The nausea grew stronger as I approached the barn, and I couldn't help but feel smug. Still moving silently, I went out the house's front door and walked around the corner, as quiet as the night around me. It was outdoors, apparently on the side of the house near my room. The Strigoi wasn't inside, which was a good thing. No one else was awake, and as soon as I was in the living room, the nausea went away. Slipping quietly out of the bed, I grabbed a hold of my stake and crept from the room without disturbing Sydney. No way would I let anything happen to them. Thinking of the nice couple who'd welcomed us into their home, I felt something tight clench in my chest. Still, I would have thought Strigoi would be going after Moroi and dhampirs-though humans were a big part of their diet too. Was it in the house? Everyone had said the road to Dimitri's town was dangerous. Where was the Strigoi? Definitely not in our room. Sydney was curled up in her own bed, her face unusually at peace as she slept. There were no city lights to shine through the window, and it took me several seconds to make out anything in the darkened room. I bolted upright, every part of me awake and alert.
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