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bra for that matter. Her heels were black and high, very high. Her face with that permanent smug aloof look. Everywhere she went, Lydia was judging the world. I glared at her from where I sat on my bed, holding tightly to the purse and wishing that Lydia would leave. She had to have more important things to be doing with her time right now…like trying to steal somebody’s boyfriend for fun or, you know, murdering them when she doesn’t get her way.
     
    “How aren’t you dead yet,” asked Lydia, “Seriously, because…you’ve done your share of stupid things. Statistically speaking, one of those stupid decisions should have ended you,”
     
    I let out a deep sigh, laying back on my bed and staring at the ceiling. I didn’t want to explain it to Lydia. It wasn’t any of her business, anyway. And if I thought I could count Lydia as a person I could trust, I would need to check myself into a mental institution. It had been few and far in between occasions when trusting Lydia had been the right thing to do. But she had a point.
     
    “That’s my secret power,” I mumbled up at the white ceiling, too caught up in my situation to even care that Lydia was still being Lydia, nosy even when I clearly was not in the mood to entertain her annoying questions.
     
    “You wait around much longer,” said Lydia, her voice trailing off, “I don’t think you’re super power is going to do you much good,”
     
    I lifted my head up off of the bed high enough to give Lydia a dirty look. She was being particularly negative tonight. I didn’t really need it. I had come to realize that Lydia took great pleasure in other people’s failures and pain. And I happened to know that Lydia didn’t hang around just for the sake of hanging around. Which made me suspicious.
     
    I still blamed her for Robert; even though I knew she wasn’t the reason Robert had become a vampire. She had still left him for dead. When I think back to that night, the night Jasper, Josephine, and Robert and I met in that dark cemetery, sometimes I wished that Lydia had killed him. If she had, it would’ve saved me a lot of pain. But Lydia wasn’t about doing anything that wasn’t to benefit her, that much was obvious. And I was tired of politics and riddles.
     
    “You know what,” I said, sitting up with a big smile plastered on my face, “You’re right,”
     
    “I am?” asked Lydia.
     
    “But here I am,” I said, flailing my arms, “So I might as well just buckle up and enjoy the ride,”
     
    “Well, with that attitude you won’t last ten minutes when this war finally gets going,” snorted Lydia, “I know you get lucky, really lucky, but luck isn’t going to help you when vampires are ripping you limb from limb,”
     
    “I'm not fast. I’m not strong. I don’t stand a chance. I’m as worthless as a human,” I wailed.
     
    “Honey, I hate to break it to you but you are human,” said Lydia, looking at me sideways.
     
    I started crying. I had no idea what I would do but I could absolutely see something like that happening to me. I could see me spending eternity without arms and legs. Tommy and I had barely scratched the surface of my real weaknesses. That’s all there seemed to be, weaknesses.
     
    “You could always…hide, I guess,” muttered Lydia, obviously uncomfortable about the Niagara Falls situation on my face.
     
    “They would find me,” I mumbled through tears, “They always find me,”
     
    “Well, then you better learn to fight. You have to learn to stand your ground and…” Lydia sighed, “You know what? You’re pretty much screwed.”
     
    “At least I have Sebastian to watch out for me,” I said.
     
    “Fat chance,” said Lydia, “He’ll be in the thick of it. He’s a Prince second and a war hero first, groomed for war since he was born,”
     
    “He’s not going to fight. We’re supposed to leave but…I’m pretty sure the Queen will come up with yet another reason to force us to