Frostbite Chapter 6

sixerI WAS FEELING PRETTY GOOD ab tabu life when I headed to my beforehand- educate practice the next daylight. The secret gathering endure night had been exceedingly fun, and I felt proudly responsible for fighting the system and encourage Dimitri to go with Tasha. Better still, Id gotten my premiere crack at a currency stake yesterday and had proven I could handle virtuoso. High on myself, I couldnt wait to practice even more.Once I was dressed to the nines(p) in my usual workout attire, I practic all in ally skipped down to the gym. nevertheless when I stuck my head in berth the practice room from the day before, I found it dark and quiet. Flipping on the light, I pee exit around solely in case Dimitri was conducting whatsoeverwhat kind of weird, covert training exercise. Nope. Empty. No staking today.Shit, I mutte flushed.Hes not here.I yelped and nearly jumped ten feet in the air. Turning around, I looked straight into my dumbfounds narrowed brown eyes.What are you doing here? As currently as the words were out of my mouth, her appearance registered with me. A stretchy spandex fit out with dead sleeves. Loose, drawstring workout pants similar to the ones I wore. Shit, I said over again.Watch your mouth, she snapped. You might behave like you have no manners, but at least try not to sound that way.Wheres Dimitri? shielder Belikov is in bed. He just got substantiate a couple of hours past and needed to sleep.Anformer(a) exp permitive was on my lips, and I bit it back. Of cover Dimitri was asleep. Hed had to drive with Tasha to Missoula during daylight in order to be at that place during mankind shopping hours. Hed technically been up all of the Academys night and had probably still just gotten back. Ugh. I wouldnt have been so quick to encourage him to suffice her if Id known itd result in this.Well, I said hastily. I take chances that call backs practice is canceledBe quiet and put these on. She handed me some training mitts. They were similar to boxing gloves but not as abstruse and bulky. They shared the said(prenominal) purpose, however to protect your detention and keep you from gouging your opposite word with your nails.Weve been working on silver stakes, I said sulkily shoving my hands into the mitts.Well, today were doing this. Come on.Wishing Id been hit by a raft on my walk from the dorm today, I followed her out toward the center of the gym. Her permed hair was pinned up to stay out of the way, revealing the back of her neck. The scrape up there was covered in tattoos. The top one was a serpentine line the promise mark, given when guardians graduated from academies like St. Vladimirs and agreed to serve. below that were the molnija marks awarded each time a guardian killed a Strigoi. They were shape like the lightning bolts they took their name from. I couldnt gauge exact numbers, but lets just say it was a wonder my mom had any neck left(a) to tattoo. Shed wielded a lot of death in her ti me.When she reached the spot she desireed, she turned toward me and espouse an attack stance. Half expecting her to jump me then and there, I apace reverberate it.What are we doing? I asked.Basic offensive and defensive parrying. Use the red lines.Thats all? I asked.She leapt toward me. I dodgedjust barelyand tripped over my own feet in the process. Hastily, I righted myself.Well, she said in a voice that al more or less sounded sarcastic. As you come out so keen on reminding me, I havent seen you in five years. I have no idea what you can do.She moved on me again, and again I just barely kept within the lines in escaping her. That quickly became the pattern. She never really gave me the chance to go on the offensive. Or by chance I just didnt have the skills to take the offensive. I spent all my time defending myselfphysically, at least. Grudgingly, I had to acknowledge to myself that she was good. Really good. yet I surely wasnt departure to tell her that.So, what? I aske d. This is your way of qualification up for maternal negligence?This is my way of making you get dislodge of that chip on your shoulder. Youve had nothing but attitude for me since I arrived. You hope to fight? Her fist shot out and connected with my arm. Then well fight. Point.Point, I conceded, backing up to my side. I dont want to fight. Ive just been trying to maunder to you.Mouthing off to me in class isnt what Id really call talking. Point.I g protractted from the hit. When Id first begun training with Dimitri, Id complained that it wasnt fair for me to fight someone a foot taller than me. Hed pointed out that Id fight plenty of Strigoi taller than me and that the old adage was true size doesnt matter. sometimes I thought he was giving me false hope, but perspicacity from my moms performance here, I was starting to believe him.Id never actually fought anyone smaller than me. As one of the few girls in the novice classes, I trustworthy that I was almost always going to b e shorter and slimmer than my opponents. But my stupefy was smaller still and clearly had nothing but muscle jam-packed into her petite body.I have a unique style of communication, thats all, I said.You have a petty teenage delusion that youve in some way been wronged for the last seventeen years. Her foot hit my thigh. Point. When in reality, youve been treated no otherwise than any other dhampir. Better, actually. I could have sent you off to full of life with my cousins. You want to be a profligate whore? Is that what you treasured? The status blood whore always made me flinch. It was a terminal lots applied to the single dhampir mothers who decided to raise their children instead of becoming guardians. These women oftentimes had short-term affairs with Moroi men and were looked down on for iteven though there wasnt really anything else they could have done, since Moroi men usually ended up marrying Moroi women. The blood whore term came from the fact that some dhampir women let men sup blood from them during sex. In our world, only humans gave blood. A dhampir doing it was dirty and kinkyespecially during sex. I suspected only a few dhampir women actually did this, but unfairly, the term tended to get applied to all of them. I had given blood to Lissa when we had run away, and although it had been a necessary act, the stigma still stayed with me.No. Of course I dont want to be a blood whore. My breathing was becoming heavy. And theyre not all like that. Therere only a few that actually are.They admit that reputation on themselves, she growled. I dodged her strike. They should be doing their duty as guardians, not continuing to fool around and have flings with Moroi.Theyre raising their children, I grunted. I wanted to yell but couldnt waste the oxygen. Something youd know nothing about. Besides, arent you the same as they are? I dont see a ring on your finger. Wasnt my dad just a fling for you?Her face turned hard, which is reflexion something when youre already beating up your daughter. That, she said tightly, is something you know nothing about. Point.I winced at the blow but was happy to see Id struck a nerve. I had no clue who my dad was. The only bit of training I had was that he was Turkish. I might have my moms curvy come in and pretty facethough I could smugly say mine was much prettier than hers nowadaysbut the stand-in of my coloring was from him. Lightly tanned skin with dark hair and eyes.Howd it hand? I asked. Were you on some assignment in Turkey? bump into him at a local bazaar? Or was it even cheaper than that? Did you go all Darwin and select the guy most likely to pass on warrior genes to your offspring? I mean, I know you only had me because it was your duty, so I suppose you had to make sure you could give the guardians the best specimen you could. pink winemarie, she warned by dint of gritted teeth, for once in your life, shut up.Why? Am I tarnishing your unprecedented reputation? Its just lik e you told me you arent any different from any other dhampir either. You just screwed him andTheres a reason they say, Pride goeth before a fall. I was so caught up in my own cocky triumph that I stopped paying attention to my feet. I was too close to the red line. Going outside of it was another point for her, so I travel to stay within and dodge her at the same time. Unfortunately, only one of those could work. Her fist came flying at me, fast and hardand, perhaps most importantly, a bit higher than the permissable according to rules of this kind of exercise. It smacked me in the face with the function of a small truck, and I flew backward, hitting the hard gym taradiddle back-first and head-second. And I was out of the lines. Damn it.Pain cracked through the back of my head, and my vision went blurry and sparkly. Within seconds, my mother was leaning over me.Rose? Rose? Are you okay? Her voice sounded hoarse and frantic. The world swam.At some point after that, other people ca me, and I somehow wound up in the Academys med clinic. There, someone shone a light in my eyes and started asking me incredibly idiotic questions.Whats your name?What? I asked, grimace at the light.Your name. I recognized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.You know my name.I want you to tell me.Rose. Rose Hathaway.Do you know your birthday?Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?Dr. Olendzki gave an exacerbate sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. I return shes fine, I heard her tell someone. I want to keep her here for the school day, just to make sure she doesnt have a concussion. I certainly dont want her anywhere near her guardian classes.I spent the day moving in and out of sleep because Dr. Olendzki kept waking me up to do her tests. She also gave me an ice pack and told me to keep it close to my face. When the Academys classes let out, she deemed me well enough to leave.I swear, Rose, I think you should have a frequent patients card. There was a small smile on her face. little of those with chronic problems like allergies and asthma, I dont think theres any other scholarly person Ive seen here so often in such a short period of time.Thanks, I said, not really sure I wanted the honor. So, no concussion?She shook her head. No. Youre going to have some pain, though. Ill give you something for that before you go. Her smile faded, and suddenly she looked nervous. To be honest, Rose, I think most of the damage happened to, well, your face.I shot up from the bed. What do you mean most of the damage happened to my face?She gestured to the mirror above the sink on the removed side of the room. I ran over to it and looked at my reflection.Son of a skreighPurplish red splotches covered the upper portion of the left side of my face, particularly near the eye. Desperately, I turned around to face her.This is going to go away soon, right? If I keep the ice on it?She shook her head again. The ice can helpbu t Im claustrophobic youre going to have a wicked black eye. Itll probably be at its worst tomorrow but should clear up in a week or so. Youll be back to normal before long.I left the clinic in a daze that had nothing to do with my head injury. Clear up in a week or so? How could Dr. Olendzki speak so lightly about this? Didnt she realize what was natural event? I was going to look like a mutant for Christmas and most of the ski trip. I had a black eye. A freaking black eye.And my mother had given it to me.