Richelle Mead - Bloodlines

Meanwhile, it was getting harder and harder to hide my incredulity. “Zoe was eleven when you stayed with us,” I said. “How in the world could you have drawn those conclusions?” I didn’t buy for an instant that he’d had “concerns” about me back then. No—scratch that. He’d probably had concerns the last day he stayed with us, when I confronted him about a dirty secret he’d been hiding. That, I was almost certain, was what all of this was about. He wanted me silenced. My adventures with Rose were simply an excuse to get me out of the way.

“Zoe was always advanced for her age,” Keith said. “Sometimes you can just tell.”

“Zoe’s never seen a Strigoi, let alone a Moroi! She’d probably freeze up if she did. That’s true of most Alchemists,” I pointed out. “Whoever you send is going to have to be able to stand being around them, and no matter what you think of my reasons, I’m used to them. I don’t like them, but I know how to tolerate them. Zoe hasn’t had anything but the most basic of instruction—and that’s all been in our home. Everyone keeps saying this is a serious assignment. Do you really want to risk its outcome because of inexperience and unsubstantiated fears?” I finished, proud of myself for staying calm and making such a reasoned argument.

Barnes shifted uneasily. “But if Keith had doubts years ago . . .”

“Zoe’s training is still probably enough to get by,” said my father.

Five minutes ago, my father had endorsed me going instead of her! Was anyone here even listening to me? It was like I was invisible now that Keith was here. Horowitz had been busily cleaning and putting away his tattooing tools but looked up to scoff at Barnes’s remark.

“You said the magic words: ‘years ago.’ Keith couldn’t have been much older than these girls are now.” Horowitz shut his tool case and leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. “I don’t doubt you, Keith. Not exactly. But I’m not really sure you can base your opinion of her off memories from when you were all children.”

By Horowitz’s logic, he was saying I was still a child, but I didn’t care. He’d delivered his comments in an effortless, easy way that nonetheless left Keith looking like an idiot. Keith knew it, too, and turned bright red.

“I concur,” said Stanton, who was clearly getting impatient. “Sydney wants this badly, and few would, considering it means she’ll actually have to live with a vampire.”

Want it badly? Not exactly. But I did want to protect Zoe at all costs and restore my credibility. If it meant thwarting Keith Darnell along the way, then so much the—

“Wait,” I said, replaying Stanton’s words. “Did you say live with a vampire?”

“Yes,” said Stanton. “Even if she’s in hiding, the Moroi girl still has to have some semblance of a normal life. We figured we’d kill two birds with one stone and enroll her in a private boarding school. Take care of her education and lodging. We would make arrangements for you to be her roommate.”

“Wouldn’t that mean . . . wouldn’t that mean I’d have to go to school?” I asked, feeling a little puzzled now. “I already graduated.” High school, at least. I’d made it clear a number of times to my father that I’d love to go to college. He’d made it equally clear that he didn’t feel there was a need.

“You see?” said Keith, jumping on the opportunity. “She’s too old. Zoe’s a better age match.”

“Sydney can pass for a senior. She’s the right age.” Stanton gave me a once-over. “Besides, you were homeschooled, right? This’ll be a new experience for you. You can see what you were missing.”

“It would probably be easy for you,” said my father grudgingly. “Your education was superior to anything they can offer.” Nice backhanded compliment, Dad.

I was afraid to show how uneasy this deal was making me. My resolve to look out for Zoe and myself hadn’t changed, but the complications just kept growing. Repeat high school. Live with a vampire. Keep her in witness protection. And even though I’d talked up how comfortable I was around vampires, the thought of sharing a room with one—even a seemingly benign one like Jill—was unnerving. Another woe occurred to me.

“Would you be an undercover student too?” I asked Keith. The idea of lending him class notes made me nauseous again.

“Of course not,” he said, sounding insulted. “I’m too old. I’ll be the Local Area Mission Liaison.” I was willing to bet he’d just made that title up on the spot. “My job is to help coordinate the assignment and report back to our superiors. And I’m not going to do it if she’s the one there.” He looked from face to face as he spoke that last line, but there was no question who she was. Me.

“Then don’t,” said Stanton bluntly. “Sydney is going. That’s my decision, and I’ll argue it to any higher authority you want to take it to. If you are so against her placement, Mr. Darnell, I will personally see that you are transferred out of Palm Springs and don’t have to deal with her at all.”

All eyes swiveled to Keith, and he hesitated. She’d caught him in a trap, I realized. I had to imagine that with its climate, Palm Springs didn’t see a lot of vampire action. Keith’s job there was probably pretty easy, whereas when I’d worked in St. Petersburg, I’d been constantly having to do damage control. That place was a vampire haven, as were some of the other places in Europe and Asia my father had taken me to visit. Don’t even get me started about Prague. If Keith were transferred, he took the risk of not only getting a bigger workload but also of being in a much worse location. Because although Palm Springs wasn’t desirable for vampires, it sounded kind of awesome for humans.

Keith’s face confirmed as much. He didn’t want to leave Palm Springs. “What if she goes there, and I have reason to suspect her of treason again?”

“Then report her,” said Horowitz, shifting restlessly. He obviously wasn’t impressed with Keith. “The same as you would anyone.”

“I can increase some of Zoe’s training in the meantime,” said my father, almost as an apology to Keith. It was clear whose side my father was on. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t even Zoe’s, really. “Then, if you find fault with Sydney, we can replace her.”

I bristled at the thought of Keith being the one to decide if I had faults, but that didn’t bother me nearly as much as the thought of Zoe still being tied to this. If my father was keeping her on standby, then she wasn’t out of danger yet. The Alchemists could still have their hooks in her—as could Keith. I vowed then that no matter what it took, even if I had to handfeed him grapes, I would make sure Keith had no reason to doubt my loyalties.

“Fine,” he said, the word seeming to cause him a lot of pain. “Sydney can go . . . for now. But I’ll be watching you.” He fixed his gaze on me. “And I’m not going to cover for you. You’ll be responsible for keeping that vampire girl in line and getting her to her feedings.”

“Feedings?” I asked blankly. Of course. Jill would need blood. For a moment, all my confidence wavered. It was easy to talk about hanging out with vampires when none were around. Easier still when you didn’t think about what it was that made vampires who they were. Blood. That terrible, unnatural need that fueled their existence. An awful thought sprang into my mind, vanishing as quickly as it came. Am I supposed to give her my blood? No. That was ridiculous. That was a line the Alchemists would never cross. Swallowing, I tried to conceal my brief moment of panic. “How do you plan on feeding her?”

Stanton nodded to Keith. “Would you explain?” I think she was giving him a chance to feel important, as a way of making up for his earlier defeat. He ran with it.