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George's face darkened. "Katiya, the tsar does not change his mind."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, trying very hard not to cry in front of him.

He stood up so abruptly that I thought he was going to break something. Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair. "Why must you be so hardheaded?"

"Why must you?" I asked, praying he wouldn't notice the trembling in my voice. "I can't stand by and watch you waste away. Not when there's something I can do to stop it." I stood up and grabbed his arms, pulling on his sleeves. "And what if you died? What if I was tempted to bring you back for selfish reasons? I don't think I could let you go. Or what if I brought you back from the grave accidentally?" I continued as my imagination ran wild with dark thoughts. "Don't you see how horrible that would be? I would d.a.m.n us both!"

He touched my cheek. "Katiya, I'd rather be d.a.m.ned with you than live a blessed life without you."



I held his hand in both of mine and kissed his knuckles. I did not even bother trying to stop the tears anymore. They were falling too fast. "Georgi, please don't say that. You know you don't mean it."

He looked sad. "I asked you not to give up on me last year. And I believed that you had not. Why now? When our happiness is within reach? Or was I just dreaming?" But he did not wait for me to answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead, murmuring, "Goodbye, Katiya," against my skin.

I didn't respond. I stood shaking, dazed and in shock, and watched him leave, listened to his boots echo down the wooden hallway as he left Dr. Badmaev's office. I heard the bells on the door tinkle as he opened it and walked out. Did he truly believe I'd given up on him? On us? Why couldn't he understand that what I was doing was out of love? Had I lost him for good?

Masha returned to pick up the tea things. She hurried across the room as soon as she saw me crying. "d.u.c.h.ess? Are you all right? d.u.c.h.ess?"

I blinked slowly at her, ignoring the tears rolling down my cheeks. "Masha, what have I done?"

Masha, the poor old thing, did not know how to comfort me. I went to the washstand and dried my face. There was nothing left for me to do but dig back into my research. I spent the rest of the day finishing my studies of the respiratory system. Badmaev was pleased with my progress. He a.s.signed me readings on the endocrine system.

I rode the tram home, not bothering to get off at the stop before the Field of Mars. Let my parents see me mingling with the commoners. Let them learn why I threw away the chance to become a grand d.u.c.h.ess. I did not care anymore. It would not be long before the whole of St. Petersburg's aristocracy knew what a fool I was.

Maman met me on the stairs. "Katiya, where on earth have you been? Don't try to tell me you've been with Dariya, because I refuse to believe it!"

There was no point in deceiving her any longer. I took off my hat and gloves as I climbed the stairs to my room. "I've been at the Tibetan doctor's clinic."

"A doctor? Are you sick?" She followed me into my room.

"Does it matter?" My heart was broken. I felt wretched.

"Of course it does. We're to attend the ballet this evening. And you still have not told me what the tsar wanted to speak to you about last night."

I sank down onto my bed and realized right then I wanted nothing more than my mother to comfort me. "George asked me to marry him, and the tsar has given us permission," I told her, "but he said I will have to abandon my dreams of becoming a doctor. So I had to turn the grand duke down."

Maman stared at me, speechless for several seconds. There. My last secret was out.

"George?" she whispered. "George Alexandrovich?"

Had she truly not noticed the way we gravitated toward each other? Whenever I was in trouble, it seemed the tsar's son was always there to scowl at me. Or to rescue me. I began to tear up again. I was so sick of crying over him. And I missed him so much it hurt.

Maman moved toward me and wrapped me in her arms. "My sweet Katiya. My dearest. I don't pretend to understand why you have made such a decision, but if it's making you unhappy, why not change it? I'm sure the young grand duke is not happy right now either."

"I know you can't understand, Maman," I said, closing my eyes until the tears were all squeezed out.

She smoothed my hair and rocked me as if I were a baby. "Perhaps this is a spiritual test of some sort. Should we consult the tarot cards?"

"No, Maman. I think I've already failed this test. But I am not going to give up my studies now. It's too late to change my decision."

"Did you and George argue?"

I laughed bitterly. "A terrible argument."

"He will forgive you, I'm sure of it," she said, patting my hand kindly. "The ballet will cheer you up."

"Please, no, Maman," I begged. "I can't face anyone tonight. Especially if he is there."

"Nonsense," Maman said. "The tsar's sons never attend the ballet."

Which was untrue. "I'm sure they'll be there if Mathilde Kschessinska is dancing," I grumbled.

"Oh, she's not scheduled to perform, dear," Maman said. "Though I can see why every young man is fascinated with her. Such a bewitching little beauty! And the way she danced that pas de deux at her graduation! I hear she wants Petipa to revive The Pharoah's Daughter."

"Maman!"

"You have nothing to worry about, dearest." She peered into my face critically. "Wear your pale blue silk gown; it will bring out the blue in your eyes. Rest now for a few hours and the puffiness will go away. I'll have Anya bring up a cuc.u.mber compress."

I sighed. Maman was sure that as long as I looked presentable, everything would be back to rights. "Yes, Maman." Perhaps a nap was what I needed. And perhaps I could still convince her to let me stay home.

Anya's compress worked miracles on my eyes. By that evening, there was no trace of fatigue or emotional distress on my face. And Maman was right about the pale blue silk.

But she was very wrong about the ballet program. Mathilde Kschessinska did dance that night in the Mariinsky Theater. And the tsarevitch and his brother did attend, with their mother and sister, seated in the imperial box directly across from our own. George Alexandrovich very studiously avoided looking toward the Oldenburg box.

Princess Alix and her sister Grand d.u.c.h.ess Ella joined us after the first act. Alix looked unhappy. "What shall I do, Katerina? I am leaving for Moscow with my sister this week. Nicholas is going to forget all about me."

"I will miss you," I said, wondering when I would see my shape-changing friend again. "And I am certain that the tsarevitch will miss you as well."

"We argued at the palace the day of the luncheon," she said. "He denied that there was anything between him and the ballerina, but I don't know if I should believe him."

The ballet was about to resume, and Alix realized her sister had already left our box.

"Walk me back?" Alix pleaded. "I don't dare go alone. What if I run into Nicholas Alexandrovich?"

A glance at the imperial box told me that was highly improbable. The tsarevitch was sitting on the edge of his seat, eager for the curtains to rise again. But I knew how anxious Alix was and told Maman I would be spending the second act with Alix and Ella.

Maman, who was busy gossiping with my aunts Anastasia and Zina about the Worth gown the empress was wearing, waved me off. I told Alix to lead the way.

The upper-tier hallway was almost completely empty. Everyone had returned to their seats before the next act began. The only person in the pa.s.sage was a stranger cloaked in black, with his hood pulled down over his face. He moved in front of us as we attempted to pa.s.s him.

"d.u.c.h.ess, it has been a lifetime since I've seen you."

I recognized the voice before he raised his head. It sent a chill slithering down my spine. "Danilo? What are you doing in St. Petersburg?" I asked as Alix gasped next to me.

"I am looking for my sister. She is in the Oldenburg box, is she not?" He did not look right. The crown prince's cold light seemed different. Brighter than before.

"The guards will arrest you if they see you." I glanced around, hoping the guards were nearby.

Alix was glaring at the crown prince. He had been one of the wizards intent on killing her in a ritual at Vorontsov Palace. He had needed a werewolf's heart to raise Konstantin, the lich tsar, from the dead. Alix had not forgotten, nor had she forgiven him. "Perhaps we should call out for help, Katerina," she said.

Danilo was pale, but he laughed. "Of course, Your Highness. Let the guards take me away. But first allow me to speak with my sister."

"Why? What has happened to you?" I asked. I knew I should not care, but I did not know how the blood bond between us worked. If he fell sick, would I be sick as well? "Is it the lich tsar?"

Danilo looked at me with haunted eyes. "Konstantin is coming soon, Katerina. And he is looking for you, his necromancer."

"I belong to no one," I said, a little too forcefully.

Danilo's eyebrow raised a fraction. "Indeed?"

Alix tried to step in front of me. "You should die for the things you've done, blood drinker." Her voice was so low it sounded like a husky growl.

"I probably will, Your Highness, but first I must see my sister. The Dark Court must be warned about the lich tsar's plans."

"And the Light Court?" I asked.

The crown prince smiled his devilish smile. "I'll leave that to you, my dear d.u.c.h.ess."

Alix was not happy. But she was finally convinced we should let him speak with his sister. Then we would notify the guards.

Danilo's sister, Princess Anastasia, was a veshtiza, a blood drinker who could turn into a moth, like the rest of her sisters from Montenegro. She was enjoying her first evening back out in society after giving birth to her son a month earlier. And she'd eagerly attached herself to my mother, the one blood drinker in St. Petersburg who was more powerful than her own sister, Militza.

I slipped back into the family box and whispered in Anastasia's ear, "You're needed out in the hallway. Alone." I glanced at Maman, who was enraptured by the dancing on the stage below. She did not notice my return.

Without a sound, my blood-drinking aunt followed me into the hallway. "Dani?" she whispered when she spotted her brother. "What has happened to you?"

Alix pulled at my gloved arm. "Do you think it's safe to give them a bit of privacy?"

I shook my head. "Not at all. And if the guards find him, they find him," I said. "But we should notify the Light Court of the lich tsar's threat."

"Dani, when did you return to St. Petersburg?" Anastasia asked in a hushed tone. "Does Militza know?"

He shook his head. "I'd hoped to see her here with you. I just arrived this evening. And I must return to Cetinje as soon as possible. I have discovered troubling news about the lich tsar."

"We must leave for the Nikolayevich Palace at once," Anastasia said, linking her arm in her brother's. "Militza was not feeling well enough to go out this evening."

Alix and I looked at each other warily. Was it wise for us to let the Montenegrins depart? What if the crown prince had more information than he had already disclosed to me?

I hesitated. "Your Highness, I'm afraid you cannot wander the streets outside the theater. The imperial guard is watching for you."

"Of course they are, Katerina," he said with a lazy smile. "Are you concerned for me?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Alix said. "The Light Court must be allowed to hear whatever it is you are going to tell the Dark Court."

Danilo sighed and reached up to caress my cheek. Even now, I felt the terrible pull of enchantment from him. His touch made me dizzy.

I tried to step back. "Please don't," I said.

"I came to St. Petersburg to protect you, my love," Danilo said, his words soft and sad.

I looked at him, startled. "Why?"

"He is coming for you, Katerina," Danilo whispered, his eyes haunted. "I'm afraid I won't be able to stop him." As he leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, I was too stunned to move. "I must go," he said. "Take care, Katerina." He took his sister's arm and swiftly headed toward the stairs.

Alix blinked and looked at me. "Were we just dazzled by that blood drinker?"

I stared at the empty staircase. I could still see faint tendrils of Danilo's cold light trailing in his wake. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before. "I think so."

A roar of applause from inside the theater told us we'd missed the entire second act. The doors would be opening soon.

Alix pulled on my arm again. "Come on. I have a terrible feeling about that ballerina." She was no longer concerned with the crown prince. She led me around the upper hallway until we came to a second staircase, which led down behind the stage. The dressing rooms were full of half-dressed dancers, their faces heavily painted and garish up close. They looked at us curiously but no one bothered us. "I want to know if Nicholas is spending time with her."

"Surely he wouldn't be so foolish if he knows you are here tonight."

"I believe he's been blinded by his infatuation for her. He doesn't know I'm here."

A flurry of high-pitched voices entered the backstage area. Giddy ballerinas were flirting with a few handsome young men, and a few handsome older men as well.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing," I heard Grand Duke Vladimir saying to one of them. "If I were only twenty years younger," he added with a sigh.

Alix's eyes grew big. "Is that the Koldun? What would Grand d.u.c.h.ess Miechen say if she heard?"

"He wouldn't dare," I said. "The grand d.u.c.h.ess would cut his heart out and eat it for dinner if he were unfaithful to her."

"Nicky, you brought me a present!" A melodic little voice carried from a darkened corner of the hall.

I watched Alix's face turn ghostly pale.

"I hope you like it," the tsarevitch said shyly to the faerie dancer Kschessinska. She was smiling over a tiny jewelry box. What kind of trinket had he given her?

I worried that George might be close by too. Was he also seeking comfort among the painted dancers after our fight? I didn't think I could bear to see that. I tugged on Alix's arm. "Please, let's get out of here. You don't need to see this. Maman and your sister will be looking for us."

"You're right," Alix said, turning and racing up the stairs so fast she almost left me behind. The princess's voice showed no emotion when she turned around to speak again. "I'll tell Ella and Sergei tonight about the crown prince's warning. They will send word to the tsar."

I was invited to the palace of Grand Duke and d.u.c.h.ess Sergei Alexandrovich to say farewell to the Hessian sisters before they left for their country estate outside of Moscow. Their only brother, Ernest, and their sisters, Victoria and Irene, had arrived from Hesse to accompany them on a family retreat.

Dariya and I attended the elegant French dinner at the Sergei Palace on the Moika River. It was here, on a bitterly cold winter night almost two years ago, that Count Chermenensky, the first human creature I'd ever raised from the dead, had tried to protect me from one of Princess Cantacuzene's undead creatures. I pa.s.sed the gla.s.s conservatory with my cousin on our way to the dining hall. Seeing the door to the outdoor garden gave me chills, even on this unseasonably mild September night. The poor count had later been destroyed protecting me from Konstantin at Peterhof. How many more members of the Order of St. Lazarus would meet the same fate before the lich tsar was defeated once and for all?

"Katiya, where have you been hiding yourself?" Dariya was asking. "I haven't seen you at the Vladimir Palace in ages. Your mother says you've been busy visiting the sick? Don't you ever grow tired of illness and death?"

I looked up at her, surprised. I never grew tired of studying disease processes. Death saddened me, but I was grateful for the lessons it offered. "Is that how you see me? As a ghoulish student surrounded by misery? I am not miserable."

Dariya looked at me sympathetically. "Then why are your eyes so sad? Why are you not seeking out the tsar's son?"

A sick feeling bloomed deep inside. "Is he here tonight?"

Dariya shook her head. "Why are you not where he is? Tonight he dines with his brother at his uncle Alexei's. With the ballerinas from the Mariinsky Theater."

"How do you know this?" I asked, the sick feeling in my stomach growing worse. I hoped Alix had not heard this rumor.

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