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"You ever tried to feed those little bastards?" he asked, attempting seriousness and failing.
"They're vicious. You get thrown to vipers, you die quickly. But the geese? That'll go on for
days. More suffering."
"Wow. I don't know whether I should be impressed or frightened that you've thought about all
this," I remarked.
"Just trying to find creative ways to avenge your honor, that's all."
"You just never struck me as the creative type, Mase."
We stood just outside our second-period classroom. Mason's expression was still light and
joking, but there was a suggestive note in his voice when he spoke again. "Rose, when I'm
around you, I think of all sorts of creative things to do."
I was still giggling about the vipers and abruptly stopped, staring at him in surprise. I'd always
thought Mason was cute, but with that serious, smoky look in his eyes, it suddenly occurred to
me for the first time that he was actually kind of sexy.
"Oh, look at that," he laughed, noticing how much he'd caught me off guard. "Rose gets
rendered speechless. Ashford 1, Hathaway 0."
"Hey, I don't want to make you cry before the trip. It won't be any fun if I've already broken
you before we even hit the slopes."
He laughed, and we stepped into the room. This was a class on bodyguard theory, one that took
place in an actual classroom instead of the practice field. It was a nice break from all the
physical exertion. Today, there were three guardians standing at the front who weren't from the
school's regiment. Holiday visitors, I realized. Parents and their guardians had already started
coming to campus to accompany their children to the ski resort. My interest was piqued
immediately.
One of the guests was a tall guy who looked like he was about a hundred years old but could
still kick major ass. The other guy was about Dimitri's age. He had deeply tanned skin and was
built well enough that a few of the girls in class looked ready to swoon.