Four years was a hell of a long time to go without seeing somebody and as much as Rose had truly cared for Adrian? It was fair to say that she hadn't had too much guilt over the fact that she'd moved on from him relatively quickly when she'd come to Atia. She'd long since given up the idea that she'd ever see him again and she figured having the whole 'sex or death' ultimatum was a pretty good get out of cheating free, card.

Of course, all those things she'd told herself went flying out the window when she found herself staring at one Adrian Ivashkov, her face a mask of pure shock as he sauntered up and spoke to her like it hadn't been years. Then again, for him? It hadn't.

The silence that followed his question, bordered on uncomfortable, Rose almost dropping the untouched drink in her hand as she took him in, the Moroi, more or less the same boy she remembered from back at Court while she? She'd lost a what little had remained of her youthful looks but the difference was likely so small that he wouldn't have noticed.

"Adrian..." That name feeling foreign to her lips after all this time. Then in a way, that only Rose could, she reached out and poked him, testing to make sure he wasn't a figment of her imagination.

Nope. Still there.

"Adrian!" He was the closest thing to home she'd seen in a very long time and dammit if she wasn't about to wrap her arms around him and hug the life out of him.