Lydia and Eddie
"I've been to my share of parties," he said. "Back at St. Vlad's. But they generally had a lot more alcohol and a lot less class." He laughed as he twirled her easily, then pulled her back flush against him.
"But hey, when you're training to be a Guardian, it's nice to cut loose once in a while."
It was hard for Eddie to believe that he wasn't in training anymore. He was a Guardian. He'd passed his trials with flying colors. In fact, his promise tattoo was still red on the back of his neck, between the molnija marks he'd earned and the star for the battle he'd fought in. He'd have to explain those to her at some point. But not now.