Eventually I sighed, "fine. But only for you, our family, and our future family detka." (baby)
Turning back to my elder sestra I said, "you should be very thankful to and for Roza moya. Because if it weren't for her begging me to forgive you, I would not. I love you Sonja I really do, but Roza is my soul mate, and I will not ever put anyone before her ever again. EVER." I intentionally growled at my sestra. (sister, my, sister)
"Almost anyone Mitya." Angel moya insisted reminding me about our future children.
"Right you are angel moya, right you are." (my)
Hoping to move the conversation along, my mother said, "please finish what you were saying Roza." Then she turned to my sestra and gave her a look that more or less said, 'keep your mouth shut if you can't say something nice.' (sister)
"Right, as I was saying, he told Kirova about the bond that Lissa and I have. He had only known us for a few hours and watched us for a few days before that. But he had managed to figure out something about us that no one at the academy had figured out in all those months between the crash and when we left." She turned and smiled that heart breakingly beautiful smile of hers at me before turning back to my mother and continuing on with her... our story.
"She called him a liar, and I have no words to describe, I couldn't ever even begin to explain, just how infuriated that her doing that made me. I almost jumped up over her desk and beat her to within an inch of her life. I even had a flash in my mind of me jumping over her desk and then banging that... heifers head on that same desk until she lost consciousness."
My whole family, except for my babushka, gasped at that information. I never would have guessed that by the way that she was behaving. I had seen her tense when that happened and now, I guess I know why.
"And I probably would have done just that, if Lissa hadn't been trying to talk me down and sending me positive reinforcing and calming feelings and emotions through the bond. And holding onto my hand with a restraining but gentle hand of her own."
"Really?" I asked, still completely stupefied that her attachment and protective instincts towards me had started that early on. I mean I know that mine for her started even before we'd ever actually come face to face for the very first time. The very first time that I had ever seen her have to let Lissa feed from her as a matter of a fact. Seeing her so willing to allow her friend to feed from her in order to keep her safe and alive. That right there told me a huge amount about not only her love for Lissa. But her dedication to what I thought was her 'duty' to her moroi. Only she hadn't done it out of a sense of 'duty', although she has a very high sense of that, no she did it out or her love for her sestra Lissa. There was soo many things that I saw her do while we were watching them that gave me a real sense of the real true honest her. But regardless of all of that I had never, and never would have, guessed that her attachment to ME had started that early on. But then I always seem to underestimate not only the depth and breadth of her love for me but also her devotion to me. As well as how long she has felt it.
She smiled at me so shyly but also sooo breathtakingly beautiful that it did just that, it took my yeblya breath away. "Yeah, I was already very protective and possessive of you. When I woke up handcuffed to the doorhandle of that SUV and then you got out to fight those strigoi that attacked our caravan. I was scared to freaking death for you, not to mention just how very VERY pissed off at you that I was for not unlocking me so that I could have your back. Me, not anyone else. I didn't feel as if anyone else could watch your back the way that I wanted to." She shook her head. (fucking)
"But then, thank God, you came back. And no matter how relieved I was that you were all right and back with me, more or less. I wanted to slap the living crap out of you for leaving me there."
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The way that it should have been
RomanceIt is CHRISTmas time at the academy, which as we know means a trip to the ski lodge. But what will happen to the gang after the attack on the Badica's and Art Schoenberg's death? Will there be more deaths of those we all know and love and love to ha...