“Two car family,’ he murmured. “I was hoping for that.’
“Or they’re out for a walk and about to come home when they notice a SWAT team in their neighborhood,’ I whispered. “The guardians won’t let themselves be seen.’ We began searching for obvious key locations. At last, I found a set hanging on the side of a cupboard and scooped them up.
“Got “em,’ I said. Since I had the keys, I think Dimitri actually would have let me jump into the driver’s seat. Thanks to my right ankle, however, I had to toss him the keys. The universe had a sick sense of humor.
“Will they spot us in this?’ I asked, as Dimitri opened the garage door and backed out. “It’s, uh, a bit flashier than our usual stolen car profile.’ It was also awesome. Sydney, car geek that she was, would have loved it. I bit my lip, still guilty that we’d left her behind. I tried to push the thought out of my head for now.
“It is,’ agreed Dimitri. “But other cars will be driving down the street. Some guardians will still be searching the yards, and some will be guarding the Mastranos. They don’t have infinite numbers. They can’t watch everything at once, though they’ll certainly try.’
I held my breath anyway as we drove out of the subdivision. Twice, I thought I spotted stealthy figures by the side of the road, but Dimitri was right: they couldn’t check every car in a busy suburban neighborhood. The darkness also obscured our faces.
Dimitri remembered the way we’d driven in because a few turns later, we were merging onto the freeway. I knew he had no destination in mind, except foraway. With no obvious indications that we’d been followed, I shifted my body and stretched out my throbbing leg. My chest had that light, nebulous feeling you got when too much adrenaline was pumping through you.
“They turned us in, didn’t they?’ I asked. “Victor and Robert called us in and then took off. I should have kept watch.’
“I don’t know,’ Dimitri said. “It’s possible. I saw them just before I talked to you, and everything seemed fine. They wanted to go with us to find Jill, but they knew it was only a matter of time before we turned them over to the authorities. I’m not surprised they came up with an escape plan. They could have used the feeding as a distraction to call the guardians and get rid of us.’
“Crap.’ I sighed and pushed my hair back, wishing I had a ponytail holder. “We should’ve gotten rid of them when we had the chance. What’ll happen now?’
Dimitri was silent for a few seconds. “The Mastranos will be questioned … extensively. Well, all of them will, really. They’ll lock Sonya up for investigation, like me, and Sydney will be shipped back to the Alchemists.’
“And what will they do to her?’
“I don’t know. But I’m guessing her helping vampire fugitives won’t go over well with her superiors.’
“Crap,’ I repeated. Everything had fallen apart. “And what are we going to do?’
“Put some distance between us and those guardians. Hide somewhere. Wrap up your ankle.’
I gave him a sidelong look. “Wow. You’ve got everything planned out.’
“Not really,’ he said, a small frown on his face. “That’s the easy stuff. What happens after that is going to be the hard part.’
My heart sank. He was right. Provided the Mastranos weren’t indicted by Moroi authorities for helping criminals, Emily now had no one forcing her to acknowledge Jill’s heritage. If Sydney was being hauled back to her own people–well. She couldn’t help either. I was going to have to tell someone else, I realized. The next time I made contact with Adrian, I’d have to divulge the truth so that my friends could do something about Jill. We couldn’t sit on this secret any longer.
Dimitri took the next exit, and I tuned back into the world. “Hotel?’ I asked.
“Not quite,’ he said. We were in a busy, commercial area, not far from Ann Arbor, I thought. One of the Detroit suburbs. Restaurants and stores lined the road, and he turned us toward a twenty-four-hour superstore that promised to carry “everything.’ He parked and opened his door. “Stay here.’
“But–‘
Dimitri looked meaningfully at me, and I glanced down. I’d come away from our fight more scuffed up than I realized, and the dress had torn. My ragged appearance would attract attention, as would my limping. I nodded, and he left.
I spent the time turning over our problems, cursing myself for not having found a way to turn in the brothers once Robert had restored Sonya. I’d been bracing myself for betrayal in the form of some magical attack. I hadn’t expected something as simple as a call to the guardians.
Dimitri, ever the efficient shopper, returned soon with two large bags and something slung over his shoulder. He tossed it all in the backseat, and I peered back curiously. “What’s that?’ It was long and cylindrical, covered in canvas.
“A tent.’
“Why are we–‘ I groaned. “No hotel, huh?’
“We’ll be harder to find at a campground. The car will especially be harder to find. We can’t get rid of it quite yet, not with your foot.’
“Those poor people,’ I said. “I hope their car insurance covers theft.’
Back on the freeway, we soon left the urban sprawl, and it wasn’t long before we saw advertisements for campgrounds and RV parks. Dimitri pulled over at a place called Peaceful Pines. He negotiated with the man working in the office and produced a number of crisp bills. That was another reason we couldn’t get a hotel, I realized. Most required credit cards, and Sydney had had all those (in fake names, of course). We were living off cash now.
The clerk gave us directions along a gravel road that led to a spot on the opposite end of the campground. The place was busy with vacationing families, but no one paid much attention to us. Dimitri made sure to park as close to a cluster of trees as possible, in order to obscure the car and its plates. Despite my protests, he wouldn’t let me help with the tent. He claimed he could do it faster without me and that I should stay off my feet. I started to argue until he began assembling the tent. My jaw dropped a little as I watched how quickly he put it together. He didn’t even need the directions. It had to be some kind of record.
The tent was small and sturdy, giving us both room to sit and lie, though he had to hunch just a little when we were sitting. Once inside, I got to see the rest of his purchases. A lot of it was first aid. There was also a flashlight he propped up, a kind of makeshift lamp.
“Let me see the ankle,’ he ordered.
I stretched out my leg, and he pushed my dress’s skirt up to my knee, fingers light against my skin. I shivered as a sense of deja vu swept me. It seemed to be happening to me a lot lately. I thought back to all the times he had helped me with other injuries. We could have been right back in St. Vladimir’s gym. He gently tested the ankle’s mobility and did a little poking and prodding. His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man’s neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
“I don’t think it’s broken,’ he said at last. He lifted his hands, and I noticed how warm I’d been while he touched me. “Just sprained.’
“That kind of thing happens when you keep jumping off roofs,’ I said. Jokes were my old standby to hide discomfort. “You know, we never practiced that in our training.’
He smiled and took out bandaging material, wrapping the ankle until it was supported and stabilized. After that, he produced–
“A bag of frozen peas?’
Dimitri shrugged and rested the bag on my ankle. The coolness instantly made me feel better. “Easier than buying a full bag of ice.’
“You’re pretty resourceful, Belikov. What else do you have stashed away?’
The rest of the bags’ contents turned out to be blankets and some food. I gave him a big grin when I saw he’d gotten me sour cream potato chips and a bar of chocolate. I loved that he remembered such little details about me. My smile faded when another problem quickly popped up.
“You didn’t buy any clothes, did you?’
“Clothes?’ he asked, like it was a foreign word.
I gestured to my torn dress. “I can’t wear this for long. What am I going to do? Make a toga out of a blanket? You’re such a guy, never thinking of this stuff.’
“I was thinking of injury and survival. Fresh clothing’s a luxury, not a necessity.’
“Not even your duster?’ I asked slyly.
Dimitri froze for a moment and then swore. He’d had no need to wear his coat indoors at the Mastranos’–honestly, he didn’t need to outside either–and had left it there in the ensuing fight.
“Don’t worry, comrade,’ I teased. “Plenty more where that came from.’
He spread blankets over the tent’s floor and laid back on them. There was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals … no problem. A missing duster? Crisis. “We’ll get you another one,’ I said. “You know, once we find Jill, clear my name, and save the world.’
“Just those things, huh?’ he asked, making both of us laugh. But when I stretched myself out beside him, both our faces sobered.
“What are we going to do?’ I asked. Tonight’s most popular question.
“Sleep,’ he said, clicking off the flashlight. “Tomorrow we’ll get a hold of Abe or Tasha or … someone. We’ll let them handle it and get Jill where she needs to be.’
I was surprised how small my voice sounded when I spoke. “I feel like we failed. I was so happy back there. I thought we’d done the impossible, but it was for nothing. All this work for nothing.’
“Nothing?’ he asked in astonishment. “What we did … this is huge. You found Lissa’s sister. Another Dragomir. I don’t think you still really understand the weight of that. We had almost nothing to go on, yet you pushed forward and made it happen.’
“And I lost Victor Dashkov. Again.’ “Well, the thing about him is that he doesn’t stay hidden for long. He’s one of those people who always has to be in control. He’ll have to make a move eventually and when he does–we’ll get him.’
The smile returned to my lips, though I knew he couldn’t see it. “And I thought I was the optimistic one here.’
“It’s contagious,’ he replied. Then, to my surprise, his hand found mine in the dark. He laced our fingers together. “You did good, Roza. Very good. Now sleep.’
We touched in no other way, but his hand held all the warmth in the world. This was hardly a perfect moment, like in the library, but our familiar connection and the understanding between us burned brighter than ever, and it felt good. Right. Natural. I didn’t want to sleep. I just wanted to stay there and savor being with him. It wasn’t cheating, I decided, thinking of Adrian. It was just enjoying this closeness.
Still, sleep was essential. We worked out a schedule where each of us took shifts. He would stay awake now while I rested, and I had a feeling if I didn’t sleep, he wouldn’t either when the shift change came. I closed my eyes, and it wasn’t my heart I had to slow down this time. It was my mind, the hamster wheel that went nowhere trying to figure out what to do next. Just get Jill to Court. Just get Jill to Court. That was all that mattered. We’d contact someone who could reach Jill. Dimitri and I would lie low, everything would soon fix itself….
“Thank God.’
I spun around, not even realizing I’d fallen into a spirit dream. I was back in Sonya’s garden with all its sunshine and color, and she sat back in a chair, looking expectant.
“I was afraid you’d be up all night, watching your back,’ she continued.
“I would if I had my choice,’ I replied, strolling over to her. She wasn’t quite whom I’d expected to see in my dreams, but at least I’d made contact with the outside world. I wore the black-and-white dress here, but unlike reality, it was clean and intact. “Dimitri thinks we’re in a secure location–though he’s awake, of course.’
“Of course.’ There was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, but it was brief.
“Where are you?’ I asked. “Did the guardians put you in holding?’
“They didn’t get me,’ she said smugly. “You were their priority, and a little compulsion made sure they didn’t see me. I took off … I hated to leave Emily, though.’
I empathized but was too excited at Sonya’s escape. Good news, finally. “But you can get Jill to Court. You’re free.’
Sonya looked at me as those I’d just spoken French. “I can’t get to Jill.’
I frowned. “Is she under that much security?’
“Rose,’ said Sonya. “Jill isn’t with the guardians at all. Victor and Robert took her.’
“SHE’S WHAT?’ I EXCLAIMED. The dream birds singing in the garden fell silent. “With them? Is that why they called the guardians?’
Sonya’s calmness continued, but she frowned slightly. “Victor and Robert didn’t call the guardians. Why would they?’ “Because … because they wanted to get rid of Dimitri and me …’
“Perhaps,’ said Sonya. “But not while they were still in the house. Victor’s as wanted as you are. It was only Robert’s magic that got them out.’
“Then who …’ The answer hit me. I groaned. “John and Emily. I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. They were too quick to accept fugitives into their house.’
“I actually think it was just John. Emily really did seem to believe you were innocent … even if she didn’t like why you were there. I also suspect she’d worry calling guardians would just draw more attention to Jill’s identity. It wouldn’t surprise me if John didn’t even warn her about calling them. He probably thought he was doing everyone a favor.’
“And instead, he lost his stepdaughter,’ I said. “But why would Victor and Robert take her? And how the hell did two old men subdue a teenage girl anyway?’
Sonya shrugged. “They’re probably stronger than they seem. Compulsion also likely played a role. And as for why? Hard to say. But Victor wants power and control. Keeping the missing Dragomir with him is a good way to possess that.’
I slumped against a tree. “We’ll never get her to Court.’
“We just have to find her,’ said Sonya. “Which I should be able to do once she’s asleep.’
“More dream-walking,’ I said. My hope began to rekindle. “You should go to her now. Find out–‘
“I’ve tried. She’s not asleep. And I’m willing to bet they’re keeping her awake for that very reason so they can put some distance between us. I’ll keep trying, though.’
It wasn’t ideal but was the best we could hope for right now. “And Sydney and the Mastranos?’
“Facing a lot of questions.’ Sonya’s face fell. I knew she still felt bad about abandoning her cousin, just as I felt bad about Sydney.
I gently touched Sonya’s arm. “It’s okay. They’ll be okay. What you did will help Jill.’
She nodded. “How are we going to stay in touch? I can’t always wait for you to be asleep.’
Silence. Excellent point.
“Maybe we could get a cell phone today … God knows we’ve needed one. And well … why don’t you just come to us? Where are you anyway?’
I wondered if I was making a mistake in inviting her to join us. Dimitri and I had gone to great pains to keep our location secret, and that run-in with the guardians had already been a bit closer than I would have liked. Aside from the obvious problems– imprisonment, execution, et cetera–being captured would take us out of the picture for helping Lissa. Yet, I was pretty sure Sonya was one of our allies, and at this point, she might be our only link to Jill.
I’d made a similar gamble in revealing where we were to Victor. And while he had technically helped us, that help had obviously backfired. Nonetheless, I told Sonya the name of our campground and the best directions I could. She said she’d come–I didn’t know how she’d manage it but suspected she was resourceful–and would keep trying to reach Jill.
“Sonya …’ I hesitated to speak, knowing I should just let her end the dream. We had important problems, more serious than what I was about to ask. Plus, this was personal territory. “What did you mean in the car … when I said I’d shared a dream with my boyfriend? You looked surprised.’
Sonya studied me for a long moment, those blue eyes looking deeper into me than I would have liked. Sometimes she seemed safer in crazy mode. “Auras tell a lot, Rose, and I’m very good at reading them. Much better than your friends probably are. A spirit dream wraps your own aura in gold, which is how I knew. Your personal aura is unique to you, though it fluctuates with your feelings and soul. When people are in love, it shows. Their auras shine. When you were dreaming, yours was bright. The colors were bright … but not what I expected from a boyfriend. Of course, not every relationship is the same. People are at different stages. I would have brushed it off, except …’
“Except what?’
“Except, when you’re with Dimitri, your aura’s like the sun. So is his.’ She smiled when I simply stared in stunned silence. “You’re surprised by this?’
“I … that is, we’re over. We used to be together, but after his change, he didn’t want me anymore. I moved on.’ Where moving on apparently meant holding hands and having close, heated moments. “That’s why I’m with Adrian. I’m happy with Adrian.’ That last sentence sounded almost defensive. Who was I trying to convince? Her or myself?
“Behaviors and feelings rarely line up,’ she said, sounding very Dimitri Zen-like. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve got some issues to work out.’
Great. Therapy from a crazy woman. “Okay, let’s suppose there’s something to this. I only really gave up on Dimitri a couple weeks ago. It’s possible I’m probably still holding onto some feelings.’ Possible? I thought about how acutely aware of his physical presence I always was in the car, the carefree harmony in the library, how good it felt to work with him in that way of ours, both so determined and almost never second- guessing the other. And only hours ago, in the guestroom …
Sonya had the audacity to laugh. “Possible? After only two weeks? Rose, you’re wise in so many ways … and so young in others.’
I hated being judged by my age but had no time for temper tantrums. “Okay, whatever. I’ve still got feelings. But not him. You didn’t see him after he was changed. It was horrible. He was depressed. He said he wanted to avoid me at all costs, that he couldn’t love anyone again. It wasn’t until this escape madness that he even started acting like his old self.’
“He and I talked about that,’ she said, face serious again. “About the depression. I understand it. After being Strigoi … doing what we did … you don’t feel worthy of life. There’s just guilt and darkness and the crushing memories of that evil.’ She shuddered.
“You … you’ve acted differently from him. I mean, you look so sad sometimes, but at others … it’s like nothing happened. You’re already back to your old self. Mostly. Why the difference in you two?’
“Oh, I’ve still got the guilt, believe me. After Robert changed me …’ There was venom when she spoke his name. “Well, I didn’t want to leave my house, my bed. I hated myself for what I’d done. I wished I’d been staked to death. Then Dimitri talked to me… . He said that guilt was inevitable. The fact that I can feel it proves I’m not Strigoi. But he told me I can’t let that stop me from embracing life again. We’ve been given second chances, he and I. We can’t throw them away. He also said it took him a while to realize it and that he didn’t want me to make the same mistakes. He told me to embrace life and its beauty and the people I love before it was too late–even though it’d be difficult. Shaking that Strigoi past … it’s like a weight, always pressing on me. He swore he wasn’t going to let it control him anymore–which, believe me, sounds noble but is very hard to do–and that he wouldn’t let his life be pointless. He’d already lost some things forever but refused to let go of the rest.’
“He said all that? I … I’m not even sure what half of it means.’ He told me to embrace life and its beauty and the people I love before it was too late.