With no other clues about where Dimitri had gone in Siberia, heading to the town he'd grown up in had been my best chance of getting closer to him. I'd been arrogant enough to think I could find Moroi right away who could direct me to Dimitri's hometown in Siberia. I hadn't bothered with the Nightingale when I arrived in the city a couple weeks ago. Late in the evening, a band would set up in there, and couples would hit the dance floor. There was a large dining room filled with velvet-draped tables and booths, as well as a lounge and bar area where people could mingle. I'd toured it upon first arriving in Saint Petersburg.Īt the Nightingale, elaborate chandeliers filled with real candles glittered in the air, lighting up the gold decor so that even in dim lighting, the whole establishment sparkled. It reminded me a lot of the WinterPalace, a royal residence left over from when Russia had still been ruled by czars. And, well, the whole place actually kind of looked like something from the old, royal days of Russia, with ivory walls covered in gold scroll-work and molding. No matter what time of the day it was, people at the Nightingale dressed like they were at an imperial ball. Back in the U.S., the Nightingale was well known among rich Moroi who traveled abroad, and now I could understand why. Its real name was something Russian that was beyond my ability to pronounce. That wasn't the club's true name, only a translation. It had all started earlier at the Nightingale. Still, considering my rash actions tonight, a dhampir was the most likely culprit. Footsteps were clearly audible against the pavement of the dark side streets I was traveling on, and once, I'd caught a brief glimpse of a shadowy figure. Admittedly, this person was moving a little less stealthily than I would have expected of a dhampir. I had to guess my follower was a dhampir like me, probably one from the club. I'd fought enough of those recently and kind of wanted a night off. Still, I appreciated my body's early warning system and was relieved my stalker tonight wasn't an insanely fast, insanely vicious vampire.
I would have already known.Ī recent effect of my being shadow-kissed was the ability to sense the undead-through bouts of nausea, unfortunately. It was kind of ironic, considering the way I'd been following others for the last few weeks.
0 kommentar(er)
