Stake outs were never comfortable. Especially not when it had started pouring rain and they'd been forced to take shelter in the tiny public library across the street from Donovan's piercing pagoda storefront ( Read more... )

Even in the world of the Moroi, Sunday was a day of rest. The field experience also took the night off, both for the sake of the tired teens and their battered and bruised teachers ( Read more... )

The testing of the novices had been going well. Dimitri had participated in a number of surprise assaults and while he had effectively 'killed' a number of novices in his role as 'Strigoi,' the students had been taking their roles seriously and attacked him without mercy ( Read more... )

There was nothing wrong with watching television, especially after an interesting start to a day that eventually involved training and work, but it seemed every time Dimitri took the initiative to turn on the television, he ended up watching the most horrific things possible. So he was thrilled when his phone rang midway through a program about a ( Read more... )

For Dimitri, this trip to the Moroi Court had been planned well in advance. Knowing how things ran, he'd contacted a few friends a week earlier and arranged for an evening not sitting in his room reading a book. It should have been less shocking that Dimitri knew people than it was that he willingly hung out with them during their off hours. ( Read more... )

Protecting Rose was on the forefront of Dimitri's mind as he packed and mentally prepared himself for the trial to come. He knew their relationship was complicated and that at the end of the day, it was his fault there was anything between them. He was supposed to have been the adult here, the one who always said no, who always shut her down and ( Read more... )

After the revolting towels earlier in the week, a Sunday afternoon doing laundry was in order. Just in case. Normally, running the washer and dryer was a boring, mindless chore, but today the simple act had thrown Dimitri for a loop. With a shake of his head, he looked from the pile of clean, warmed clothes that required folding to the tiny, wet ( Read more... )

It hadn't been a problem for Dimitri to escort Lissa and Yuri back to Montana; it just meant he was in for a long day making the round trip just in time to meet up with Adrian at Caritas ( Read more... )

Being on call was just as boring as it sounded. Dimitri was dressed in a typical guardian black suit with his hair pulled back in a ponytail, his stake holstered in place, and his cell charged and ready for the ringtone of duty at any moment ( Read more... )