Rose Hathaway wasn't what people call vulnerable; she was what people comment about being dependable, strong, and brave. She was a Badass. Yet, throughout the whole day, when she finally went back to her room, all she could do was broke down and cry. She was utterly disgraced by Dimitri. He had abandoned her and went to be Tasha Ozera's guardian. Her cries and begging didn't even earn one last kiss or farewell goodbye, yet all he did at that moment was pushed her away and say those harsh words. Her memory was crammed into her head as she felt silver teardrops flowed down her fair skin, and hung dangerously on her deep dark eyelashes. The moonlight reflected from the small window of her dorm onto her seemed to have sympathy on her, as it looked like a half crescent moon, when it should be full moon. The moon shone vibrantly that night. She remembered his act of promise. It throbbed her to the very core. " We will meet soon, I guess. Right at this moment, I need to be with her." Her. Why can't he be with her? She was too busy pleading him to come back to her, as she tugged at his pants on the carpeted-floor of the school gym. He probably wouldn't even come back for her. No, he will. Would he? She yelled to the private space of her dorm, wasn't life unfair? Her whole life was entitled to be those bloody bloodsuckers' protector. And she can't even have offspring with her own kind. She needs to go to them. Fuck. Karma is a real bitch. A sloppy kiss sound erupted from the quiet hallway to her dorm, followed by an 'arrgh' sound. She remembered that voice. That voice that she liked the most. Angelic. The softest and most erotic voice she had ever heard. Even Dimitri deep husky voice that was tinged with the hot Russian accent couldn't compare.
She peeked out of her warm spread of blankets that had blotches of cerulean in comparison to her usually pale blue blanket. Her tears had wetted them. She slipped easily out of her singles' bed and opened the door slightly. Outside stood Adrian Ivashkov half-carried by Camille Conta. He slipped out of her long pale hands dropped to the floor. He was insanely drunk. Waves of jealousy, confusion and utterly desires for him flooded her.