He took a deep breath, showing that same resolve and anxiety he’d had when asking me for future dates. “Sydney,” he said, voice formal, “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
I stopped mid-sip. “Wait… what?”
“I know how devastating this probably is for you,” he added. “And I admit, it’s hard for me too. But in light of recent events, it’s become clear you just aren’t ready for a relationship yet.”
“Recent events?”
He nodded solemnly. “Your family. You’ve broken off a number of our social engagements to be with them. While that kind of familial devotion is admirable, I just can’t be in that kind of volatile relationship.”
“Volatile?” I just kept repeating his key words and finally forced myself to get a grip. “So… let me get this straight. You’re breaking up with me.”
He thought about it. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
I waited for some internal reaction. An outpouring of grief. The sense of my heart breaking. Any emotion, really. But mostly, all I felt was kind of a puzzled surprise.
“Huh,” I said.
That was apparently enough of a distraught reaction for Brayden. “Please don’t make this harder than it is. I admire you a lot. You’re absolutely the smartest girl I’ve ever met. But I just can’t be involved with someone as irresponsible as you.”
I stared. “Irresponsible.”
Brayden nodded again. “Yes.”
I’m not sure where it started, somewhere in my stomach or chest, maybe. But all of a sudden, I was consumed by uncontrollable laughter. I couldn’t stop. I had to set down my coffee, lest I spill it. Even then, I had to bury my face in my hands to wipe away tears.
“Sydney?” asked Brayden cautiously. “Is this some kind of hysterical-grief reaction?”
It took me almost another minute to calm myself enough to answer him. “Oh, Brayden. You’ve made my day. You’ve given me something I never thought I’d get. Thank you.” I reached for the coffee and stood up. He looked completely lost.
“Um, you’re welcome?”
I left the coffee shop, still laughing like a fool. For the last month or so, everyone in my life had gone on and on about how responsible I was, how diligent, how exemplary. I’d been called a lot of things. But never, ever, had I been called irresponsible.
And I kind of liked it.
CHAPTER 24
BECAUSE THIS DAY couldn’t get any weirder, I decided to stop by Adrian’s. There was something I was dying to know but hadn’t had a chance to ask.
He opened the door when I knocked, a paintbrush in hand. “Oh,” he said. “Unexpected.”
“Am I interrupting anything?”
“Just homework.” He stepped aside to let me in. “Don’t worry. It’s not the crisis for me that it would be for you.”
I entered the living room and was happy to see it filled with canvases and easels once again. “You’ve got your art studio back.”
“Yup.” He set the brush down and wiped his hands on a rag. “Now that this place is no longer research central, I can return it to its normal artistic state.”
He leaned against the back of the plaid sofa and watched me as I strolled from canvas to canvas. One of them gave me pause. “What’s this? It looks like a lily.”
“It is,” he said. “No offense, but this lily is kind of more badass than yours. If the Alchemists want to buy the rights to this and start using it, I’m willing to negotiate.”
“Noted,” I said. I was still smiling from Brayden’s breakup, and this only added to my good mood. Although, admittedly, the painting kind of lost me a little-as the abstract nature of his art often did. The lily, despite being more stylized and “badass” than the prim one on my cheek, was still clearly identifiable. It was even done in gold paint. Splashes of free-form scarlet paint surrounded it, and around the red was an almost crystalline pattern in ice blue. It was striking, but if there was some deeper meaning, it was beyond me.
“You’re in an awfully good mood,” he observed. “Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?”
I gave up on my artistic interpretation and turned to him. “Nope. Brayden broke up with me.”
Adrian’s smirk faded. “Oh. Shit. I’m sorry. Are you… I mean, do you need a drink? Do you need to, uh, cry or anything?”
I laughed. “No. Weirdly, I’m fine. It really doesn’t bother me at all. But it should, right? Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”
Adrian’s green eyes weighed me. “I don’t think so. Not every breakup is a tragedy. Still… you might be due for some kind of comfort.”
He straightened and walked over to the kitchen. Puzzled, I watched as he pulled something from the freezer and rifled through his silverware drawer. He returned to the living room and presented me with a pint of pomegranate gelato and a spoon.
“What’s this for?” I asked, accepting the offering out of shock alone.
“For you, obviously. You wanted pomegranate, right?”
I thought back to the night at the Italian restaurant. “Well, yeah… but you didn’t need to do this…”
“Well, you wanted it,” he said reasonably. “That, and a deal’s a deal.”
“What deal?”
“Remember when you said you’d drink a regular can of pop if I didn’t smoke for a day? Well, I calculated the calories, and that’s the same as a serving of this. If you can believe there are four servings in that tiny thing.”
I nearly dropped the gelato. “You… you went a day without smoking?”
“Almost a week, actually,” he said. “So you can eat the whole thing if you want.”
“Why on earth would you do that?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Hey, you laid out the challenge. Besides, smoking’s an unhealthy habit, right?”
“Right…” I was still stunned.
“Eat up. It’s going to melt.”
I handed the gelato back. “I can’t. Not with you watching. It’s too weird. Can I eat it later?”
“Sure,” he said, returning it to the freezer. “If you’ll really eat it. I know how you are.”
I crossed my arms as he stood opposite me. “Oh?”
He fixed me with a disconcertingly hard look. “Maybe everyone else thinks your aversion to food is cute-but not me. I’ve watched you watch Jill. Here’s some tough love: you will never, ever have her body. Ever. It’s impossible. She’s Moroi. You’re human. That’s biology. You have a great one, one that most humans would kill for-and you’d look even better if you put on a little weight. Five pounds would be a good start. Hide the ribs. Get a bigger bra size.”
“Adrian!” I was aghast. “You… are you out of your mind? You have no right to tell me that! None at all.”
He scoffed. “I have every right, Sage. I’m your friend, and no one else is going to do it. Besides, I’m the king of unhealthy habits. Do you think I don’t know one when I see it? I don’t know where this came from-your family, too many Moroi, or just your own OCD nature-but I’m telling you, you don’t have to do it.”
“So this is some kind of intervention.”
“This is the truth,” he said simply. “From someone who cares and wants your body to be as healthy and amazing as your mind.”
“I’m not listening to this,” I said, turning away. A mix of emotions churned in me. Anger. Outrage. And weirdly, a little relief. “I’m going. I never should have come by.”
His hand on my shoulder stopped me. “Wait… listen to me.” Reluctantly, I turned. His expression was still stern, but his voice had softened. “I’m not trying to be mean. You’re the last person I want to hurt… but I don’t want you hurting yourself either. You can ignore everything I just said, but I had to get it out, okay? I won’t mention
