Underneath Natalie's rambling was the seed of suspicion, and Lissa picked up on it. Natalie probably never would have dreamed of compulsion, but Lissa couldn't risk innocent questions turning into something more. "You know what?" she interrupted. "Maybe I will swing by Erin's after all. I bet Carly's hair won't take that long."
The offer derailed Natalie's train of thought. "Really? Oh wow, that would be great. She was telling me how sad she was that you're not around as much anymore, and I told her..."
On it went. Lissa continued her compulsion and return to popularity. I watched it all quietly, always worrying, even though her efforts were starting to reduce the stares and gossip about me.
"This is going to backfire," I whispered to her in church one day. "Someone's going to start wondering and asking questions."
"Stop being so melodramatic. Power shifts all the time around here."
"Not like this."
"You don't think my winning personality could do this on its own?"
"Of course I do, but if Christian spotted it right away, then someone else will - "
My words were interrupted when two guys farther down the pew suddenly exploded into snickers. Glancing up, I saw them looking right at me, not even bothering to hide their smirks.
Looking away, I tried to ignore them, suddenly hoping the priest would start up soon. But Lissa returned their looks, and a sudden fierceness flashed across her face. She didn't say a word, but their smiles grew smaller under her heavy gaze.
"Tell her you're sorry," she told them. "And make sure she believes it."
A moment later, they practically fell all over themselves apologizing to me and begging for forgiveness. I couldn't believe it. She'd used compulsion in public - in church, of all places. And on two people at the same time.
They finally exhausted their supply of apologies, but Lissa wasn't finished.
"That's the best you can do?" she snapped.
Their eyes widened in alarm, both terrified that they'd angered her.
"Liss," I said quickly, touching her arm. "It's okay I, uh, accept their apologies."
Her face still radiated disapproval, but she finally nodded. The guys slumped in relief.
Yikes. I'd never felt so relieved to have a service start. Through the bond, I felt a sort of dark satisfaction coming from Lissa. It was uncharacteristic for her, and I didn't like it.
Needing to distract myself from her troubling behavior, I studied other people as I so often did. Nearby, Christian openly watched Lissa, a troubled look on his face. When he saw me, he scowled and turned away.
Dimitri sat in the back as usual, for once not scanning every corner for danger. His attention was turned inward, his expression almost pained. I still didn't know why he came to church. He always seemed to be wrestling with something.
In the front, the priest was talking about St. Vladimir again.
"His spirit was strong, and he was truly gifted by God. When he touched them, the crippled walked, and the blind could see. Where he walked, flowers bloomed."
Man, the Moroi needed to get more saints -
Healing cripples and blind people?
I'd forgotten all about St. Vladimir. Mason had mentioned Vladimir bringing people back from the dead, and it had reminded me of Lissa at the time. Then other things had distracted me. I hadn't thought about the saint or his "shadow-kissed" guardian - and their bond - in a while. How could I have overlooked this? Ms. Karp, I realized, wasn't the only other Moroi who could heal like Lissa. Vladimir could too.
"And all the while, the masses gathered to him, loving him, eager to follow his teachings and hear him preach the word of God..."
Turning, I stared at Lissa. She gave me a puzzled look. "What?"
I didn't get a chance to elaborate - I don't even know if I could have formed the words - because I was whisked back to my prison almost as soon as I stood up at the end of the service.
Back in my room, I went online to research St. Vladimir but turned up nothing useful. Damn it. Mason had skimmed the books in the library and said there was little there. What did that leave me with? I had no way of learning more about that dusty old saint.
Or did I? What had Christian said that first day with Lissa?
Over there, we have an old box full of the writings of the blessed and crazy St. Vladimir.
The storage room above the chapel. It had the writings. Christian had pointed them out. I needed to look at them, but how? I couldn't ask the priest. How would he react if he found out students were going up there? It'd put an end to Christian's lair. But maybe...maybe Christian himself could help.
It was Sunday, though, and I wouldn't see him until tomorrow afternoon. Even then, I didn't know if I'd get a chance to talk to him alone.
While heading out to practice later, I stopped in the dorm's kitchen to grab a granola bar. As I did, I passed a couple of novice guys, Miles and Anthony. Miles whistled when he saw me.
"How's it been going, Rose? You getting lonely? Want some company?"
Anthony laughed. "I can't bite you, but I can give you something else you want."
I had to pass through the doorway they stood in to get outside. Glaring, I pushed past, but Miles caught me around the waist, his hand sliding down to my butt.
"Get your hands off my ass before I break your face," I told him, jerking away. In doing so, I only bumped into Anthony.
"Come on," Anthony said, "I thought you didn't have a problem taking on two guys at the same time."
A new voice spoke up. "If you guys don't walk away right now, I'll take both of you on." Mason. My hero.
"You're so full of it, Ashford," said Miles. He was the bigger of the two and left me to go square off with Mason. Anthony backed off from me, more interested in whether or not there'd be a fight. There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask.
"Are you doing her too?" Miles asked Mason. "You don't want to share?"
"Say one more word about her, and I'll rip your head off."
"Why? She's just a cheap blood - "
Mason punched him. It didn't rip Miles' head off or even cause anything to break or bleed, but it looked like it hurt. His eyes widened, and he lunged toward Mason. The sound of doors opening in the hall caused everyone to freeze. Novices got in a lot of trouble for fighting.
"Probably some guardians coming." Mason grinned. "You want them to know you were beating up on a girl?"
Miles and Anthony exchanged glances. "Come on," Anthony said. "Let's go. We don't have time for this."