The memory of the Darkling cornering her in one of Durmstrang cold corridors is burned in her mind, impossible to forget, just like his kiss, his mouth on her, his hands all over her body, hungry, warm. It was shameful, how much she thought about it, about his whispers of power, his promises, and Alina has never quite found the courage to tell anyone what really happened, although she is sure Hermione is the first one to get close to the truth. Despite how confusing her feelings for the Darkling are, she is committed to taking him down by whatever means necessary. He is a monster, he disfigured Genya after she run away, and she would not let Mal be Obliviated, she didn’t want him to forget about her forever, no matter how mean he’d been, how much he had shamed her for her powers, for falling into the Darkling’s trap.