Always the practical one? Since when? God, Andre had been dead for a long time. Rose just raised an eyebrow at him before scanning the rest of the room. A room full of dead psychopaths and the three of them caught in the middle of it. Jill was still holding onto her so tightly that Rose was afraid she was going to lose feeling in that hand.
"Uh. Gross!" Rose was completely flabbergasted at Nathan's suggestion that Eric Dragomir had waited until Rose grew up. Okay, obviously she liked an older man but not that old and definitely not Lissa's father who was always more like a... well not, a second father exactly since Abe hadn't been in her life at the time but like a father all the same. Either way, ew.
And the as if things couldn't get stranger Victor Dashkov defended her honor. Really? After she killed him? She kind of wanted him to shut up even though he was defending her at the moment.
"No. You can haunt me," she told Nathan firmly. The last thing she wanted to do was have him go haunt Dimitri. Like he really needed that. With her hands still tightly gripping Jill, she pulled the tall skinny girl over to her sister so that the three of them could stand united.
"Come on." She picked Jill up easily off the ground and dusted her off. So that the three of them were standing and facing the fucked up family reunion. She took Lissa's hand in one and Jill's in the other to show that they were a united front.
"Do any of us looks scared?" she asked, mostly Nathan since the Dragomirs were just being themselves and it seemed that even Victor Dashkov had some manners.