The Fiery Heart (35 page)

“You did what you had to do,” I said, which was neither a confirmation nor a denial. Circumstances had put both sisters in very, very bad positions.

“Well, you can tell her the news, but otherwise, try to keep it quiet until the vote happens. Once it's secure, we can tell the world.”

I saluted. “As you command.” I could tell she was getting ready to end the call. “Hey, is your worse half around? I need to ask him something.”

A flicker of surprise showed in her eyes. Christian and I hadn't been the best of friends lately. “Sure. He's actually right over here.” I saw her get up and leave, and a moment later, Christian appeared with his trademark sarcastic smile.

“What's up?” he asked. “Need some hairstyling tips?”

I choked up for half a second. Maybe Aunt Tatiana didn't haunt my waking days anymore, but she lived forever in my memories. The Ozeras all had a strong resemblance, and looking at him, with his black hair and icy blue eyes, suddenly made me see his aunt, Tasha Ozera. The old panic and depression started to rear up in me, and I slowly, carefully urged it back down. What had happened wasn't Christian's fault. We were friends. I could handle this.

“Tips you stole from me? No thanks. But I hear you've got a really good bacon meatloaf recipe.”

It was worth it then and there to see his complete and total surprise.

“Since when do you cook?” he finally managed to stammer.

“Oh, you know. I'm a Renaissance man. I do it all. Send it if you've got it, and I'll give it a try. I'll let you know if I make any improvements.”

His smirk returned. “Are you trying to impress a girl?”

“With cooking?” I pointed at my face. “This is all it takes, Ozera.”

Once I finished with royal shenanigans, I got in touch with Jill. I wanted to be the one to tell her the news about the law. I would've really liked to have taken her out somewhere, but one of the dhampirs would've insisted on going. I wasn't up for that, so she and I made arrangements to meet at her school for a “brother and sister” picnic. It was a nice day, and I still had two leftover cupcakes. Hopper had eaten most of them this morning before Sydney returned him to his inert form to bring him along with her for some togetherness time.

“I can't believe you made these,” Jill said between bites, when we met up later. Another perk of the bond fading was that I could embellish my role in the baking.

“I can't believe you joined an impromptu Strigoi hunt without telling me,” I said sharply.

She sighed. “I would have, but there wasn't time. It all happened so fast. One minute it's a chase, the next, we're in the middle of the action.”

“Yeah. I heard about that too—how you got some action.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “It's not like that. It was just a kiss. And we talked about it later. Kind of. He says he ‘has to think.' Whatever that means.” She sighed again, this time in a lovelorn way. “He probably wasn't really into the kiss and is just trying to find a way to let me down gently.”

“Did he kiss you back?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I think I caught him off guard.”

“Jailbait, he's a guardian. They're never caught off guard.” I watched with amusement as a smile slowly blossomed on her face. “It's about time you get your own romance,” I added. “Instead of always looking in on mine.”

Her smile turned into an outright grin. “I kind of miss not being part of that,” she said. “That sounds creepy. I didn't like the voyeur part, but feeling all that love . . . it was amazing.”

“Be patient. Your time will come.” The sun was going strong, but we were in the shade, and I sprawled out on the blanket I'd brought. “Just try not to let it be in the midst of any more deadly Strigoi battles, okay?”

“Doing that was dangerous,” she admitted. “Not just to my own life but also to Lissa's rule—and all the consequences that would follow if I died.”

I sat back up. “Funny you mention that . . .”

I told Jill the news, about how she might no longer be on Lissa's enemies' most-wanted list. I told her how she might be able to live a normal life—as much as a princess whose half sister was queen of a nation could. Jill's eyes grew so wide, I thought her face would run out of room.

“I could see Mom . . .” She blinked back tears. “I've gotten used to being here . . . but I've missed her so much. I want to see her again.”

I gave her a comforting pat on the hand, refusing to let her know she wasn't the only one wishing for a mother.

She brushed her emotions aside. “What'll happen to everyone if I leave? Everyone else will leave too, right? New assignments?”

“I suppose so. No reason to stay.”

“Sydney will leave too,” Jill realized.

I nodded.

“What will you do?”

“I don't know,” I said honestly. “I came here for you. I still want to support you, you know that. But do we need to stay together so long as the bond is inactive? And how can I follow Sydney to her next assignment? We have the excuse of her job now for seeing each other. If I followed her halfway around the world . . . well, there'd be no explaining that.”

“She could leave them. Marcus did.” The sympathy in Jill's face almost made me want to cry. “You could go somewhere. Are you still making up escape plans?”

West Virginia. Rome. New Orleans. Fiji. Sweden.

“Those are just jokes,” I said, feeling sad for reasons I couldn't understand. “I need to talk to her about it. She doesn't even know the news, and there's been no vote yet.”

But first we had to get through Marcus and the ink delivery. I texted Sydney when I got home, careful in my wording since it wasn't the Love Phone.
Everything still a go?
Her answer came back swiftly:
As far as I know.

The day dragged after that, mostly because I missed her and wanted to see her. I took care of some assignments and went to the coffee shop, which had disappointing results when my phone didn't turn up. My only hope was that someone had found it in a classroom and turned it in to Carlton's security office. Otherwise, Sydney and I would have to get new Love Phones.

When I went to Jackie's later, Marcus actually answered the door with two guys behind him I didn't know. They both had golden lilies on their cheeks with no indigo seal. I wondered if these were his guinea pigs.

“Adrian,” Marcus said, striding forward to shake my hand.

“Marcus,” I returned. It was hard to believe we'd reached this point, since I'd tried to punch him sixty seconds after the first time we met.

“This is Jamie and Chad; just picked them up in New Mexico.”

I shook their hands too, and Jackie strolled into the living room. I grinned, genuinely happy to see her. “Always a delight.” She set down a tray of tea and lemonade and kissed me on the cheek.

“No hot date tonight?” I asked.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, I could hardly go out when I was hosting some sort of clandestine meeting, could I? Rest easy, you'll have your privacy, and if you're worried about my relationship with Malachi, be assured that we're going out later and that things are still going wonderfully.”

“Worried? No. Puzzled, slightly disturbed? Yes. But I'm not surprised things are going well. I'm sure you have him eating out of your hand, heartbreaker.”

She chuckled. “Oh, Adrian, I'm glad Sydney keeps you around for entertainment.”

“I supposed it'd have to be that,” said Marcus, nodding in thanks as he took some lemonade. “And speaking of her . . . I'm surprised she wasn't here an hour beforehand.”

I glanced at a clock. It was actually five minutes before the designated time. “A month ago she would've been. But now her sister's been assigned here, and life's a little more . . . difficult.”

Marcus's eyebrows knit together. “Yeah? Want to elaborate?”

Jackie scooped up a tabby cat. “I think this is my cue to go in my workshop. Come get me if you need anything, and make sure Sydney says hello before she leaves.”

I sat down in the living room with Marcus and his Merry Men. I strategically took over a whole love seat so that no one else could sit there until Sydney came. Well, no one human, at least. As soon as I sat down, three cats jumped up with me and made themselves comfortable.

“They recruited Sydney's sister,” I explained to Marcus. “And made her part of the Amberwood act. She's got a lot to prove and has been extra suspicious of Sydney's activities—like if she's gone too long or seems extra friendly with any Moroi.”

Marcus's face darkened as I spoke. “I warned her. I told her this would happen. She should have come with me.”

I pointed to the pail of ink that Jackie must have brought out. “If she had, she wouldn't have been able to do this. She may have changed the whole way you do business, Robin Hood. Ink that permanently breaks the Alchemist hold but that they can't see? You can put double agents everywhere.”

“I know.” He glanced over at Jamie and Chad, who were watching their leader with rapt eyes. “And believe me, I've thought about it. But it's so dangerous. The Alchemists are good at sniffing out traitors.”

“Sydney's good too,” I said staunchly.

“I know she is. But like I told her before, you can't be on your game all the time. Eventually, you slip up. Little things. Little bread crumbs.”

I kept my own game face on and pretended to be very interested in a calico purring on my lap, but inside me, unease stirred. Little things. Like sex in a car. Or staying the night. Or picking me up from a pawnshop. Any one thing that some spy for the Alchemists could find out about. We'd gone in with good intentions, but Marcus was right. We'd grown careless. When I looked up, I saw him studying me with his bright blue eyes. He might not know about the specifics of Sydney and me, but he knew what I was thinking: that she'd slipped up.

“Would you be able to get her out of here?” I asked. “If she would go?”

He nodded. “I should be able to.”

“Where would you take her?” West Virginia. Rome. New Orleans.

“I don't know yet. Somewhere she can still be useful but safe.” Marcus grew silent for a few moments, and I could tell he really did care about her and all his other recruits. “
Would
she go?”

“She'll go,” I said firmly, in no way letting on how difficult it would be to talk her into running away.
And I'll go with her.

Marcus fell into his own thoughts for a bit and then checked his cell phone. “Where is she? I'm dying to know about this ink.”

I looked at the time as well. She was fifteen minutes late. I couldn't remember Sydney ever being late in her life. Taking out my own phone, I tried to think of a neutral message and texted:
Everything right in the world?
When no answer came right away, I took that as a good sign.

“She's probably on her way,” I explained to Marcus. “She won't text and drive.”

He wanted to know about the ink, so I gave him a very vague overview that didn't mention Sydney using magic. I couldn't recall the geological specifics, but it was enough to intrigue him, as did the news about the spirit “Strigoi vaccine.” I figured that wasn't going to stay a secret for long, and Marcus was no friend to the Strigoi.

When another fifteen minutes passed, I started to get uneasy. I actually called her, knowing the Bluetooth in her car would pull in the call. Instead, I went to voice mail. Marcus's eyes watched me sharply.

“Adrian, what's going on?” he asked.

“I don't—there.”

We all listened as a car pulled up into the driveway. Almost immediately, its door slammed and was then followed by frantic and loud knocking at Jackie's door. I was a little surprised that Sydney wouldn't just come on in. Jackie appeared at the commotion, but I made it the door first . . .

. . . and found Eddie.

His clothes were dirty and torn, and the right side of his face was swollen and red. There was a wild, half-crazed look in his eyes I'd never seen before. A feeling of dread settled over me, and the darkness and despair and fear that had left me alone for so long began to rear their collective ugly head. I knew, even without Eddie saying a word, what had to have happened. I knew because of that terrible look of pain on his face, a pain similar to when he hadn't been able to save Mason. I knew because I had a feeling my face looked the same as Eddie's.

“What's wrong?” exclaimed Jackie.

But Eddie's eyes were on me alone. “Adrian,” he gasped out. “I tried, I tried. There were too many. I couldn't stop them.” He came forward and gripped my arm. “I tried, but they took her. It was a setup. I don't know where she is. She tricked me, damn it! I never would have left her if she hadn't tricked me!”

With his free hand, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tiny golden dragon. He offered it to me, but I couldn't touch it.

Marcus had come over to join us. “What are you talking about? What happened?”

I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady myself. I didn't know the details yet, but I knew the ultimate result.

“Things have fallen apart,” I said, finally taking the dragon. “The center didn't hold.”

Z
OE WAS STILL IN BED
when I got back from Adrian's, sullen and curled up with a book she didn't seem to be reading. For half a second, I thought maybe she just had some normal high school angst problem, like a bad grade or no date for the dance. But from the glare she shot me, it was obvious who was responsible for her bad mood. She hadn't liked me always being busy, but I realized that was nothing compared to me siding with Mom. To Zoe, that was unforgivable.

“Zoe,” I said pleadingly. “Let's go out for lunch or something. Get away from cafeteria food.”

“Don't you do plenty of that already?” she snapped. “Coffee breaks with Ms. Terwilliger. Cupcake runs.” The animosity in her gaze made me wince.

“It's not about the food. It's about you. I want us to talk.”

“I don't want to talk to you.” She rolled over with her book, putting her back to me. “Go away. Go do whatever it is you do.”

The thing was, I actually didn't have anything pressing for a change, not until the meeting with Marcus later that night. My ink was done, and there was no magical work with Ms. Terwilliger that needed my attention. I really had hoped I might patch things up with Zoe, but that looked like it wouldn't be happening anytime soon. There was always homework to be done, I supposed, so I packed up my bag and headed to the library. I certainly wasn't going to stick around with all the hostility in my room.

I was halfway through an acid and base assignment when a shadow fell across my table. Looking up, I saw Trey and Angeline standing over me, hand in hand. I didn't know why, but I just started laughing. Maybe after all the tension and danger that had suddenly filled my days, their relationship had actually become something refreshing, no matter how complex.

“You okay there, Melbourne?” asked Trey. “You didn't get hit in the head last night, did you?”

I smiled and gestured for them to sit down. “No, no. Just a little slaphappy, that's all.”

Angeline yawned. “We had a good time staying out all night. You should've come with us. Eddie said you saw Adrian or something?”

“Yeah, I had to go over something with him about Jill.” Another beautiful lie, and from the way neither of them even blinked, I knew they didn't doubt me for a minute.

“Is everything okay with her?” The sudden seriousness in Angeline almost made me smile again. She really was in this for the long haul.

“Fine, fine,” I said. “Aside from her running off on a dangerous Strigoi hunting trip last night.”

“Crazy stuff last night,” said Trey, a gleam in his eyes. “Crazy but awesome.”

“I had no idea you were so good with a sword. You work on that between chemistry homework and football practice?”

He grinned at me. “Just part of the way I grew up.”

“And how are you going to reconcile that with
that?
” I looked down meaningfully at where their hands were clasped together.

They both sobered, and Trey squeezed her hand. “This means more. I told you I needed time to figure out what I should do? Well, it turns out I already knew. I've known for a long time.”

“It goes against how you were raised,” I reminded him. “Against the beliefs of your group.”

He seemed unconcerned. “Things change. They're not my beliefs anymore. They're not even my group anymore. They've made that clear.”

I felt the need to keep playing devil's advocate. “It's that easy to break away?”

“Am I really breaking away
that
much? The Warriors' original purpose was to actively seek out and destroy Strigoi. The leaders just kind of went astray over the years.” That earlier delight returned. “What we did last night . . . I mean, it was terrifying as
hell.
I was scared, especially when that one had me on the ground. But at the same time, it felt so right. Like that's what I was born to do, help smite evil from the world.”

“Did you seriously just say ‘smite'?” I asked.

He shook his head in amusement. “The way I see it, I'm not doing that much different from what I was taught. Strigoi are evil. We need to stop them. I can do that in my own way, without the Warriors. I can do it the way it should be done.”

“And I can help,” declared Angeline. They stared into each other's eyes, and I thought they might start making out then and there. “We'll start our own group.”

“The guardians have strict rules about what dhampirs do,” I warned.

“I'm not a guardian,” she said simply. “I don't answer to them. And anyway, wasn't there talk with the Moroi about going after those monsters?”

“Yes.”

The queen had so many problems right now that I think that one had slipped through. But there had indeed been growing interest in actually doing preemptive strikes against Strigoi—with both guardians and Moroi. For centuries, the Moroi had argued that it was immoral to use magic as a weapon. As time went on, it was becoming more apparent that magic might very well hold the key to their nation's safety.

“Okay,” I continued, surprised to hear myself getting a little combative. “So the Warriors let you go all freelance. But what do you think they're going to do when they find out you're involved with a dhampir? You aren't really keeping it secret.”

He shrugged. “No, but it's not like they have spies here. Even if they find out, all I have to do is put up with the ranting. They won't punish me or anything. Why are you so worked up about this? What's with the twenty questions? Weren't you helping us?”

“She's an Alchemist,” said Angeline, looking uncharac-teristically wise. “It's just how they are.” Even more surprisingly, she suddenly grew hesitant and withdrew her hand from Trey. “Sorry. This is probably like . . . really gross to you. We should've been more considerate.”

It was hard to say which was more ludicrous: Angeline actually being conscious of something like this or the fact that it was completely untrue.

Because honestly, the reason I was giving them such a hard time was that I was jealous. That wasn't an emotion I experienced very often, but here it was, alive and well in me. I was so, so envious that they could do this, be together so openly. No sneaking around. No fears of retribution. Trey had been so casual about being caught by the Warriors. A month ago, their rebuke would've been awful for him. Now, having come to terms with his feelings, he saw their wrath as a small thing. After all, it seemed they'd mostly berate and condemn him. For all their savagery, the Warriors weren't like the Alchemists, who felt a need to eliminate and sanitize their problems. I wanted to cry and scream to the world that this was unfair, but I knew I had no right. Life was unfair to a lot of people. I wasn't special, and this was the fate I'd been given.

“No,” I said, trying to smile. “I'm happy for you guys. Really.”

After a few moments, they decided to believe me and smile back. My phone buzzed with a text, and I saw it was from Adrian:
Everything still a go?
I wrote back:
As far as I know.
After Trey and Angeline left, I tried to use the knowledge that I'd see Adrian tonight as a way to bolster myself. Things could be worse, I supposed. Even if it wasn't unrestricted, we still got to see each other every day.

And yet . . . I was reaching a point where that wasn't enough. I wanted to go to bed with him each night, not just for sex, but so that I could wake up with him in the morning. I wanted to have pancakes together. I wanted to go out on double dates with his friends. I wanted a life with him. I wanted a life for myself.

When I returned to my room later, I saw that Zoe was gone. Things were still a mess between us, but I was at least relieved that she'd dragged herself up. I'd seen too much of that depressed behavior with Adrian and didn't want anyone else to go through it.
Zoe and I will fix this
. We had to.

About an hour before I was supposed to go to Ms. Terwilliger's, another text came in from Adrian:
Change of plan. We're meeting at that restaurant that went out of business on Indian Canyon.

The news came as a shock.
Marcus got in touch?

Adrian's answer was slow in coming.
Yes.

Well. It wasn't that out of character. When I'd dealt with Marcus the last time he was in town, he'd constantly switched meeting spots on us, often deciding at the last minute. He believed it was safer. Maybe there was something to this.

That's a scary place at night,
I wrote.

That's part of the reasoning. Don't worry. We'll all be there.

Okay. I need to stop and get the stuff first.

I'll get it for you.

A realization hit me. We were using the Love Phones. I'd picked mine up without even thinking about it.
You found the phone!

Yup.

Happiness and relief flooded me. I should've known by now not to doubt Adrian.

I love you,
I wrote.
See you soon.

I waited for an answer, but when none came, I started getting ready to go. The restaurant was about twenty minutes away, in a pretty remote place off the main road. As I packed up, I began to think more and more about how sketchy the location was. As I'd thought earlier, it was ideal for Marcus, but it wasn't the kind of place I'd normally go alone. I didn't fear him, but I did worry about other less noble people. One of Wolfe's lessons had been to avoid walking into uncertain situations, and although Adrian's comment about how they'd all be there reassured me, I decided to take an extra precaution for my own peace of mind.

I dialed Eddie.

“Hey,” I said. “You want to run an errand with me?”

“The last time you asked that, we went and met with a bunch of rebel Alchemists.”

“Well, I hope you had fun because that's what I'm doing tonight.” I'd known him long enough to know exactly how to win him over. “I have to go to some remote place in the middle of nowhere. Neil and Angeline will be here for Jill.”

A few seconds passed. “Okay. When are we going?”

“I'll be right over.”

Eddie was relaxed and upbeat when I picked him up, so I knew that he must have gotten in touch with the other dhampirs in the short time it had taken me to come over. Eddie wasn't with Jill twenty-four hours a day, but he seemed to feel as though she were particularly vulnerable if he wasn't on campus. Despite their differences, I knew he felt better having Neil as extra protection.

“Hard to believe everyone's acting so laid-back after last night,” I remarked, noting his good mood.

“Neil's not,” said Eddie. “He seems overwhelmed. I mean, not down or anything. He's happy about the outcome. I think it's just a big thing to accept you hold the solution to a huge mystery. He was trying to explain it last night when we were out.”

“Sorry I missed it,” I said. I really wasn't, not when I looked back upon that heated, urgent night with Adrian.

“Sydney . . .” Eddie's light mood vanished, and even with my eyes on the road, his tone tipped me off that something serious was about to happen. “About that. About you going to Adrian's . . .”

I felt a tightening of my throat and couldn't answer immediately. “Don't talk about that,” I said. “Please.”

“No, we need to.”

Eddie knew. Eddie knew, and if the subject wasn't so dire, I would've laughed. He was oblivious to his own social affairs, but guardians were trained to watch and observe. Eddie did that, and no doubt he'd picked up all sorts of little things between Adrian and me. We tried so hard to hide from the Alchemists, but hiding from our friends, who knew us and loved us, was impossible.

“Are you going to lecture me?” I asked stiffly. “Tell me I'm breaking taboos that have been in place for centuries to preserve the purity of our races?”

“What?” He was aghast. “No, of course not.”

I dared a look. “What do you mean ‘of course not'?”

“Sydney, I'm your friend. I'm his friend. I'd never judge you, and I'd certainly never condemn you.”

“A lot of people think what we're doing is wrong.” It felt strange and oddly relieving to acknowledge my relationship with Adrian to another person.

“Well, I'm not one of them. If you guys want it . . . that's your business.”

“Everyone's suddenly very liberal about this,” I said with wonder. “I just heard a similar thing from Trey and Angeline—about their own relationship, that is. Not about . . . other people's.”

“I think my ill-fated time with Angeline may be part of it,” he said, with more humor than I expected, considering she'd cheated on him. “She talked enough about her people that after a while, it didn't seem that weird. And, well, my race exists because humans and Moroi got together and had kids way back when.”