With everything else going on this weekend, Rose had been able to convince herself that she didn't need to tell Dimitri about her plans until the last minute. Now...wasn't the last minute but she was starting to wonder if she maybe should let him in on the whole 'let's go to Russia' plan ( Read more... )

Rose was exhausted. The stupid ‘hearing’ kept getting pushed back which meant she was basically giving the Moroi servants breaks as she did all sorts of boring as hell manual labor that didn’t have anything to do with the job she was trained for. Still she was supposed to be proving she was trustworthy so...she was trying. Mostly ( Read more... )

They were staying in a pyramid. When going to Las Vegas, you might as well, Rose supposed, but concentrating on the weirdness of the fact they were staying in a pyramid kept Rose afloat and able to push back the after-effects of the huge amount of spirit Lissa had used in the prison break. Mostly at least, she could feel the impending rage shake ( Read more... )

Rose was getting a little bit sick of going to cool places and not getting to enjoy them at all. First Russia and now Chile. The other thing these two had in common was a language she wasn’t exactly...fluent in. Why couldn’t they speak Russian in Chile? She could get by in Russian ( Read more... )

When Rose woke up, her head was pounding. It wasn't surprising really given that Dimitri's fist had smashed into it - Dimitri. She sat up quickly, looking around the darkened room and trying to figure out where she was. Only her head hurt. Her stomach was fine so there weren't any Strigoi around ( Read more... )