Frostbite: Vampire Academy
ahh'ed over the idea of hidden passages, but I wasn't impressed.
    "So what you're saying is that you guys either failed to detect them during your first sweep, or they broke through the 'security' you set up during the party. Seems like someone messed up either way."
    The tightness in her lips increased, and her voice grew frosty. "We did the best we could with an unusual situation. I can see how someone at your level might not be able to grasp the intricacies of what I'm describing, but once you've actually learned enough to go beyond theory, you'll see how different it is when you're actually out there and lives are in your hands."
    "No doubt," I agreed. "Who am I to question your methods? I mean, whatever gets you the molnija marks, right?"
    "Miss Hathaway." Stan's deep voice rumbled through the room. "Please take your things and go wait outside for the remainder of class."
    I stared at him in bewilderment. "Are you serious? Since when is there anything wrong with asking questions?"
    "Your attitude is what's wrong." He pointed at the door. "Go."
    A silence heavier and deeper than when my mother had told her story descended over everyone. I did my best not to cower under the stares of guardians and novices alike. This wasn't the first time I'd been kicked out of Stan's class. It wasn't even the first time I'd been kicked out of Stan's class while Dimitri was watching. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I crossed the short distance to the door-a distance that felt like miles-and refused to make eye contact with my mother as I passed.
    About five minutes before the class let out, she slipped out of the room and walked over to where I sat in the hallway. Looking down on me, she put her hands on her hips in that annoying way that made her seem taller than she was. It wasn't fair that someone over half a foot shorter than me could make me feel so small.
    "Well. I see your manners haven't improved over the years."
    I stood up and felt a glare snap into place. "Nice to see you too. I'm surprised you even recognized me. In fact, I didn't even think you remembered me, seeing as how you never bothered to let me know you were on campus."
    She shifted her hands from her hips and crossed her arms across her chest, becoming-if possible-even more impassive. "I couldn't neglect my duty to come coddle you."
    "Coddle?" I asked. This woman had never coddled me in her life. I couldn't believe she even knew the word.
    "I wouldn't expect you to understand. From what I hear, you don't really know what 'duty' is."
    "I know exactly what it is," I retorted. My voice was intentionally haughty. "Better than most people."
    Her eyes widened in a sort of mock surprise. I used that sarcastic look on a lot of people and didn't appreciate having it directed toward me. "Oh really? Where were you for the last two years?"
    "Where were you for the last five?" I demanded. "Would you have known I was gone if someone hadn't told you?"
    "Don't turn this back on me. I was away because I had to be. You were away so you could go shopping and stay up late."
    My hurt and embarrassment morphed into pure fury. Apparently, I was never going to live down the consequences of running away with Lissa.
    "You have no idea why I left," I said, my voice's volume rising. "And you have no right to make assumptions about my life when you don't know anything about it."
    "I've read reports about what happened. You had reason for concern, but you acted incorrectly." Her words were formal and crisp. She could have been teaching one of my classes. "You should have gone to others for help."
    "There was no one I could go to-not when I didn't have hard proof. Besides, we've been learning that we're supposed to think independently."
    "Yes," she replied. "Emphasis on learning. Something you missed out on for two years. You're hardly in a position to lecture me about guardian protocol."
    I wound up in arguments all the time; something in my nature made that inevitable. So I was used to

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