also switching languages. He gave me a quick assessment in the way guys often do, but when he turned back to Viktoria, it was clear who the object of his affections was. “You should bring Rose to Marina’s party. It’s Sunday night.” He hesitated, turning a bit shy. “You’re going, aren’t you?”
Viktoria turned thoughtful, and I realized she was completely oblivious to his crush. “I’ll be there, but . . .” She turned to me. “Will you still be around?”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But I’ll go if I’m still here. What kind of party is it?”
“Marina’s a friend from school,” explained Viktoria. “We’re just going to get together and celebrate before we go back.”
“To school?” I asked stupidly. Somehow, it had never occurred to me that the dhampirs out here would be in school.
“We’re on break right now,” said Nikolai. “For Easter.”
“Oh.” It was late April, but I had no clue what day Easter fell on this year. I’d lost track of the days. It hadn’t happened yet, so their school must have their break the week before Easter. St. Vladimir’s took its vacation afterward. “Where is your school?”
“It’s about three hours away. Even more remote than here.” Viktoria made a face.
“Baia’s not so bad,” teased Nikolai.
“Easy for you to say. You’ll eventually leave and go see new and exciting places.”
“Can’t you?” I asked her.
She frowned, suddenly uncomfortable. “Well, I could . . . but that’s not how we do it here—at least not in my family. Grandmother has some . . . strong opinions about men and women. Nikolai will be a guardian, but I’ll stay here with my family.”
Nikolai suddenly gave me a new appraisal. “Are you a guardian?”
“Ah, well.” Now I was the uncomfortable one.
Viktoria spoke before I could come up with anything to say. “She killed two Strigoi outside of town. By herself.”
He looked impressed. “You are a guardian.”
“Well, no . . . I’ve killed before, but I’m not actually sworn.” Turning around, I lifted up my hair to show them my neck. In addition to all my regular molnija marks, I also had the little star-shaped tattoo that meant I’d been in a battle. They both gasped, and Nikolai said something in Russian. I let my hair drop and looked back. “What?”
“You’re . . .” Viktoria bit her lip, eyes contemplative as she groped for what she wanted to say. “Unpromised? I don’t know the English word.”
“Unpromised?” I said. “I guess . . . but technically, aren’t all the women here?”
“Even if we aren’t guardians, we still get marks showing we completed our training. No promise mark, though. For you to have killed so many Strigoi and have no loyalties to a school or the guardians . . .” Viktoria shrugged. “We call it being unpromised—it’s a strange thing.”
“It’s strange where I come from too,” I admitted. Unheard of, really. So much so, that we didn’t have a term for it. It just wasn’t done.
“I should let you two go,” said Nikolai, his lovesick eyes back on Viktoria. “But I’ll see you at Marina’s for sure? Maybe sooner?”
“Yes,” she agreed. They said their farewells in Russian, and then he loped off across the street with the kind of easy, athletic grace guardians often acquired with training. It reminded me a bit of Dimitri’s.
“I must have scared him off,” I said.
“No, he thinks you’re exciting.”
“Not as exciting as he thinks you are.”
Her eyebrows rose. “What?”
“He likes you . . . I mean, really likes. Can’t you tell?”
“Oh. We’re just friends.”
I could tell from her attitude that she meant it. She was completely indifferent to him, which was too bad. He was cute and nice. Letting poor Nikolai go, I brought up the guardians again. I was intrigued by the different attitudes around here. “You said you can’t . . . but do you want to be a guardian?”
She hesitated. “I’ve never really
Viktoria turned thoughtful, and I realized she was completely oblivious to his crush. “I’ll be there, but . . .” She turned to me. “Will you still be around?”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But I’ll go if I’m still here. What kind of party is it?”
“Marina’s a friend from school,” explained Viktoria. “We’re just going to get together and celebrate before we go back.”
“To school?” I asked stupidly. Somehow, it had never occurred to me that the dhampirs out here would be in school.
“We’re on break right now,” said Nikolai. “For Easter.”
“Oh.” It was late April, but I had no clue what day Easter fell on this year. I’d lost track of the days. It hadn’t happened yet, so their school must have their break the week before Easter. St. Vladimir’s took its vacation afterward. “Where is your school?”
“It’s about three hours away. Even more remote than here.” Viktoria made a face.
“Baia’s not so bad,” teased Nikolai.
“Easy for you to say. You’ll eventually leave and go see new and exciting places.”
“Can’t you?” I asked her.
She frowned, suddenly uncomfortable. “Well, I could . . . but that’s not how we do it here—at least not in my family. Grandmother has some . . . strong opinions about men and women. Nikolai will be a guardian, but I’ll stay here with my family.”
Nikolai suddenly gave me a new appraisal. “Are you a guardian?”
“Ah, well.” Now I was the uncomfortable one.
Viktoria spoke before I could come up with anything to say. “She killed two Strigoi outside of town. By herself.”
He looked impressed. “You are a guardian.”
“Well, no . . . I’ve killed before, but I’m not actually sworn.” Turning around, I lifted up my hair to show them my neck. In addition to all my regular molnija marks, I also had the little star-shaped tattoo that meant I’d been in a battle. They both gasped, and Nikolai said something in Russian. I let my hair drop and looked back. “What?”
“You’re . . .” Viktoria bit her lip, eyes contemplative as she groped for what she wanted to say. “Unpromised? I don’t know the English word.”
“Unpromised?” I said. “I guess . . . but technically, aren’t all the women here?”
“Even if we aren’t guardians, we still get marks showing we completed our training. No promise mark, though. For you to have killed so many Strigoi and have no loyalties to a school or the guardians . . .” Viktoria shrugged. “We call it being unpromised—it’s a strange thing.”
“It’s strange where I come from too,” I admitted. Unheard of, really. So much so, that we didn’t have a term for it. It just wasn’t done.
“I should let you two go,” said Nikolai, his lovesick eyes back on Viktoria. “But I’ll see you at Marina’s for sure? Maybe sooner?”
“Yes,” she agreed. They said their farewells in Russian, and then he loped off across the street with the kind of easy, athletic grace guardians often acquired with training. It reminded me a bit of Dimitri’s.
“I must have scared him off,” I said.
“No, he thinks you’re exciting.”
“Not as exciting as he thinks you are.”
Her eyebrows rose. “What?”
“He likes you . . . I mean, really likes. Can’t you tell?”
“Oh. We’re just friends.”
I could tell from her attitude that she meant it. She was completely indifferent to him, which was too bad. He was cute and nice. Letting poor Nikolai go, I brought up the guardians again. I was intrigued by the different attitudes around here. “You said you can’t . . . but do you want to be a guardian?”
She hesitated. “I’ve never really
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