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[dimitribelikov]

► @badassjetsteele​ gets a Hangover worthy boy’s trip to Vegas

      The Witching Hour was crowded and noisy, just as Dimitri had remembered it. Despite the chaotic atmosphere of the gambling resort, the guardian also knew that it was safe. Relatively speaking anyway. Passing by a hallway that held a sign reading ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇɴᴄʏ ᴇxɪᴛ, a flood of unwanted memories bombarded his mind. The last time Dimitri had been in Las Vegas, he hadn’t been himself. His eyes found the spot on the wall where he’d pinned Rose –– so close to killing the woman he loves.

Blinking, he mentally shook the thoughts from his mind and forced himself to focus on the present –– to focus on the man at his side who was none other than Adrian. Though Dimitri wasn’t his appointed guardian, it was agreed that while Christian was safe at court, he’d accompany his cousin on whatever wayward errand took place on the Strip of Las Vegas.  ❝ You said you had to meet someone, right ? ❞ he asked, knowing Adrian’s sharp Moroi ears could pick up his words without raising his volume.  ❝ What time was that supposed to be ? ❞  The agitation of being in the opulent resort wasn’t kept from his voice. The whole weekend seemed like a waste of time to him, but Dimitri would never ignore duty.