“Shes right,’ said Adrian. He picked up a remote control and turned on a large, plasma screen TV. He muted the sound and flipped randomly through channels. “But no one forced him.’
Lissa nodded but secretly wondered if she had forced Dimitri inadvertently. His dedicated vow to protect her was no secret. Christian seemed to pick up on her worry.
“Hey, for all we know, he never would have–‘
A knock interrupted him.
“Damn,’ said Adrian, standing up. “So much for peace and quiet.’
“Your parents wouldn’t knock,’ said Christian.
“True, but it’s probably one of their friends wanting to sip port and gossip about the terrible state of today’s murderous youth,’ Adrian called back.
Lissa heard the door open and a muffled conversation. A few moments later, Adrian returned with a young Moroi guy that Lissa didn’t recognize.
“Look,’ the guy was saying, glancing around uneasily, “I can come back.’ He caught sight of Lissa and Christian and froze.
“No, no,’ said Adrian. His transformation from grumpy to cordial had happened as quickly as a light switch being flipped. “I’m sure she’ll be back any minute. Do you guys all know each other?’
The guy nodded, eyes darting from face to face. “Of course.’
Lissa frowned. “I don’t know you.’
The smile never left Adrian’s face, but Lissa picked up quickly that something important was going on. “This is Joe. Joe’s the janitor who helped me out by testifying that I wasn’t with Rose when Aunt Tatiana was murdered. The one who was working in Rose’s building.’
Both Lissa and Christian straightened up. “It was a lucky thing you turned up before the hearing,’ said Christian carefully. For a while, there’d been panic that Adrian might be implicated with me, but Joe had come forward just in time to testify about when he’d seen both me and Adrian in my building.
Joe took a few steps back toward the foyer. “I really should go. Just tell Lady Ivashkov that I came by–and that I’m leaving Court. But that everything’s set.’
“What’s set?’ asked Lissa, slowly standing up.
“She–she’ll know.’ Lissa, I knew, didn’t look intimidating. She was cute and slim and pretty, but from the fear on Joe’s face–well. She must have been giving him a scary look. It reminded me of the earlier encounter with Abe. “Really,’ he added. “I need to go.’
He started to move again, but suddenly, I felt a surge of spirit burn through Lissa. Joe came to a halt, and she strode toward him.
“What did you need to talk to Lady Ivashkov about?’ demanded Lissa.
“Easy, cousin,’ murmured Adrian. “You don’t need that much spirit to get answers.’
Lissa was using compulsion on Joe, so much that he might as well have been a puppet on strings.
“The money,’ Joe gasped, eyes wide. “The money’s set.’
“What money?’ she asked.
Joe hesitated, as though he might resist, but soon gave in. He couldn’t fight that much compulsion, not from a spirit user. “The money … the money to testify … about where he was.’ Joe jerked his head toward Adrian.
Adrian’s cool expression faltered a little. “What do you mean where I was? The night my aunt died? Are you saying …’
Christian picked up where Adrian couldn’t. “Is Lady Ivashkov paying you off to say you saw Adrian?’
“I did see him,’ cried Joe. He was visibly sweating. Adrian had been right: Lissa was using too much spirit. It was physically hurting Joe. “I just … I just … I don’t remember the time … I don’t remember any of the times. That’s what I told the other guy, too. She paid me to put a time on when you were there.’
Adrian didn’t like that, not at all. To his credit, he remained calm. “What do you mean you told “the other guy’?’
“Who else?’ repeated Lissa. “Who else was with her?’
“No one! Lady Ivashkov just wanted to make sure her son was clear. I fudged the details for her. It was the guy … the other guy who came later … who wanted to know when Hathaway was around.’
There was a click from the foyer, the sound of the front door opening. Lissa leaned forward, cranking up the compulsion. “Who? Who was he? What did he want?’
Joe looked like he was in serious pain now. He swallowed. “I don’t know who he was! No one I’d seen. Some Moroi. Just wanted me to testify about when I’d seen Hathaway. Paid me more than Lady Ivashkov. No harm …’ He looked at Lissa desperately. “No harm in helping them both … especially since Hathaway did it …’
“Adrian?’ Daniella’s voice rang down the hall. “Are you here?’
“Back off,’ Adrian warned Lissa in a low voice. There was no joking in it. Her voice was just as soft, her attention still on Joe. “What did he look like? The Moroi? Describe him.’
The sound of high heels clicked on the hall’s wooden floor.
“Like no one!’ said Joe. “I swear! Plain. Ordinary. Except the hand … please let me go …’
Adrian shoved Lissa aside, breaking the contact between her and Joe. Joe nearly sagged to the ground and then went rigid as he locked gazes with Adrian. More compulsion–but much less than Lissa had used.
“Forget this,’ hissed Adrian. “We never had this conversation.’
“Adrian, what are you–‘
Daniella stopped in the living room’s doorway, taking in the strange sights. Christian was still on the couch, but Adrian and Lissa were inches from Joe, whose shirt was soaked with sweat.
“What’s going on?’ Daniella exclaimed.
Adrian stepped back and gave his mother one of those charming smiles that captivated so many women. “This guy came by to see you, Mom. We told him we’d wait until you got back. We’re going to head out now.’
Daniella glanced between her son and Joe. She was clearly uneasy about the scenario and also confused. Lissa was surprised at the “heading out’ comment but followed Adrian’s lead. Christian did too.
“It was nice seeing you,’ said Lissa, attempting a smile to match Adrian’s. Joe looked totally dazed. After Adrian’s last command, the poor janitor had also probably forgotten how he’d ended up at the Ivashkov home.
Lissa and Christian hastily followed Adrian out before Daniella could say much more. “What the hell was that?’ asked Christian, once they were outside. I wasn’t sure if he meant Lissa’s scary compulsion or what Joe had revealed.
“Not sure,’ said Adrian, expression dark. No more cheery smile. “But we should talk to Mikhail.’
“Rose.’
Dimitri’s voice was gentle, bringing me back to him, Sydney, and the car. He’d undoubtedly recognized the expression on my face and knew where I’d been.
“Everything okay back there?’ he asked.
I knew “back there’ meant Court and not the backseat. I nodded, though “okay’ wasn’t quite the right word for what I’d just witnessed. What had I just witnessed? An admission of false testimony. An admission that contradicted some of the evidence against me. I didn’t care so much that Joe had lied to keep Adrian safe. Adrian hadn’t been involved with Tatiana’s murder. I wanted him free and clear. But what about the other part? Some “ordinary’ Moroi who’d paid Joe to lie about when I’d been around, leaving me without an alibi during the murder window?
Before I could fully process the implications, I noticed the car had stopped. Forcing the Joe-info to the back of my mind, I tried to take stock of our new situation. Sydney’s laptop glowed in the front seat as she scrolled through something.
“Where are we?’ I peered out the window. In the headlights, I saw a sad, closed gas station.
“Altswood,’ said Dimitri. By my estimation, there was nothing else but the gas station. “Makes our last town look like New York.’
Sydney shut her laptop. She handed it back, and I set it on the seat beside me, near the backpacks she’d miraculously grabbed when leaving the motel. She shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. Not too far away, I could see the highway and expected her to turn toward it. Instead, she drove past the gas station, deeper into darkness. Like the last place, we were surrounded by mountains and forests. We crept along at a snail’s pace until Sydney spotted a tiny gravel road disappearing into the woods. It was only big enough for one car to go down, but somehow, I didn’t expect we’d run into much traffic out here. A similar road took us in deeper and deeper, and although I couldn’t see her face, Sydney’s anxiety was palpable in the car.
Minutes felt like hours until our narrow path opened up into a large, dirt-packed clearing. Other vehicles–pretty oldlooking–were parked there. It was a strange place for a parking lot, considering all I could see around us was dark forest. Sydney shut off the car.
“Are we at a campground?’ I asked.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she looked at Dimitri. “Are you as good as they say you are?’
“What?’ he asked, startled.
“Fighting. Everyone keeps talking about how dangerous you are. Is it true? Are you that good?’
Dimitri considered. “Pretty good.’
I scoffed. “Very good.’
“I hope it’s enough,’ said Sydney, reaching for the door’s handle.
I opened my door as well. “Aren’t you going to ask about me?’
“I already know you’re dangerous,’ she said. “I’ve seen it.’
Her compliment offered little comfort as we walked out across the rural parking lot. “Why’d we stop?’
“Because we have to go on foot now.’ She turned on a flashlight and shone it along the lot’s perimeter. At last, it flickered across a footpath snaking through the trees. The path was small and easy to miss because weeds and other plants were encroaching on it. “There.’ She began to move toward it.
“Wait,’ said Dimitri. He moved in front of her, leading the way, and I immediately took up the back position in our group. It was a standard guardian formation. We were flanking her the way we would a Moroi. All earlier thoughts of Lissa flitted from my mind. My attention was totally on the situation at hand, all my senses alert to the potential danger. I could see Dimitri was in the same mode, both of us holding our stakes.
“Where are we going?’ I asked as we carefully avoided roots and holes along the path. Branches scraped along my arms.
“To people I guarantee won’t turn you in,’ she said, voice grim.
More questions were on my lips when brilliant light suddenly blinded me. My eyes had grown attuned to the darkness, and the unexpected brightness was too abrupt a change. There was a rustling in the trees, a sense of many bodies around us, and as my vision returned, I saw vampire faces everywhere.
FORTUNATELY, THEY WERE MOROI FACES.
That didn’t stop me from raising my stake and moving closer to Sydney. No one was attacking us, so I held my position–not that it probably mattered. As I took in more and more of the setting, I saw that we were completely surrounded by about ten people. We’d told Sydney we were good, and it was true: Dimitri and I could probably take out a group like this, though the poor fighting quarters would make it difficult. I also realized the group wasn’t entirely Moroi. The ones closest to us were, but around them were dhampirs. And the light I’d thought had come from torches or flashlights was actually coming from a ball of flame held in one of the Moroi’s hands.
One Moroi man stepped forward, about Abe’s age, with a bushy brown beard and a silver stake in his hand. Some part of me noted the stake was crudely made compared to mine, but the point held the same threat. The man’s gaze passed over me and Dimitri, and the stake lowered. Sydney became the object of the guy’s scrutiny, and he suddenly reached out for her. Dimitri and I moved to stop him, but other hands reached out to stop us. I could have fought them but froze when Sydney let out a strangled, “Wait.’
The bearded Moroi gripped her chin and turned her head so that the light fell on her cheek, lighting up the golden tattoo. He released his hold and stepped back.
“Lily-girl,’ he grunted.
The others relaxed very slightly, though they kept their stakes poised and still looked ready to attack if provoked. The Moroi leader turned his attention from Sydney to Dimitri and me.
“You’re here to join us?’ he asked warily.
“We need shelter,’ said Sydney, lightly touching her throat. “They’re being chased by–by the Tainted.’
The woman holding the flame looked skeptical. “More like spies for the Tainted.’
“The Tainted Queen is dead,’ said Sydney. She nodded toward me. “They think she did it.’
The inquisitive part of me started to speak but promptly shut up, wise enough to know this bizarre turn of events was best left in Sydney’s hands. I didn’t understand what she was saying. When she’d said Tainted were pursuing us, I thought she was trying to make this group think we had Strigoi after us. Now, after she’d mentioned the queen, I wasn’t so sure. I also wasn’t so sure identifying me as a potential murderer was that smart. For all I knew, Brown Beard would turn me in and try to score a reward. From the looks of his clothes, he could have used one.
To my surprise, this brought a smile to his face. “And so, another usurper passes on. Is there a new one yet?’
“No,’ said Sydney. “They’ll have elections soon and choose.’
The group’s smiles were replaced by looks of disdain and disapproving mutters about elections. I couldn’t help myself. “How else would they choose a new king or queen?’
“In the true way,’ said a nearby dhampir. “The way it used to be, long ago. In a battle to the death.’ I waited for the punch line, but the guy was clearly serious. I wanted to ask Sydney what she’d gotten us into, but by this point, we’d apparently passed inspection. Their leader turned and began walking down the path. The group followed, moving us along as they did. Listening to their conversation, I couldn’t help a small frown–and not just because our lives might be on the line. I was intrigued by their accents. The motel’s desk clerk had had a thick southern accent, exactly like you’d expect in this part of the country. These guys, while sounding similar, had a few other pronunciations mixed in. It almost reminded me a little of Dimitri’s accent.
I was so tense and anxious that I could hardly focus on how long we walked. Eventually, the path led us to what seemed like a well-hidden campground. A huge bonfire blazed in a clearing with people sitting around. Yet, there were structures scattered off to one side, stretching into the woods along the now widened path. It wasn’t quite a road yet, but it gave the illusion of a town, or at least a village. The buildings were small and shabby but appeared permanent. On the other side of the fire, the land rose sharply into the Appalachians, blocking out the stars. In the flickering light, I could see a mountain’s face that was textured with rough stone and scattered trees, dotted here and there with dark holes.
My attention moved back to the living. The crowd gathered around the fire–a couple dozen or so–fell silent as our escort led us in. At first, all I saw were numbers. That was the warrior in me, counting opponents and planning for attack. Then, just like I had earlier, I truly took in the faces. More Moroi mixed with dhampirs. And–I was shocked to discover–humans.
These weren’t feeders either. Well, not in the sense that I knew feeders. Even in the dark, I could see glimpses of bite marks along some of the humans’ necks, but judging by their curious expressions, I could tell these people didn’t give blood regularly. They weren’t high. They were mixed in among the Moroi and dhampirs, sitting, standing, talking, engaging–the whole group clearly unified in some kind of community. I wondered if these humans were like the Alchemists. Maybe they had some sort of a business relationship with my kind.
The tight formation around us began to spread out, and I moved closer to Sydney. “What in God’s name is all this?’
“The Keepers,’ she said in a low voice.
“Keepers? What does that mean?’
“It means,’ said the bearded Moroi, “that unlike your people, we still keep the old ways, the way we truly should.’
I eyed these “Keepers’ in their worn clothes and the dirty, barefoot children. Reflecting upon how far we were from civilization–and based on how dark it was away from the fire–I was willing to bet they didn’t have electricity. I was on the verge of saying that I didn’t think this was how anyone should truly be living. Then, remembering the casual way these people had spoken about fights to the death, I decided to keep my views to myself.
“Why are they here, Raymond?’ asked a woman sitting by the fire. She was human but spoke to the bearded Moroi in a perfectly ordinary and familiar way. It wasn’t the dreamy manner a feeder usually used with a Moroi. It wasn’t even like the stilted conversations my kind had with the Alchemists. “Are they joining us?’ Raymond shook his head. “No. The Tainted are after them for killing their queen.’
Sydney elbowed me before I could deny the claim. I clenched my teeth, waiting to be mobbed. Instead, I was surprised to find the crowd looking at me with a mix of awe and admiration, just as our welcoming party had.
“We’re giving them refuge,’ explained Raymond. He beamed at us, though I didn’t know if his approval came from us being murderers or if he simply liked the attention he was getting. “Although, you are welcome to join us and live here. We have room in the caves.’
Caves? I jerked my head toward the cliffs beyond the fire, realizing now what those black holes were. Even as I watched, a few people retiring for the night crawled off and disappeared into the dark depths of the mountain.
Sydney answered while I worked to keep a look of horror off my face. “We only need to stay here …’ She faltered, not surprising considering how sketchy our plans had become. “A couple days, probably.’
“You can stay with my family,’ said Raymond. “Even you.’ That was directed toward Sydney, and he made it sound like quite the favor.
“Thank you,’ she said. “We’d be grateful to spend the night at your house.’ The emphasis on the last word was for me, I realized. The wooden structures along the dusty path didn’t look luxurious by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d take one over a cave any day.
The village or commune or whatever was getting increasingly excited as our novelty sank in. They bombarded us with a flurry of questions, starting with ordinary things like our names but moving quickly on to specific details about how exactly I’d killed Tatiana.
I was saved from having to answer when the human woman who had spoken to Raymond earlier jumped up and steered my threesome away. “Enough,’ she said, chastising the others. “It’s getting late, and I’m sure our guests are hungry.’
I was starving, actually, but didn’t know if I was in dire enough straits to eat opossum stew or whatever passed as food around here. The woman’s proclamation was met with some disappointment, but she assured the others they could talk to us tomorrow. Glancing around, I saw a faint purpling of what must have been the eastern sky. Sunrise. A group of Moroi clinging to “traditional’ ways would most certainly run on a nocturnal schedule, meaning these people probably only had a few more hours before bedtime.
The woman said her name was Sarah and led us down the dusty path. Raymond called that he’d see us soon. As we walked, we saw other people wandering near scattered, ramshackle homes, on their way to bed or possibly woken up with all the commotion. Sarah glanced over at Sydney.
“Did you bring us anything?’
“No,’ said Sydney. “I’m just here to escort them.’
Sarah looked disappointed but nodded. “An important task.’
Sydney frowned and appeared even more uneasy. “How long has it been since my people brought you anything?’
“A few months,’ said Sarah after a moment’s thought.
Sydney’s expression darkened at this, but she said no more. Sarah finally took us inside one of the larger and nicer looking of the houses, though it was still plain and made of unpainted wooden boards. The inside was pitch black, and we waited as Sarah lit old-fashioned lanterns. I’d been right. No electricity. This suddenly made me wonder about plumbing.
The floors were hardwood like the walls and covered in large, brightly patterned rugs. We appeared to be in some hybrid kitchen-living-dining room. There was a large fireplace in the center, a wooden table and chairs on one side, and large cushions on the other that I presumed served as sofas. Racks of drying herbs hung near the fireplace, filling the room with a spicy scent that mingled with the smell of burnt wood. There were three doors in the back wall, and Sarah nodded to one.
“You can sleep in the girls’ room,’ she said.
“Thanks,’ I said, not sure I really wanted to see what our guest accommodations were like. I was already missing the MOTEL. I studied Sarah curiously. She looked to be about Raymond’s age and wore a plain, knee-length blue dress. Her blond hair was pulled back and tied at her neck, and she seemed short to me the way all humans did. “Are you Raymond’s housekeeper?’ It was the only role I could deduce for her. She had a few bite marks but obviously wasn’t a feeder. At least not a full-time one. Maybe around here, feeders doubled as household help.
She smiled. “I’m his wife.’
It was a mark of my self-control that I managed any sort of response. “Oh.’
Sydney’s sharp eyes fell on me, a warning in them: Let it go. I again clenched my jaw shut and gave her a brief nod to let her know I understood.
Except, I didn’t understand. Dhampirs and Moroi hooked up all the time. Dhampirs had to. More permanent liaisons were scandalous–but not completely out of the realm of possibility.
But Moroi and humans? That was beyond comprehension. Those races hadn’t gotten together in centuries. They’d produced dhampirs long ago, but as the modern world progressed, Moroi had completely withdrawn from intermingling (in an intimate way) with humans. We lived among them, sure. Moroi and dhampirs worked alongside humans out in the world, bought houses in their neighborhoods, and apparently had bizarre arrangements with secret societies like the Alchemists. And, of course, Moroi fed from humans–and that was the thing. If you kept a human close to you, it was because they were a feeder. That was your level of intimacy. Feeders were food, pure and simple. Well-treated food, yes, but not food you became friends with. A Moroi having sex with a dhampir? Racy. A Moroi having sex with a dhampir and drinking blood? Dirty and humiliating. A Moroi having sex with a human–with or without blood drinking? Incomprehensible.
There were few things that shocked me or gave me offense. I was pretty liberal in my views when it came to romance, but the idea of human and Moroi marriage blew me away. It didn’t matter if the human was a type of feeder–as Sarah appeared to be–or someone “above’ that like Sydney. Humans and Moroi didn’t get together. It was primitive and wrong, which was why it was no longer done. Well, at least not where I came from.
Unlike your people, we still follow the old ways. The funny thing was that no matter how wrong I thought all this was, Sydney had to feel even more strongly about it with her vampire hang-ups. I supposed she’d been prepared, however, which is why she could manage that cool expression of hers. She hadn’t been blindsided like Dimitri and me, because I felt with some certainty that he shared my feelings. He was just better at hiding surprise.
A commotion at the door startled me out of my shock. Raymond had arrived and wasn’t alone. A dhampir boy of about eight or so sat on his shoulders, and a Moroi girl about the same age scurried alongside them. A pretty Moroi woman who looked to be in her twenties followed, and behind her was a cute dhampir guy who couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than me, if not exactly my age.
Introductions followed. The children were Phil and Molly, and the Moroi woman was named Paulette. They all appeared to live there, but I couldn’t exactly figure out the relationships, except for the guy my age. He was Raymond and Sarah’s son, Joshua. He had a ready smile for all of us–especially me and Sydney–and eyes that reminded me of the piercing, crystalline blue of the Ozeras. Only, whereas Christian’s family tended to have dark hair, Joshua’s was a sandy blond with lighter gold highlights. I had to admit, it was an attractive combination, but that stunned part of my brain reminded me again that he’d been born from a human-Moroi hookup, not a dhampir and Moroi like me. The end product was the same, but the means were bizarre.
“I’m putting them in your room,’ Sarah told Paulette. “The rest of you can share the loft.’
It took me a moment to realize “the rest of you’ meant Paulette, Joshua, Molly, and Phil. Glancing up, I saw there was indeed what looked like a loft space covering half the house’s width. It didn’t look big enough for four people.
“We don’t want to inconvenience you,’ said Dimitri, sharing my thoughts. He’d been silent for almost all of this wood-land adventure, saving his energy for actions, not words. “We’ll be fine out here.’
“Don’t worry about it,’ said Joshua, again giving me that pretty smile. “We don’t mind. Angeline won’t either.’
“Who?’ I asked.
“My sister.’
I repressed a grimace. Five of them crammed up there so that we could have a room. “Thank you,’ said Sydney. “We appreciate it. And we really won’t be staying long.’ Their dislike of the vampire world aside, Alchemists could be polite and charming when they chose.
“Too bad,’ said Joshua.
“Stop flirting, Josh,’ said Sarah. “Do you three want something to eat before bed? I could warm up some stew. We had it earlier with some of Paulette’s bread.’
At the word stew, all my opossum fears came racing back. “No need,’ I said hastily. “I’d just be fine with bread.’
“Me too,’ said Dimitri. I wondered if he was trying to reduce their work or if he shared my food fears. Probably not the latter. Dimitri seemed like the kind of guy you could throw into the wilderness and he would survive off anything.
Paulette had apparently baked a lot of bread, and they let us have a picnic in our small little room with a full loaf and a bowl of butter that Sarah had probably churned herself. The room was about the size of my dorm room at St. Vladimir’s, with two down stuffed mattresses on the floor. Quilts neatly covered them, quilts that probably hadn’t been used in months with these temperatures. Munching on a piece of bread that was surprisingly good, I ran my hand over one of the quilts.
“It reminds me of some of the designs I saw in Russia,’ I said.
Dimitri studied the pattern too. “Similar. But not quite the same.’
“It’s the evolution of the culture,’ said Sydney. She was tired but not enough to abandon textbook mode. “Traditional Russian patterns brought over and eventually fused with a typical Americana patchwork quilt form.’
Whoa. “Um, good to know.’ The family had left us alone while they got ready for bed, and I eyed our cracked door warily. With the noise and activity out there, it seemed unlikely we’d be overheard, but I lowered my voice anyway. “Are you ready to explain who the hell these people are?’
She shrugged. “The Keepers.’
“Yeah, I got that. And we’re the Tainted. Sounds like a better name for Strigoi.’
“No.’ Sydney leaned back against the wooden wall. “Strigoi are the Lost. You’re Tainted because you joined the modern world and left behind their backward ways for your own messed up customs.’
“Hey,’ I retorted. “We’re not the ones with overalls and banjos.’
“Rose,’ chastised Dimitri, with a pointed look at the door. “Be careful. And besides, we only saw one person in overalls.’
“If it makes you feel better,’ said Sydney, “I think your ways are better. Seeing humans mixing with all this …’ The pleasant and professional face she had shown to the Keepers was gone. Her blunt nature was back. “It’s disgusting. No offense.’
“None taken,’ I said with a shiver. “Trust me, I feel the same way. I can’t believe … I can’t believe they live like that.’
She nodded, seeming grateful I shared her view. “I like you guys sticking with your own kind better. Except …’
“Except what?’ I prodded.
She looked sheepish. “Even if the people you come from don’t marry humans, you do still interact with them and live in their cities. These guys don’t.’
“Which Alchemists prefer,’ guessed Dimitri. “You don’t approve of this group’s customs, but you do like having them conveniently stashed out of mainstream society.’
Sydney nodded. “The more vampires who stay off on their own in the woods, the better–even if their lifestyle is crazy. These guys keep to themselves–and keep others out.’
“Through hostile means?’ I asked. We’d been met by a war party, and she’d expected it. All of them had been ready to fight: Moroi, dhampir, and human.
“Hopefully not too hostile,’ she said evasively.
“They let you through,’ said Dimitri. “They know the Alchemists. Why did Sarah ask about you bringing them things?’
“Because that’s what we do,’ she said. “Every so often for groups like these, we drop off supplies–food for everyone, medicine for the humans.’ Again, I heard that derision in her voice, but then she turned uneasy. “The thing is, if Sarah’s right, they could be due for an Alchemist visit. That would just be our luck to be here when that happens.’ I was going to reassure her that we only needed to lie low a couple days when an earlier phrase tugged at me. “Wait. You said “groups like these.’ How many of these commune things are out there?’ I turned to Dimitri. “This isn’t like the Alchemists, is it? Something only some of you know about that you’re keeping from the rest of us?’
He shook his head. “I’m as astonished by all of this as you are.’
“Some of your leaders probably know about the Keepers in a vague way,’ said Sydney. “But no details. No locations. These guys hide themselves pretty well and can move on a moment’s notice. They stay away from your people. They don’t like your people.’
I sighed. “Which is why they won’t turn us in. And why they’re so excited I might have killed Tatiana. Thanks for that, by the way.’
Sydney wasn’t apologetic in the least. “It gets us protection. Such as it is.’ She stifled a yawn. “But for now? I’m exhausted. I’m not going to be able to follow anyone’s crazy plans–yours or Abe’s–if I don’t get some sleep.’
I’d known she was tired, but only now did the extent of it hit me. Sydney wasn’t like us. We needed sleep but had the endurance to put it off if needed. She’d been up all night and forced into some situations that were definitely outside of her comfort zone. She looked like she could fall asleep against the wall then and there. I turned to Dimitri. He was already looking at me.