Bloodlines

“Where are you?” a voice asked. Abe. Great. He was looking for me.

“Over here,” I just barely heard Adrian say. His voice came from the far side of the house, opposite the side I was on. I heard someone walk across the gravel driveway, the footsteps coming to a halt when they reached what I gauged to be the back door where Abe stood.

I bit my lip and stayed where I was, concealed by the house. I was almost afraid to breathe. With their hearing, Moroi could pick up the tiniest detail.

“Were you ever coming back?” asked Abe, amused.

“Didn’t see the point,” was Adrian’s laconic response.

“The point is politeness. You could have made an effort to meet the Alchemists.”

“They don’t want to meet me. Especially the guy.” There was concealed laughter in Adrian’s voice. “You should have seen his face when I ran into him at the door. I wish I’d had a cape on. The girl’s at least got some nerve.”

“Nevertheless, they play a crucial role in your stay here—and Jill’s. You know how important it is that she remain safe.”

“Yeah, I get that. And I get why she’s here. What I don’t get is why I’m here.”

“Don’t you?” asked Abe. “I’d assume it’s obvious to both Jill and you. You have to stay near her.”

There was a pause. “That’s what everyone says . . . but I’m still not sure it’s necessary. I don’t think she needs me close by, no matter what Rose and Lissa claim.”

“You have something better to do?”

“That’s not the point.” Adrian sounded annoyed, and I was glad that I wasn’t the only one Abe had that effect on.

“That’s exactly the point,” Abe said. “You were wasting away at Court, drowning in your own self-pity— among other things. Here, you have a chance to be useful.”

“To you.”

“To yourself as well. This is an opportunity for you to make something of your life.”

“Except you won’t tell me what it is I’m supposed to do!” said Adrian irritably. “Aside from Jill, what is this great task you have for me?”

“Listen. Listen and watch.” I could perfectly picture Abe stroking his chin in that mastermind way of his again as he spoke. “Watch everyone—Clarence, Lee, the Alchemists, Jill and Eddie. Pay attention to every word, every detail, and report it to me later. It may all be useful.”

“I don’t know that that really clears things up.”

“You have potential, Adrian. Too much potential to waste. I’m very sorry for what happened with Rose, but you have to move on. Maybe things don’t make sense now, but they will later. Trust me.”

I almost felt bad for Adrian. Abe had once told me to trust him too, and look how things had turned out.

I waited until the two Moroi returned inside and then followed a minute later. In the living room, Keith was still wearing his cocky attitude but looked relieved to have me back. We discussed more details and worked out a schedule for feedings, one I was in charge of maintaining since I’d have to drive Jill (and Eddie, since he didn’t want to let her out of his sight) back and forth to Clarence’s.

“How are you going to get to feedings?” I asked Adrian. After hearing his conversation with Abe, I was now more curious than ever about his role here.

Adrian was standing against the wall, on the opposite side of the room. His arms were crossed defensively, and there was a rigidness to his posture that conflicted with the lazy smile he wore. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked as though he was purposely positioning himself as far from Rose as possible. “By walking down the hall.”

Seeing my puzzled look, Clarence explained, “Adrian will be staying here with me. It will be nice to have someone else in these old walls.”

“Oh,” I said. To myself, I muttered, “How very Secret Garden.”

“Hmm?” asked Adrian, tilting his head toward me.

I flinched. Their hearing was good. “Nothing. I was just thinking of a book I read.”

“Oh,” said Adrian dismissively, glancing away. The way he said the word seemed to be a condemnation of books everywhere.

“Don’t forget me,” said Lee, grinning at his father. “I told you I’ll be around more.”

“Maybe young Adrian here will keep you out of trouble, then,” declared Clarence.

No one said anything to that, but I saw Adrian’s friends exchange a few amused glances.

Keith didn’t look nearly as freaked out as he had when we’d arrived, but there was a new air of impatience and irritability in him that I didn’t quite understand. “Well,” he said, after clearing his throat. “I need to get home and take care of some business. And since you’re my ride, Sydney . . .”

He left the words hanging but looked at me meaningfully. From what I’d learned, I was more convinced than ever that Palm Springs was the least active vampire area anywhere. I couldn’t honestly figure out what “business” Keith would have to take care of, but we had to leave here sooner or later. Eddie and Jill went to gather their luggage, and Rose used the opportunity to pull me aside.

“How have you been?” she asked in a low voice. Her smile was genuine. “I’ve been worried about you, ever since . . . well, you know. No one would tell me what happened to you.” The last time I’d seen her, I’d been held prisoner in a hotel by guardians while the Moroi tried to figure out how big my role had been in Rose’s escape.

“I was in a little trouble at first,” I said. “But it’s past.” What was a small lie between friends? Rose was so strong that I couldn’t stand the thought of looking weak in front of her. I didn’t want her to know that I still lived in fear of the Alchemists, forced to do whatever it took to get back in their good graces.

“I’m glad,” she said. “They told me originally it was your sister that was going to be here.”

Those words reminded me again how Zoe could replace me at any moment. “It was a mix-up.”

Rose nodded. “Well, I feel a little better with you here, but it’s still hard . . . I still feel like I should protect Jill. But I need to protect Lissa too. They think Jill’s the easier target, but they’re still going after Lissa.” The inner turmoil shone in her dark eyes, and I felt a pang of pity. This was what I’d had trouble explaining to the other Alchemists, how dhampirs and vampires could seem so human at times. “It’s been crazy, you know. Ever since Lissa took the throne? I thought I’d finally get to relax with Dimitri.” Her smile broadened. “I should’ve known nothing’s ever simple with us. We’ve spent all our time looking out for Lissa and Jill.”

“Jill will be okay. As long as the dissidents don’t know she’s here, it should all be easy. Boring, even.”

She was still smiling, but her smile had dimmed a little. “I hope so. If you only knew what had happened . . .” Her expression changed as some memory seized her. I started to insist she tell me what had happened, but she shifted the subject before I could. “We’re working on changing the law—the one that says Lissa needs one family member in order to stay queen. Once that’s done, both she and Jill will be out of danger. But that just means those who want to take out Jill are more insane than ever, because they know the clock’s ticking.”

“How long?” I asked. “How long will it take to change the law?”

“I don’t know. A few months, maybe? Legal stuff . . . well, it’s not my thing. Not the details of it, at least.” She grimaced briefly and then became battle tough again. She tossed her hair over one shoulder. “Crazy people who want to hurt my friends? That is my thing, and believe me, I know how to deal with it.”

“I remember,” I said. It was weird. I thought of Rose as one of the strongest people I knew, yet it seemed as though she needed my assurance. “Look, you go do what you do, and I’ll do what I do. I’ll make sure Jill blends in. You guys got her out without anyone knowing. She’s off the grid now.”

“I hope so,” Rose repeated, voice grim. “Because if she’s not, your little group here doesn’t stand a chance against those crazy rebels.”

CHAPTER 5

AND ON THAT NOTE, Rose left me so she could tell the others goodbye.

Her words left me chilled. For half a second, I wanted to demand a reassessment of this mission. I wanted to