Two gardens marked the far boundaries of the church's extensive grounds, one of which we were working on. Near us was one of the Court's most remarkable sites: a giant statue of some ancient Moroi queen that was almost ten times my height. A matching statue of a king stood on the opposite side of the grounds. I could never remember their names but was pretty sure we'd gone over them in one of my history classes. They'd been visionaries, changing the Moroi world of their time.
A figure appeared in my periphery, and I assumed it was Hans coming to give us another awful chore. Looking up, I was astonished to see it was Christian.
"Figures," I said. "You know you'll get in trouble if someone sees you talking to me."
Christian shrugged and sat on the edge of a partially completed stone wall. "Doubt it. You're the one who'll get into trouble, and I really don't think things can get any worse for you."
"True," I grunted.
He sat there in silence for several moments, watching me shovel pile after pile of dirt. Finally, he asked, "Okay. So how and why did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"You know exactly what. Your little adventure."
"We got on a plane and flew to Las Vegas. Why? Hmm. Let's think." I paused to wipe sweat off my forehead. "Because where else are we going to find pirate-themed hotels and bartenders who don't card very much?"
Christian scoffed. "Rose, don't bullshit me. You did not go to Las Vegas."
"We've got plane tickets and hotel receipts to prove it, not to mention people who saw the Dragomir princess hit it big on slot machines."
My attention was on my work, but I suspected Christian was shaking his head in exasperation. "As soon as I heard three people had broken Victor Dashkov out of prison, I knew it had to be you. Three of you gone? No question."
Not far away, I saw Eddie stiffen and glance around uneasily. I did the same. I might have been desperate for social contact, but not at the risk of dangerous parties overhearing us. Our crimes getting out would make garden labor seem like a vacation. We were alone, but I still pitched my voice low and attempted an honest face.
"I heard they were humans hired by Victor." That was yet another theory running wild, as was this one: "Actually, I think he turned Strigoi."
"Right," Christian said snidely. He knew me too well to believe me. "And I also heard one of the guardians has no memory of what made him attack his friends. He swears he was under the control of someone. Anyone who had that kind of compulsion could probably make others see humans, mimes, kangaroos. . . ."
I refused to look at him and slammed the shovel hard into the ground. I bit my lip on any angry retort.
"She did it because she thinks Strigoi can be restored to their original form."
My head shot up, and I stared at Eddie in disbelief, astonished he'd spoken. "What are you doing?"
"Telling the truth," replied Eddie, never stopping his work. "He's our friend. You think he's going to report us?"
No, rebel Christian Ozera was not going to report us. But that didn't mean I wanted this out. It's a fact of life: The more people who know a secret, the more likely it is to leak.
Unsurprisingly, Christian's reaction was not all that different from everyone else's. "What? That's impossible. Everyone knows that."
"Not according to Victor Dashkov's brother," said Eddie.
"Will you stop it?" I exclaimed.
"You can tell him or I will."
I sighed. Christian's pale blue eyes were staring at us, wide and shocked. Like most of my friends, he rolled with crazy ideas, but this was pushing the crazy line.
"I thought Victor Dashkov was an only child," Christian said.
I shook my head. "Nope. His dad had an affair, so Victor's got an illegitimate half-brother. Robert. And he's a spirit user."
"Only you," said Christian. "Only you would find something like this."
I ignored what appeared to be a return to his normal cynicism. "Robert claims to have healed a Strigoi–killed the undead part of her and brought her back to life."
"Spirit has limits, Rose. You might have been brought back, but Strigoi are gone."
"We don't know about spirit's full range," I pointed out. "Half of it is still a mystery."
"We know about St. Vladimir. If he could restore Strigoi, don't you think a guy like him would have been doing it? I mean, if that's not miraculous, what is? Something like that would have survived in the legends," argued Christian.
"Maybe. Maybe not." I retied my ponytail, replaying our encounter with Robert in my mind for the hundredth time. "Maybe Vlad didn't know how. It's not all that easy."
"Yeah," agreed Eddie. "This is the good part."
"Hey," I shot back at him. "I know you're mad at me, but with Christian here, we really don't need anyone else making snide comments."
"I don't know," said Christian. "For something like this, you actually might need two people. Now explain how this miracle is supposedly done."
I sighed. "By adding spirit to a stake, along with the other four elements."
Spirit charms were still a new concept to Christian too. "Never thought of that. I guess spirit would shake things up . . . but I can't imagine you staking a Strigoi with a spirit-charmed stake would be enough to bring them back."
"Well . . . that's the thing. According to Robert, I can't do it. It has to be done by a spirit user."
More silence. I'd rendered Christian speechless yet again.
At last he said, "We don't know that many spirit users. Let alone any who could fight or stake a Strigoi."
"We know two spirit users." I frowned, recalling Oksana in Siberia and Avery locked away . . . where? A hospital? A place like Tarasov? "No, four. Five, counting Robert. But yeah, none of them can really do it."
"It doesn't matter because it can't be done," Eddie said.
"We don't know that!" The desperation in my own voice startled me. "Robert believes it. Victor even believes." I hesitated. "And Lissa does too."
"And she wants to do it," Christian said, catching on quickly. "Because she would do anything for you."
"She can't."
"Because she doesn't have the ability or because you won't let her?"
"Both," I cried. "I'm not letting her anywhere near a Strigoi. She's already . . ." I groaned, hating to reveal what I'd discovered in our time apart through the bond. "She got a hold of a stake and is trying to charm it. So far, she hasn't had much luck, thank God."
"If this were possible," began Christian slowly. "It could change our world. If she could learn . . . "
"What? No!" I'd been so eager to get Christian to believe me, and now I wished he hadn't. The one saving grace in all this was that with none of my friends thinking it was possible, none of them had given any thought to Lissa actually trying to fight a Strigoi. "Lissa's no warrior. No spirit user we know is, so unless we find one, I'd rather . . . " I winced. "I'd rather Dimitri died."
That finally made Eddie stop working. He threw down his shovel. "Really? I never would have guessed that." Sarcasm to rival my own.
I spun around and strode toward him, my fists clenched. "Look, I can't take this anymore! I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. I know I screwed up. I let Dimitri get away. I let Victor get away."