“I’m sorry, did you say—”
“Never met a woman like Sally,” he interrupted. “We fought our way across Switzerland together, always watching each other’s backs. We finally got out alive—just barely—and she wanted to come back to the States and settle down. Not me. I had dreams, you see. I was a young man then, drawn to danger and glory. I left her and went off to live with an Orcadian shaman. It took two years and a lot of vision quests to realize my mistake, but when I got back, I couldn’t find her. When I close my eye at night, I can still see that tooth sparkle like a star. It haunts me, girl. It haunts me.”
I frowned. “I don’t think the Orcadians have vision quests, sir. Or shamans.”
Wolfe leaned forward and shook a finger at me, his eye wide. “Learn from my mistakes, girl. Don’t go to the Orkneys. You don’t need some mystical vision to see what’s in front of you, you hear me?”
I gulped. “Yes, sir.”
I hurried out after that, thinking that being in a different country from Malachi Wolfe might be a good thing.
The next morning, I prepared to tell Jill goodbye, but she beat me to it and showed up at my door. It was the first time we’d truly spoken since the morning after that last dream with Adrian.
She walked into my room and frowned when she saw the suitcase. “You’re really going?”
“Yes. And I’m sure you know why.”
She crossed her arms and looked me straight in the eye, without any of the reservation she’d shown last time. I had trouble holding that stare. “Sydney, don’t leave Adrian because of me.”
“It’s more complicated than that,” I said automatically.
“It’s really not,” she said. “From everything I’ve seen and heard, you’re just afraid. You’ve always controlled every detail of your life. When you couldn’t—like with the Alchemists—you found a way to seize back that control.”
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting control,” I snapped.
“Except that we can’t always have it, and sometimes that’s a good thing. A great thing, even,” she added. “And that’s how it is with Adrian. No matter how hard you try, you aren’t going to be able to control your feelings for him. You can’t help loving him, and so you’re running away. I’m just an excuse.”
Who was she to lecture me like this? “You think I’m lying about how awkward it is for you to see everything that happens between us? Every intimate detail is on display. I can’t do that. I can’t live like that.”
“Adrian’s learned to.”
“Well, he’s had to.”
“Exactly.” Some of her fierceness mellowed. “Sydney, he brought me back from the dead. It’s the greatest thing anyone can or will do for me. I can’t pay him back, but I can let him live his life the way he wants to. I don’t expect him to shelter me because of the bond, and I’m not going to judge him—or you. Someday, he and I will learn to block each other.”
“Someday,” I reiterated.
“Yes. And until then, we do the best we can. All you’re doing by leaving is making three people miserable.”
“Three?” I frowned. “I’m helping you.”
“Do you really think I’m happy when he’s miserable? Do you think I like the darkness that crawls over him?” When I said nothing, she pushed forward. “Look, I don’t have the same physical reaction to you that he does, but when he’s with you, he’s so full of joy . . . it radiates through to me, and it’s one of the greatest experiences I’ve ever had. I’ve never been in love like you guys are.”
“I’m not—” I couldn’t say it, and she gave me a knowing look. I tried a different tactic. “Staying here is dangerous, especially with him. The Alchemists might find out about everything—him, my tattoo, Ms. Terwilliger, and God knows what else.”
“And if they don’t find out, look at what you get. Adrian. The rest of us. Magic. The chance to uncover their secrets. I know you love this life. Why would you give it up? You’re too smart to get caught. We’ll help you. Do you really think Marcus and his Merry Men can do that much fighting when they’re always on the run?”
I shook my head. “They’re like me. They understand me.”
She was obstinate. “They aren’t like you at all. They talk. You act.”
It was so surprising to see her like this, so confident and so much wiser than her years. It was also a little irritating. If she was so wise, why couldn’t she understand how much was at stake?
“Jill, staying is a big risk—in all ways.”
“Of course it is!” she exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. “Any life worth living is going to have risks. If you go to Mexico, you’ll regret it—and I think you know that.”
My phone rang, cutting off my next response. It was Eddie. He rarely called, and panic seized me.
“What’s wrong?” I demanded.
He sounded mystified. “I wouldn’t say anything’s wrong . . . just surprising. Is Jill with you? You guys should really come down. We’re outside”
He hung up, and I was left totally confused. “What’s up?” asked Jill.
“Something surprising, apparently.”
She and I went down to the lobby, with no more mention of Adrian. When we stepped outside, we found Eddie and Angeline pointedly avoiding eye contact with each other. Standing near them was a tall, good-looking guy with neatly trimmed black hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a stern, serious expression and was scanning the area.
“He’s a dhampir,” Jill murmured to me.
His eyes locked onto us at our approach, and that fierce look relaxed.
“Jill, Sydney,” said Eddie. “This is Neil Raymond. He’s going to be joining us here.”
Neil swept Jill a bow so low, it was a wonder he didn’t hit the ground. “Princess Jillian,” he said in a deep voice. “It’s an honor to serve you, and I’ll do so to the best of my abilities, even if it means sacrificing my own life.”
Jill took a step back, her eyes wide as she took him in. “Th-thank you.”
Eddie looked back and forth between them, a small frown appearing on his face. “Neil’s been sent as backup. I guess you filed some complaint about Jill not having enough protection?” That was to me, and unless I was mistaken, there was an accusatory note in his voice.
“No—I. Oh. I guess I kind of did.” When I’d been trying to do damage control with Stanton, one of my grievances had been that I never felt Jill was safe. I guess this was Stanton’s response. It was surprising, just as Eddie had said, but more eyes on her couldn’t hurt. From the way she was sizing Neil up, she certainly didn’t seem to mind either.
I shook his hand. “Nice to have you around, Neil. Are they passing you off as another cousin?”
“Just a new student,” he said. That was probably just as well. Our “family” was in danger of taking over Amberwood.
I would’ve liked to learn a little more about him, but my time was up. Marcus was picking me up soon to go to the train station, seeing as Latte had been declared totaled. I guess that was a different sort of closure, albeit a sad kind.
I told them all goodbye as I left to get my suitcase, acting as though I just had to run an errand. Eddie, Angeline, and Jill knew the truth, and I could see the hurt and regret in their eyes—especially Jill. I prayed they’d be okay without me. When I came back downstairs, I found Jill was the only one still there.
“I forgot to give you this,” she said, handing over a small envelope. My name was on the outside, and I recognized the writing.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of him and thought he might be avoiding me. This is his goodbye, huh?” I felt disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to see Adrian in person one last time. Maybe a letter was better than nothing, but I wished I could have left with those beautiful eyes fresh in my mind. “Is he . . . is he really upset?” I couldn’t stand the thought of him hurting.