Blood Promise Chapter Fourteen

The experience with Denis left me considerably more confounded than previously. It was a stunning representation of Mark's notice, a sign of what I also may become in the event that I wasn't cautious. I wasn't generally equivalent to Denis, right? I wasn't erratically looking for risk. I was looking for danger†¦ well, which is as it should be. I needed to satisfy the guarantee I'd made to discover Dimitri. Possibly it was self-destructive and I was just misleading myself into speculation it was respectable. Viktoria left me little chance to ruminate. Later that night, as the family was settling down in the lounge room after an abundant excess food, she talkatively asked Olena, â€Å"Can I head toward Marina's? She's hosting a get-together before we return to school.† Goodness. It looked like Abe and the Alchemists weren't the main ones keeping privileged insights around here. I looked among Olena and Viktoria's countenances, inquisitive concerning how this would play out. Olena and Yeva were both sewing, yet Yeva didn't turn upward. Viktoria had spoken in English. Olena's face turned mindful. â€Å"You need to leave early tomorrow to return to school.† â€Å"I know. In any case, I can rest on the transport. Every other person will be there tonight.† â€Å"? ®Everyone else' is certifiably not a persuading argument,† sneered Olena. â€Å"They'll all be worn out tomorrow too,† answered Viktoria, smiling. â€Å"You'll miss your last night with Rose.† â€Å"I'll spend time with her after I get back.† â€Å"Great. Furthermore, remain up even later.† â€Å"Not that late. I'll be back by two.† â€Å"Absolutely not. You'll be back by midnight.† Olena come back to her sewing. However, that had been authorization in the event that I'd at any point heard it. Viktoria took a gander at the clock. It was right around eight thirty. Her face disclosed to me she was distraught about the check in time, yet she evidently chose to take what she could get. Karolina gave us an odd look as we left the room yet stayed quiet. Sonya and Paul, engaged in TV, scarcely saw our flight. I needed to discover what was happening. â€Å"Okay,† I said once we were going upstairs, â€Å"what gives? I figured you weren't going to Marina's.† Viktoria smiled and coaxed me into her room. I'd as of late took in her room used to be Dimitri's, and each time I was in here, I needed to fight the temptation to go cover myself in the bed, despite the fact that I realized the sheets had been washed on many occasions since those days. By one way or another, I could envision them possessing an aroma like Dimitri and feeling warm as if we were both lying there together. â€Å"I'm not.† Viktoria started rifling through her storeroom and pulled out a short, sleeveless red dress with ribbon around the ties. The texture was stretchy - the benevolent that appeared as though it'd show everything. I was stunned when she started putting it on. It was entirely trashy. â€Å"Is this a joke?† Probably not. Viktoria removed her shirt and pants and pulled the dress on. She experienced no difficulty with it, however it was just as tenacious as it had showed up. She wasn't as rounded out as I was on top, yet in a dress that way, it didn't make a difference. â€Å"Okay,† I stated, getting on finally. â€Å"What's his name?† â€Å"Rolan,† she said. â€Å"Oh, Rose. He's astonishing. Furthermore, this is the latest night I'll get the chance to see him before school.† I didn't realize whether to feel cheerful for her or tragic for Nikolai. This Rolan fellow more likely than not been the explanation she was unable to care much about Nikolai. She was absolutely infatuated with another person. In any case, that dress†¦ â€Å"You should truly like him,† I watched dryly. Her eyes extended. â€Å"Do you need to meet him?† â€Å"Er, well, I would prefer not to meddle with your date†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"You won't. Simply make a trip and state hello there, okay?† It felt truly meddlesome, yet at the equivalent time†¦ well, I was somewhat inquisitive about a person who could get her to go out in that sort of outfit, especially when she began applying extremely substantial cosmetics: extra-dull eyeliner and brilliant red lipstick. So I consented to meet Rolan, and we went out as unobtrusively as possible. In spite of wearing a coat over her dress, Viktoria still would not like to run into her mom. We headed midtown, following a couple of exciting bends in the road until we wound up behind what resembled a common stockroom in a surrendered piece of town. Everything was calm, however a tall, intense looking dhampir remained by an entryway driving into the structure, his arms crossed before him. Viktoria carried us to a stop close by, saying we needed to hold up there. A moment later, a gathering of Moroi men of blended ages meandered up, visiting and chuckling. The dhampir gave them a quick overview and afterward opened the entryway for them. Light and music spilled out until the entryway shut-and all went quiet once more. â€Å"So this is Baia's mystery dhampir world,† I mumbled. She didn't hear me in light of the fact that out of nowhere, her face lit up. â€Å"There he is!† She highlighted two drawing closer folks. Both were Moroi. All things considered, who knew? Viktoria's mystery beau wasn't a dhampir. I speculated that wasn't excessively stunning, truly, however the manner in which she'd dressed today around evening time despite everything irritated me. She gave him a savage embrace and presented us. His companion was named Sergey, and he grinned amenably before hustling inside where he was clearly meeting a young lady as well. I needed to give Viktoria credit: Rolan was hot. His hair was dim coppery, delicate and wavy. The green of his eyes helped me-horrendously to remember Adrian's. Furthermore, when he grinned at Viktoria, it was stunning. The expression all over was actually similar to Nikolai's at whatever point he was around her. Rolan took a hold of Viktoria's hands and carried them to his lips, kissing every one. Those green, green eyes looked at hers, and he mumbled something I was unable to hear. She reddened and answered in Russian. I didn't require any interpretation to realize the substance was hot and coy. As yet grinning, he looked over at me, and in spite of the fact that she'd presented us, it resembled he was seeing me just because and was intrigued. â€Å"You're new here, aren't you?† he inquired. Viktoria folded her arms over him and laid her head on his chest. â€Å"Rose is visiting. She's a companion of the family.† â€Å"Ah,† he said. â€Å"Now I caught wind of you. I had no clue such a savage Strigoi executioner would be so beautiful.† â€Å"It's a piece of the activity description,† I said dryly. â€Å"Will you be coming back to class with Viktoria?† he inquired. â€Å"No. I'll be remaining here a little longer.† I despite everything did not understand, however, in the event that â€Å"a little longer† was one hour or one year. â€Å"Hmm,† he said keenly. He thought down at Viktoria and squeezed a kiss to her hair, running his fingers along her throat. His next words were to her. â€Å"I'm happy you had the option to come here before you left. I don't have the foggiest idea how I'll get by with you so far away.† She shot. â€Å"There was no chance I could leave without seeing you one more time†¦Ã¢â‚¬  She trailed off, too defeat with feeling, and as he inclined down, hand still on her throat, I thought for a terrible second that they were going to begin making out without further ado. Luckily, the presence of a drawing nearer dhampir young lady intruded on them. Viktoria parted from Rolan and grasped the other young lady. They clearly hadn't seen each other in some time and visited quickly in Russian, overlooking Rolan and me. Liberated from her for a second, he inclined toward me. â€Å"Once Viktoria has come back to class, you'll be isolated here. Perhaps I could show you around then?† â€Å"Thanks, however I've just observed everything.† He kept that large grin on. â€Å"Of course. All things considered, at that point, maybe we could essentially get together and†¦ talk?† I could barely handle it. This person had his hands all over Viktoria thirty seconds back and was currently attempting to score plans with me the moment she left town. I was sickened and needed to control myself from accomplishing something dumb. â€Å"Sorry, however I don't think I'll be around long enough.† I got the feeling that ladies didn't deny him regularly. He glared and began to dissent, however Viktoria returned and folded herself over him once more. He read me for a few progressively perplexed seconds and afterward moved his consideration regarding her, grinning and turning on the appeal. She gobbled everything up, and keeping in mind that the two attempted to remember me for their discussion, it was clear they were completely caught up in one another. Rolan may be keen on me, however for the time being, she was a simpler objective and one that wouldn't be accessible any longer. I felt that appall bother up in me once more. The more we stood apart there, the more I understood what was happening. All the individuals going inside were Moroi folks or dhampir young ladies. What's more, the young ladies were completely dressed like Viktoria. This was a blood prostitute nook. Out of nowhere, Baia's mystery dhampir world held no intrigue. I abhorred it. I didn't need anything more than to leave. No, pause. I didn't need anything more than to leave and drag Viktoria away, in any event, kicking and shouting. Rolan was unpleasant, no inquiry, and I didn't need her anyplace close to him. However it before long turned out to be clear they weren't going to hang out in the rear entryway throughout the night. They needed to head inside and do God just comprehended what. â€Å"Viktoria,† I stated, attempting to be sensible, â€Å"are you sure you would prefer not to returned home and hang out? That is to say, I won't get the chance to see you tomorrow.† She faltered, at that point shook her head. â€Å"I won't get the chance to see Rolan either. In any case, I guarantee I'll come consider you to be soon as I return home later. We'll remain up throughout the night. Mother won't care.† I didn't have the foggiest idea what different fights to make. Rolan's restlessness, since I'd rejected him, was beginning to appear. He needed to head inside. I considered what was there†¦ a move floor? Rooms? I presumably could have gone with them to see with my own eyes, notwithstanding being underdressed-or, well, embellished the extent that measures of attire went. However I was unable to force myself to do it. For my entire life, I'd been instructed about blood prostitutes and why their li