Oksana didn't answer right away. She looked up at Mark, and they held each other's gazes for a long time. He bit his lip and shook his head.
"Don't," he said. "It's a fairy tale."
"What?" I exclaimed. I looked back and forth between him. "If you know something about this-about Strigoi-you have to tell me!"
Mark spoke sharply in Russian, a warning in his voice. Oksana looked equally determined. "It's not our place to withhold information," she replied.
She turned to me, face grave. "Mark told you about the Moroi we met long ago... the other spirit user?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"He used to tell a lot of stories-most of which I don't think were true. But one of them... well, he claimed he restored a Strigoi to life."
Abe, silent thus far, scoffed. "That is a fairy tale."
"What?" My whole world reeled. "How?"
"I don't know. He never elaborated much, and the details often changed. His mind was going, and I think half of what he said was imaginary," she explained.
"He's crazy," said Mark. "It wasn't true. Don't get caught up in an insane man's fantasy. Don't fixate on this. Don't let it become your next vigilante quest. You need to go back to your bondmate."
I swallowed, every emotion in the world churning in my stomach. Was it true? Had a spirit user restored a Strigoi to life? Theoretically... well, if spirit users could heal and bring back the dead, why not the undead? And Dimitri... Dimitri had definitely seemed altered while holding the ring.
Had spirit affected him and touched some piece of his old self? At the time, I'd just assumed it was fond memories of his family affecting him...
"I need to talk to this guy," I murmured.
Not that I knew why. Fairy tale or not, it was too late. I'd done it. I'd killed Dimitri. Nothing would bring him back now, no miracle of spirit. My heart rate increased, and I could hardly breathe. In my mind's eye, I saw him falling, falling... falling forever with the stake in his chest. Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.
Agony and grief flooded me, though at the same time, relief was there too. I had freed Dimitri from a state of evil. I had brought him peace, sending him on to happiness. Maybe he and Mason were together in heaven somewhere, practicing some guardian moves. I had done the right thing. There should be no regret here.
Oblivious to my emotions, Oksana addressed my last statement. "Mark wasn't kidding. This man is crazy-if he's even still alive. The last time we saw him, he could barely hold up a conversation or even use his magic. He ran off into hiding. No one knows where he is-except maybe his brother."
"Enough," warned Mark.
Abe's attention was piqued, however. He leaned forward, shrewd as ever. "What's this man's name?"
"Robert Doru," said Mark after a few hesitant moments.
It was no one I knew, and I realized how pointless this all was. This guy was a lost cause and had likely imagined the whole idea of saving a Strigoi in a fit of insanity. Dimitri was gone. This part of my life was over. I needed to get back to Lissa.
Then I noticed that Abe had gone very still.
"Do you know him?" I asked.
"No. Do you?"
"No." I scrutinized Abe's face. "You sure look like you know something, Zmey."
"I know of him," Abe clarified. "He's an illegitimate royal. His father had an affair, and Robert was the result. His father actually included him as part of the family. Robert and his half-brother grew quite close, though few knew about it." Of course Abe would know about it, though. "Doru is Robert's mother's last name."
No surprise. Doru wasn't a royal name. "What's his father's last name?"
"Dashkov. Trenton Dashkov."
"That," I told him, "is a name I know."
I had met Trenton Dashkov years ago while accompanying Lissa and her family to a royal holiday party. Trenton had been an old, stooped man then, kind but on the brink of death. Moroi often lived to be over a hundred, but he'd been pushing a hundred and twenty-which was ancient even by their standards. There had been no sign or whisper of him having an illegitimate son, but Trenton's legitimate son had been there. That son had even danced with me, showing a great courtesy to a lowly dhampir girl.