“Oh, yeah.” Wonder filled Brent, and he moved toward me again. “Tastes so much better that way. Of course, she’ll probably scream more, but after a while—ah!”
Adrian slammed the limb into Brent’s head so quickly, I almost could’ve believed I’d imagined it. Brent keeling over and collapsing to the ground proved it was all very real.
“Looks like I made your head spin after all,” observed Adrian, standing menacingly over Brent.
Wesley looked like he might go join Lars but never got the chance. Shouts sounded nearby, and two guardians suddenly raced up to us. I recognized one of them: Mikhail Tanner, Sonya’s husband. He looked back and forth between us all, a comic expression of shock on his face. “What’s going on?” he exclaimed.
The guardians were efficient in their work, taking all of us (including Lars) to their headquarters and ferretting out the night’s events. In the end, it was obvious that the threesome had made a drunken advance on me but had succeeded in nothing more. They were branded with the Moroi equivalent of disorderly conduct, which Mikhail—apologetically—explained would only result in jail time tonight and fines. A cold lump formed in my stomach each time I thought about what they’d wanted to do, and I thought they were getting off easy.
I was practically asleep on my feet when Adrian walked me out to the guardians’ building’s main entrance. We hovered near the door, clinging to the warmth before we headed outside.
“I’m sorry,” he told me. “I’m sorry for everything tonight.”
The encounter had barely lasted a minute, but that surge of panic and adrenaline had torn me open, spilling out the emotions I’d been so carefully trying to keep in check. The full force of my love for Adrian consumed me, and I nearly reached for him until I remembered there was a desk clerk across the room. He couldn’t hear us, but he’d certainly be able to see us if I threw Adrian up against a wall and started kissing him.
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I said, looking straight into his eyes.
“I should’ve told you what I did to that girl.” A small frown crossed his face. “I shouldn’t have done what I did.”
“It’s not even in the same league as what those other guys do. And you weren’t really yourself.”
He shook his head. “I was myself—getting that wasted. Maybe I wasn’t in a rational frame of mind, but I chose to get that way. I’m responsible for that.”
“It’s done. You’re not the same person now as you were then. It could’ve been bad, yes, but you got lucky and had minimal consequences. Most importantly: You learned from it. That’s more than can be said for those other guys.”
There was a tension crackling through Adrian’s body, and I had a feeling he too was fighting the urge to grab hold of me. “I’m not a violent person, Sydney. Not at all. I’ll make love over war any day. But I swear, if they’d hurt you—”
“They didn’t,” I said firmly. I refused to let him know how scared I’d been because I was afraid he might go after them. “I’m fine. You came to the rescue.”
A smile played at his lips. “Something tells me you would’ve rescued yourself.” And like that, the smile vanished. “But spirit would’ve been a lot more effective than a branch.”
“Your treejitsu was very effective.” The clerk was typing away on a computer, and I dared to give Adrian’s hand a small squeeze. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me about the mood stabilizers?”
He took a moment to answer. “Because I couldn’t have faced you if I failed. If I was too weak to stay on them. Even now, I don’t know. After those guys and then what happened back at the palace—”
“Stop,” I interrupted. “You’re doing the right thing. And what’s crazy is that you have no idea how strong and how brave you are. I’m so proud of you, and I’m going to help you through this. I love you so much.”
Loving him wasn’t a surprise. What was, however, was the realization that ultimately, that was all that mattered between us. I’d been trying to figure out what it was that was holding me back from sex. It wasn’t Jill. It wasn’t some physical threshold I was afraid to cross. There was nothing, nothing except an anxiety my love had banished to the winds. And standing there, in that improbable location, the full force of how much I wanted him nearly knocked me over. A desire that was as much spiritual as physical burned through me, and I suddenly felt as though there was no way I could go a moment longer without having all of him.
“Come on,” I said in a low voice. “Come back to my room.”
A fire in his eyes told me there was no need to spell things out. “You’re exhausted.”
“Says who?”
A voice shattered the spell weaving itself around us. “Ah, you’re still here,” exclaimed Mikhail, hurrying into the room. “Good. I hate to detain you further, but this stuff spreads, and the queen heard about what happened. She wants to talk to you, Adrian.” He gave me a kind look. “But you’re off the hook. I’ll walk you back so you can get some rest.”
I swallowed, momentarily unable to focus on anything except the electricity flaring between Adrian and me. I wanted to tell Mikhail to leave us alone because I needed to taste Adrian’s lips and run my hands over his skin. Instead, I said, “Thanks. That’s nice of you.”
Adrian gave me a rueful smile. “We’ll continue this conversation another time. When you’re wide awake.”
“I’ll be awake when you finish talking to the queen,” I told him. I didn’t trust myself to add anymore, but as Mikhail led me away, I gave Adrian a parting look that told him all the things I wanted to “talk” about.
CHAPTER 17
ADRIAN
I WAS THIS CLOSE TO IGNORING MY QUEEN and marching straight back to Sydney’s room. I’d read Sydney as clearly as if her aura had lit up in front of me. I knew what she wanted, and dear God, did I want it to.
But Mikhail’s stern face was kind of a buzzkill, and no matter how friendly we were, I was still Lissa’s subject. So I practically sprinted back to the palace, eager to give her a report and then run back to Sydney’s arms.
Unfortunately, Lissa had other plans.
“You’re leaving,” she said as soon as I walked in. Christian stood beside her, arms crossed over his chest, looking furious. “I heard what happened. The Alchemists will flip out when she reports back, and we’re going to do damage control now by getting her out of here as soon as possible—which means you and Neil have to go too.”
“Don’t worry,” said Christian. “I’ll finish what you started with those guys tomorrow.”
“Christian,” groaned Lissa, remarkably similar to how Sydney said my name when she was exasperated.
He threw up his hands. “What? Those guys deserve a hell of a lot more than they’re getting, and you know it, Liss.”
“I know that we have laws,” she said patiently. “And I have to uphold them.”
Christian said nothing, but our eyes met in a brief moment of solidarity. He might not know that I’d been driven by romantic feelings to defend Sydney, but I knew he was driven to fight against those who bullied others. He and I still had a lot to sort out between us, but just then, I took comfort in knowing Wesley and his asshole friends might find their clothing a little singed tomorrow.
“We got you a morning flight in Philly,” Lissa continued. “If you guys leave now, you’ll make it.”
All thoughts of fiery retribution vanished. Leave now? And abandon the privacy of Sydney’s room and a rare night together? I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Sydney and I were so close! So close to finally making that leap in our relationship. And there was no point of logic I could argue because what Lissa was suggesting was absolutely correct for an Alchemist in this situation—had Sydney been any other Alchemist.