoke. “He’s . . . sad.”

  “Sad? Seems like he should be happy he was saved.”

  “No . . . you don’t understand. He feels awful about everything he did as a Strigoi. Guilty, depressed. He’s punishing himself for it because he doesn’t think he can be forgiven.”

  “Holy shit,” said Christian, clearly caught off guard. A few Moroi girls had walked by just then and looked scandalized at his swearing. They hurried off, whispering among themselves. Christian ignored them. “But he couldn’t help it—”

  “I know, I know. I already went over it with him.”

  “Can Rose help?”

  “No,” Lissa said bluntly.

  Christian waited, apparently hoping she’d elaborate. He grew annoyed when she didn’t. “What do you mean she can’t? She should be able to help us more than anyone!”

  “I don’t want to get into it.” My situation with Dimitri bothered her a lot. That made two of us. Lissa turned toward the medical building. It looked regal and castle-like on the outside, but it housed a facility as sterile and modern as any hospital. “Look, I need to get inside. And don’t look at me like that.”

  “Like what?” he demanded, taking a few steps toward her.

  “That disapproving, pissed-off look you get when you don’t get your way.”

  “I don’t have that look!”

  “You have it right now.” She backed away from him, moving toward the center’s door. “If you want the whole story, we can talk later, but I don’t have the time . . . and honestly . . . I don’t really feel like telling it.”

  That pissed-off look—and she was right, he did have it—faded a little. Almost nervously, he said, “Okay. Later then. And Lissa . . .”

  “Hmm?”

  “I’m glad you’re all right. What you did last night . . . well, it really was amazing.”

  Lissa stared at him for several heavy seconds, her heart rate rising slightly as she watched a light breeze ruffle his black hair. “I couldn’t have done it without your help,” she said at last. With that, she turned and went inside, and I returned completely to my own head.

  And like earlier, I was at a loss. Lissa would be busy the rest of the day, and standing and yelling in the guardians’ office wouldn’t really help me get to Dimitri. Well, I supposed there was the off chance I might annoy them so much that they’d throw me in jail too. Then Dimitri and I would be next to each other. I promptly dismissed that plan, fearing the only thing it would land me with was more filing.

  What could I do? Nothing. I needed to see him again but didn’t know how. I hated not having a plan. Lissa’s encounter with Dimitri hadn’t been nearly long enough for me, and anyway, I felt it was important to take him in through my eyes, not hers. And oh, that sadness . . . that utter look of hopelessness. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to hold him, to tell him everything would be okay. I wanted to tell him I forgave him and that we’d make everything like it used to be. We could be together, just the way we planned . . .

  The thought brought tears to my eyes, and left alone with my frustration and inactivity, I returned to my room and flounced onto the bed. Alone, I could finally let loose the sobs I’d been holding in since last night. I didn’t even entirely know what I was crying for. The trauma and blood of the last day. My own broken heart. Dimitri’s sorrow. The cruel circumstances that had ruined our lives. Really, there were a lot of choices.

  I stayed in my room for a good part of the day, lost in my own grief and restlessness. Over and over, I replayed Lissa’s meeting with Dimitri, what he’d said and how he looked. I lost track of time, and it took a knock at the door to snap me out of my own suffocating emotions.

  Hastily rubbing an arm over my eyes, I opened the door to find Adrian standing out there. “Hey,” I said, a little surprised by his presence—not to mention guilty, considering I’d been moping over another guy. I wasn’t ready to face Adrian yet, but it appeared I had no choice now. “Do you . . . do you want to come in?”

  “Wish I could, little dhampir.” He seemed to be in a hurry, not like he’d come to have a relationship talk. “But this is just a drop-by visit to issue an invitation.”

  “Invitation?” I asked. My mind was still on Dimitri. Dimitri, Dimitri, Dimitri.

  “An invitation to a party.”

  NINETEEN

  “ARE YOU CRAZY?” I ASKED.

  He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.

  I sighed and tried again. “A party? That’s pushing it, even for you. People just died! Guardians. Priscilla Voda.” Not to mention, people had just come back from the dead. Probably best to leave that part out. “This isn’t the time to get trashed and play beer pong.”

  I expected Adrian to say that it was always a good time for beer pong, but he remained serious. “Actually, it’s because people died that there’s going to be a party. It’s not a kegger type. Maybe party’s not even the right word. It’s a . . .” He frowned, grasping at words. “A special event. An elite one.”

/>   “All royal parties are elite ones,” I pointed out.

  “Yeah, but not every royal is invited to this. It’s the . . . well, elite of the elite.”

  That really wasn’t helping. “Adrian—”

  “No, listen.” He made that familiar gesture of his that indicated frustration, running his hand through his hair. “It’s not so much a party as a ceremony. An old, old tradition from . . . I don’t know. Romania, I think. They call it the Death Watch. But it’s a way to honor the dead, a secret that’s been passed on through the oldest bloodlines.”

  Flashbacks of a destructive secret society at St. Vladimir’s came back to me. “This isn’t some Mânã thing, is it?”

  “No, I swear. Please, Rose. I’m not all that into it either, but my mom’s making me go, and I’d really like it if you were there with me.”

  Elite and bloodline were warning words to me. “Will there be other dhampirs there?”

  “No.” He then added quickly, “But I made arrangements for some people you’ll approve of to be there. It’ll make it better for both of us.”

  “Lissa?” I guessed. If ever there was an esteemed bloodline, hers was it.

  “Yeah. I just ran into her at the medical center. Her reaction was about like yours.”

  That made me smile. It also piqued my interest. I wanted to talk to her more about what had happened during her visit to Dimitri and knew she’d been avoiding me because of it. If going to some silly royal ritual or whatever it was could get me to her, then so much the better.

  “Who else?”

  “People you’ll like.”

  “Fine. Be mysterious. I’ll go to your cult meeting.”

  That earned me a return smile. “Hardly a cult, little dhampir. It really is a way to pay last respects to the people killed in that fight.” He reached out and ran a hand along my cheek. “And I’m glad . . . God, I’m so glad you weren’t one of them. You don’t know. . . .” His voice caught, the flippant smile trembling for a moment before stabilizing again. “You don’t know how worried I was. Every minute you were gone, every minute I didn’t know what had happened to you . . . it was agony. And even after I heard you were okay, I kept asking everyone at the medical center what they knew. Had they seen you fight, did you get hurt . . .”