Moroi life, but it was nothing like this.
All of this spun in my mind while we ate and talked. The Keepers still had a lot more questions about us and Tatiana. The only one not participating was Angeline. She ate as little as Sydney and kept watching me with a scowl.
'We need some supplies,' said Sydney abruptly, interrupting me in the middle of a gruesome story. I didn't mind, but the others looked disappointed. 'Where's the nearest town that would have a coffee shop . . . or any restaurant?'
'Well,' said Paulette. 'Rubysville is a little over an hour north. But we have plenty of food here for you.'
'It's not about food,' I said quickly. 'Yours has been great.' I glanced at Sydney. 'An hour's not so bad, right?'
She nodded and then glanced hesitantly at Raymond. 'Is there any way . . . is there any way we could borrow a car? I'll . . .' The next words clearly caused her pain. 'I'll leave the keys to mine until we get back.'
He arched an eyebrow. 'You've got a nice car.'
Sydney shrugged. 'The less we drive it around here, the better.'
He told us we could take his truck and that he 'probably' wouldn't even need to use the CR-V. Sydney gave him a tight smile of thanks, but I knew images of vampires joyriding in her car were dancing through her head.
We set out soon after that, wanting to be back before the sun went down. People were out and about in the commune, doing chores or whatever else it was they did with their lives. A group of children sat around a dhampir reading a book to them, making me wonder what sort of education process they had here.
All of the Keepers stopped whatever they were doing as we passed, giving us either curious looks or outright smiles. I smiled back occasionally but mostly kept my eyes ahead. Joshua was escorting us back to the 'parking lot' and managed to walk beside me when we reached the narrow path.
'I hope you won't be gone long,' he said. 'I'd wanted us to talk more.'
'Sure,' I said. 'That'd be fun.'
He brightened and chivalrously pushed aside a low-hanging branch. 'Maybe I can show you my cave.'
'Your—wait. What? Don't you live with your dad?'
'For now. But I'm getting my own place.' There was pride in his voice. 'It's not as big as his, of course, but it's a good start. It's almost cleaned out.'
'That's really, um, great. Definitely show me when we're back.' The words came easily to my lips, but my mind was pondering the fact that Raymond's house was apparently 'big.'
Joshua parted ways from us when we reached Raymond's truck, a big red pickup with a seat that could just barely hold the three of us. Considering the Keepers didn't leave the woods much, the truck seemed like it had seen a lot of miles. Or maybe just a lot of years of disuse.
'You shouldn't lead him on like that,' Dimitri said, when we'd been on the road for about ten minutes. Surprisingly, Sydney had let him drive. I guessed she figured a manly truck deserved a manly driver.
Now that we were moving, my mind had focused back on the task at hand: finding the other Dragomir. 'Huh?'
'Joshua. You were flirting with him.'
'I was not! We were just talking.'
'Aren't you with Adrian?'
'Yes!' I exclaimed, glaring at Dimitri. His eyes were fixed on the road. 'And that's why I wasn't flirting. How can you read so much into that? Joshua doesn't even like me that way.'
'Actually,' said Sydney, sitting between us, 'he does.'
I turned my incredulity on her. 'How do you know? Did he pass you a note in class or something?'
She rolled her eyes. 'No. But you and Dimitri are like gods back at camp.'
'We're outsiders,' I reminded her. 'Tainted.'
'No. You're renegade Strigoi – and queen-killers. It might have all been southern charm and hospitality back there, but those people can be savage. They put a big premium on being able to beat people up. And, considering how scruffy most of them are, you guys are . . . well . . . let's just say you two are the hottest things to walk through there in a while.'
'You're not hot?' I asked.
'It's irrelevant,' she said, flustered by the comment. 'Alchemists aren't even on their radar. We don't fight. They think we're weak.'
I thought back to the enraptured faces and had to admit that a lot of the people there did have a weathered, worn-out look. Almost. 'Raymond's family was pretty good-looking,' I pointed out. I heard a grunt from Dimitri who no doubt read this as evidence of me flirting with Joshua.
'Yeah,' she said. 'Because they're probably the most important family in town. They eat better, probably don't have to work in the sun as much. That kind of stuff makes a difference.'
There was no more talk of flirting as we continued the drive. We made good time to Rubysville, which looked eerily similar to the first town we'd stayed in. When we stopped at what appeared to be the Rubysville's only gas station, Sydney ran inside to ask a few questions. She came back, reporting that there was indeed a café of sorts where she could plug in her laptop and try to look up what we needed.
She ordered coffee, and we sat there with her, too full from breakfast to order anything substantial. After a couple dirty looks from a waitress who seemed to regard us as loiterers, Dimitri and I decided to take a walk around town. Sydney looked almost as pleased as the waitress about this. I don't think she liked having us hover around.
I'd given Sydney a hard time about West Virginia, but I had to admit the scenery was beautiful. Soaring trees, full of summer leaves, surrounded the town like an embrace. Beyond them, mountains loomed, very different from the ones I'd grown up with near St. Vladimir's. These were rolling and green, covered in more trees. Most of the mountains surrounding St. Vladimir's had been stony and jagged, often with snowy peaks. A strange sense of nostalgia came over me, thinking back to Montana. There was a good possibility I'd never see it again. If I spent the rest of my life on the run, St. Vladimir's was the last place I could go. If I was caught, well . . . then I'd definitely never get to see Montana again.
'Or any place,'I murmured, speaking out loud before I could catch myself.
'Hmm?' asked Dimitri.
'I was just thinking about if the guardians find us. I never realized how much there was I wanted to do and see. Suddenly, that's all at stake, you know?' We moved off to the side of the road as an orange pickup came driving by. Children out of school for the summer screeched and laughed in the back of it. 'Okay, suppose my name isn't cleared and we never find the real murderer. What's the next-best-case scenario? Me: always running, always hiding. That'll be my life. For all I know, I
'I don't think it'll come to that,' said Dimitri. 'Abe and Sydney would help you find some place safe.'
'Is there a safe place? For real? Adrian said the guardians are increasing their efforts to find us. They've got the Alchemists and probably human authorities looking for us too. No matter where we go, we'll run the risk of being spotted. Then we'll have to move on. It'll be like that forever.'
'You'll be alive,' he pointed out. 'That's what matters. Enjoy what you have, every little detail of wherever you are. Don't focus on where you
'Yeah,' I admitted, trying to follow his advice. The sky seemed a little bluer, the birds a little louder. 'I suppose I shouldn't whine over the dream places I won't get to see. I should be grateful I get to see anything at all. And that I'm not living in a cave.'
He glanced over at me and smiled, something unreadable in his eyes. 'Where do you want to go?'
'What, right now?' I glanced around, sizing up our options. There was a bait and tackle store, a drugstore, and an ice cream parlor. I had a feeling that last one would be a necessary trip before leaving town.
'No, in the world.'
I eyed him warily. 'Sydney's going to be pissed if we take off for Istanbul or something.'
This got me full-fledged laughter. 'Not what I had in mind. Come on.'
I followed him toward what looked like the bait and tackle store and then noticed a small building tucked behind it. Naturally, his sharp eyes had seen what I missed—probably because I'd been fixated on the ice cream.
