“Of course, now I had the problem of communicating what I needed. Marlen was still beating on the door, and Dimitri would be up in a couple of minutes. I glared at the human, hoping I looked terrifying. From his expression, I did. I attempted the caveman talk I had with Inna…only this time the message was a little harder. “Stick,” I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. “Stick. Where?” He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked, in perfect English, “Why are you talking like that?” “Oh for God’s sake,” I exclaimed. “Where is the vault?” “Vault?” “A place they keep weapons?” He continued staring. “Oh,” he said. “That.” Uneasily, he cast his eyes in the direction of the pounding.”

− Richelle Mead −