This is following Spirit Bound. It was an amazing book, but it still made me want to hit something. I wish it was longer. I finished it in like an hour. I had to wait until today, I almost died! But I have it. It is sitting right beside me. I'm addicted to this series.

So anyway this is Rose's point of view, maybe scattered POV throughout the story, not sure yet. Anyway, I'd appreciate reviews.

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BEING IN JAIL is like god's way of laughing in your face. God's personal 'Fuck you Rose Hathaway'. I know this for a fact. Because that's the position I'm in at the moment. God's laughing right in my face.

My name is Rose Hathaway. I'm eighteen, and being held in prison, because most people are convinced that I murdered the moroi queen. My stake had been found in her chest, my fingerprints all over it.

So it wasn't going well for me. Life had taken a turn for the worst.

I had brought my mentor/lover back from being strigoi, and now he doesn't love me. Or so he said, but I wasn't convinced. Not at all.

My best friend, Vasilisa Dragomir (Lissa) wants to learn to bring strigoi back with spirit-charmed stakes. Something only spirit users can do. And she's moroi, so not especially strong, so you can see the problems with this plan.

My boyfriend, Adrian Ivashkov, is desperately working with my family and friends to get me out of prison and prove me innocent… preferably before my trial. Because if I go to trial and am found guilty, I'll be executed. Terrific right?

It had been three days since my hearing. I was bored, and wanted to leave this hellish cage they called a cell. Over the passing days, it had seemed to grow smaller. A few hours ago, I had gotten bored of pacing, so I sat on the cold lumpy mattress. It was uncomfortable.

God was I bored.

Not all the time, of course. I'd had visitors. Lissa, Christian, Eddie, Mia, Abe, my mom, Adrian… but not Dimitri, not once. I wished I could contact him, talk to him. He hadn't visited me, no matter how much I ached to see him.

Of course, I hadn't expected any differently, but I had hoped.

After the way he'd fought for me, the way he'd looked at me, I'd thought it might have been a little different.

Guess I was wrong.

I laid my head on the mattress.

Usually, to keep the boredom away, I'd slip into Lissa's head. But she was 'sleeping.'

No visitors at this time, it was the middle of the night.

I was on the verge of starving myself to death. I was just that bored.

The plain metal and neutral colors gave me nothing to look at. I had counted the bars, noted all the features, and tried to converse with the guards time and time again. Nothing. There was nothing to do. This was one of those days I'd give anything for my I-pod and a good book.

Sleep, yet again, evaded me. I'd gotten maybe three and a half hours each of the past nights. Four if I was lucky. Guards came in four hour shifts, so this was how I timed. There was one guard who was nicer than the others, and would give me the time, tell me a piece of news or two, and make sure I was comfortable. The rest of the guards said nothing.

I had memorized Tatiana's letter, and had it carefully tucked away. Somewhere no one would find it. If only something in that letter could have helped me…

Lately, I'd relived the moments when the guards came for me. Dimitri's protectiveness, his fierce guard, his lethal, skilled, graceful attack. I drifted off seeing his face, hearing those words, wondering what would have happened if I had let it go on. If we would be far from here, together.

I drifted off.

"Little dhampir!"

An Adrian dream faded into place, and for once, I was happy about it.

I grinned at him. I had seen him recently, earlier in the day, but it felt like days ago, an eternity. "What's up?"

"News. Another royal has been 'persuaded' that you're innocent."

"Adrian! You compelled another one! I told you not to! I'm not comfortable with you and Lissa compelling people, especially royals! You'll get caught, and end up in here, with me," I finished grimly.

"Rose, it's only a matter of time before you're out. And then I'll have your eternal gratitude and a few favors you'll owe me," he winked. He knew that I'd probably been lurking in Lissa's head all day. Kept the boredom away.

A deep breath.

"I have a favor I'd like to ask…" I trailed off and bit my lip.

"Always a favor with you. Never a 'Thank you, Adrian,' or 'I'm so glad to see you, thank you for saving me from another boring dream, Adrian.'" He mused. "Go ahead, what is it?"

"I'd like a few pieces of paper and a pen, next time you visit me. And I'd appreciate it if you could deliver what I write."

It clicked in his head. Everyone else had visited me. Except him. "A letter to him, Rose? Really? Why?" his tone became colder.

"I owe him."

"For what?" Adrian demanded. "He broke your heart, he hurt you. You brought him back, and he walked away."

I sighed. "He tried to fight off the guards for me, Adrian. It could have gotten him right back in prison, executed even. I have to say thank you. Have to say something."

This caught Adrian off guard.

He nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. "Okay."
"It's nice to see you," I grinned.

He smiled, and started to say something, but the dream abruptly disappeared.

My cell reappeared, unfortunately.

"Hathaway! Get up! You're lawyer's here, and he brought some girl," one of the guards called into my cell.

A voice carried down to me. "Why do there have to be guards? She's behind bars, it's not like she's dangerous. Well, that dangerous."

Sydney's voice carried down to me.

She stepped into view behind Abe, her golden lily tattoo gleaming even in the low light. He chin-length blonde hair was brushed and straight, and framed her face.

"Sydney!" I grinned.

"Yeah, sorry. Wasn't quite on your messed up creature-of-the-night schedule. I'm here to assist this creepy guy," she pointed to Abe, "and to see you. Are you okay?"

"Not sure. I'm going to trial because everyone's convinced I killed the queen. But I didn't. Someone's framing me," I had my right hand wrapped around one of the bars.

"You might be an evil creature, but you wouldn't kill anyone. Unless they're strigoi. Cause we all hate them," Sydney replied, taking a step closer to my personal prison. "I have to stay in guest dorms. I'm tempted to ask if I can stay with you. I don't like being around this many… well, never mind. I'm wide awake, I just woke up an hour ago. So I can stay for a while."

I looked at Abe, who looked exhausted.

"You look tired, old man, you can leave if you want," I frowned.

He nodded curtly. "I'll be back later, sometime during the regular schedule. We'll talk then. Sydney, if you want to run into minimal people, then don't leave too late." He handed her something that looked like an I.D. and then something that looked like a room key.

Then he left.

"So is this your favor to him, or did you come here willingly?" I asked.

"A little of both, I guess. I wanted to make sure you're okay, and he said that I could help. He asked me here," she started. "Why are you under suspicion for killing your queen?"

"Long story. My stake was found in her heart. No fingerprints but mine. I didn't like her and that was documented. It just doesn't look good. Plus these idiots just want to lock someone away and be done with it already. This is a huge mistake."

Sydney sighed. "Rose, it doesn't look good."

"I know. Why don't you tell me something interesting and take my mind off of it?" I asked hopefully.

She leaned closer, and looked around. The guards weren't looking, and she slipped a file through the bars.

"Look later, hide them," she whispered. So I shoved them into the hole in the mattress and then came back.

"What were those?" I murmured.

"Copies of the stolen files on Eric Dragomir. I figured there's nothing else for you to do in a cell, maybe you'll figure it out. And there's a letter your dad gave me in there. I know what it says… he figured I could just give it all to you now. Anyway… I've got something to tell you. The alchemists want to meet you. I'm not sure why. But they said that if you get out of this, I should try to get you to come back. They've heard stories."

My eyes widened. "They've heard stories? About me?"

"Yeah, you're practically a legend. And, they've heard you're shadow-kissed. They'd like to meet you and study you, I think. I've told them about you a little bit."

"Great, just great."

"So how's your boyfriend?"

"Good, I guess. How good can he be when his girlfriend's convicted of murder? He seems almost like he doesn't want to see me," I shrugged. "I'm not really sure… I'm tempted just to tell the guards to keep everyone out. Except Abe, and maybe you. I feel so depressed, like I'm just adding to the problem."

"As long as you don't keep me out, I guess that's okay," she smiled a small smile, and then her face turned serious. "I'm gonna go. I don't want to run into anyone. I'll be back later, maybe I'll get to know some of your friends."

"See you later, Syd."

"Bye Rose."

And she walked out.

Lissa pulled me into her head. She was dressed into pajama's and someone was pounding on her door. Christian answered first, keeping her behind him.

It was Dimitri, looking more depressed than ever.

"What's wrong?" Lissa demanded.

"I just tried to get in to see her. They wouldn't let me," he told her. "Why won't they let me see her? Did she say she didn't want to see me?" His Russian accent laced his words, and his tone was edging toward frantic.

"It's the middle of the night. Try again tomorrow," Christian suggested. "Maybe she's asleep."

Dimitri shook his head. "I heard her talking to someone. A girl. She's named Sydney."

I felt a pang of jealousy through the bond. I was talking to Sydney in the middle of the night and not her? She shrugged it off, knowing I was still her best friend, and nothing could change that.

"I don't know. Gimme a minute to get dressed. I'll go with you," she hurried to the bathroom with her clothes.

Lately their relationship had slightly deteriorated.

I pulled out of her head.

"Guards!" I shouted. "I don't want anyone to come see me unless it's Abe or Sydney!"

The guard beside my cell nodded and relayed the message to the others.

I was pulled back into Lissa's head.

"What do you mean she doesn't want to see us?" she demanded of the guard.

"That's what she said," he told her, shrugging. "I don't know princess. But she's dangerous. If she doesn't want to see you, we can't let you see her."

"But! Please! Just five minutes!" she begged the guard. He shook his head.

"Can I go see her?" Dimitri looked into the guard's eyes.

"I told you ten minutes ago. No," he scolded.

Lissa took a deep breath.

"You're going to let us in, and you're going to ignore her when she says she doesn't want us down there. You're going to tell all of the guards that we are allowed to see her whenever we want, without guards present" she compelled him. The thrall of compulsion set over him. Then she looked to Dimitri. "Go," she told him. "I'll see her later."

Pulling out of her head, I heard the guards radios get the message that my command was to be ignored. Dimitri stepped through the door, and the guards disappeared.

"Can I help you?" I asked, my voice vicious. I wasn't sure why he hadn't been allowed in before, but he had gotten Lissa involved!

"I want to talk to you," he stated.

I was having a busy night. I walked up to the bars.

"Remember when you were in this cell, and I was that side? Remember when I begged to talk to you, and you told me to stay away, that you didn't love me anymore?" I started. He said nothing. "Well, I got that message loud and clear. It's my turn. Piss off."

"Rose, please," his eyes looked into mine, they were that brown that I loved.

"No, you please. I appreciate what you tried to do. Really, I do. But you told me to leave you alone. That your love had faded, disappeared. That the best thing was for me not to talk to you. I started to do just that. I'm starting to live with it. I don't want to go through that again," I told him.

His eyes pleaded with me. "Roza, you don't understand."

"Don't call me that!" my hands balled into fists. "Don't ever call me that. That was all in the past. I was mistaken before. My feelings are gone. Or disappearing."

He looked broken. He had just, just a few days ago been glad I was with Adrian, and told me to stay away. That his love had died.

"Please," his shoulders slumped.

"Love fades. Mine has," I threw his words back at him.

He looked devastated. Like he was a ghost. He had just told me a few days ago that very same thing. And now he was like this? I didn't think this was going to work for me. I was beyond pissed.

"Guards! Get him out!" I shouted louder than I needed to. They dragged him out, Lissa's compulsion not specific on this.

I could swear as he was dragged away I heard him whisper "I love you," brokenly. I was hallucinating. He just felt bad that if I was guilty I would die. He was just trying to make me happy before I died, I tried to convince myself.

I didn't bother to look at the files yet. I was too depressed.

He was lying, and I knew it. He just thought making me think he cared would make me happier. I knew it, I tried to convince myself. That had to be right.

Nonetheless, I still cried myself to sleep that night.

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