Keith’s usage was almost obscene. Horowitz looked angry on my behalf and opened his mouth as though he might make an equally biting retort. After a quick glance at Zoe and me, he seemed to reconsider, and stayed silent. Michaelson, however, couldn’t help himself from muttering, “Protect us all.” He made the sign against evil.

Yet it wasn’t Keith’s name-calling that really set me off (though that did certainly send a chill through me). It was Stanton’s earlier offhand comment. We know you requested Zoe.

Keith had requested Zoe for this assignment? My resolve to keep her out of it grew by leaps and bounds. The thought of her going off with him made me clench my fists. Everyone here might think Keith Darnell was some kind of poster child, but I knew better. No girl—let alone my sister—should be left alone with him.

“Keith,” said Stanton, a gentle warning in her voice. “I can respect your feelings, but you aren’t in a position to make that call.”

He flushed. “Palm Springs is my post! I have every right to dictate what goes on in my territory.”

“I can understand why you’d feel that way,” said my father. Unbelievable. If Zoe or I had questioned authority like Keith had, our father wouldn’t have hesitated to tell us our “rights”—or rather, he’d tell us that we had none. Keith had stayed with my family one summer—young Alchemists sometimes did that while training—and my father had grown to regard him like the son he’d never had. Even then, there’d been a double standard between Keith and us. Time and distance apparently hadn’t diminished that.

“Palm Springs may be your post,” said Stanton, “but this assignment is coming from places in the organization that are far above your reach. You’re essential for coordination, yes, but you are by no means the ultimate authority here.” Unlike me, I suspected Stanton had smacked a few people in her day, and I think she wanted to do that to Keith now. It was funny that she would become my defender, since I’d been pretty sure she didn’t buy my story about using Rose to advance my career.

Keith visibly calmed himself, wisely realizing a childish outburst wasn’t going to get him anywhere. “I understand. But I’m simply worried about the success of this mission. I know both of the Sage girls. Even before Sydney’s ‘incident,’ I had serious concerns about her. I figured she’d grow out of them, though, so I didn’t bother saying anything at the time. I see now I was wrong. Back then, I actually thought Zoe would have been a far better choice for the family position. No offense, Jared.” He gave my father what was probably supposed to be a charming smile.

Meanwhile, it was getting harder and harder to hide my incredulity. “Zoe was eleven when you stayed with us,” I said. “How in the world could you have drawn those conclusions?” I didn’t buy for an instant that he’d had “concerns” about me back then. No—scratch that. He’d probably had concerns the last day he stayed with us, when I confronted him about a dirty secret he’d been hiding. That, I was almost certain, was what all of this was about. He wanted me silenced. My adventures with Rose were simply an excuse to get me out of the way.

“Zoe was always advanced for her age,” Keith said. “Sometimes you can just tell.”

“Zoe’s never seen a Strigoi, let alone a Moroi! She’d probably freeze up if she did. That’s true of most Alchemists,” I pointed out. “Whoever you send is going to have to be able to stand being around them, and no matter what you think of my reasons, I’m used to them. I don’t like them, but I know how to tolerate them. Zoe hasn’t had anything but the most basic of instruction—and that’s all been in our home. Everyone keeps saying this is a serious assignment. Do you really want to risk its outcome because of inexperience and unsubstantiated fears?” I finished, proud of myself for staying calm and making such a reasoned argument.

Barnes shifted uneasily. “But if Keith had doubts years ago . . .”

“Zoe’s training is still probably enough to get by,” said my father.

Five minutes ago, my father had endorsed me going instead of her! Was anyone here even listening to me? It was like I was invisible now that Keith was here. Horowitz had been busily cleaning and putting away his tattooing tools but looked up to scoff at Barnes’s remark.

“You said the magic words: ‘years ago.’ Keith couldn’t have been much older than these girls are now.” Horowitz shut his tool case and leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. “I don’t doubt you, Keith. Not exactly. But I’m not really sure you can base your opinion of her off memories from when you were all children.”

By Horowitz’s logic, he was saying I was still a child, but I didn’t care. He’d delivered his comments in an effortless, easy way that nonetheless left Keith looking like an idiot. Keith knew it, too, and turned bright red.

“I concur,” said Stanton, who was clearly getting impatient. “Sydney wants this badly, and few would, considering it means she’ll actually have to live with a vampire.”

Want it badly? Not exactly. But I did want to protect Zoe at all costs and restore my credibility. If it meant thwarting Keith Darnell along the way, then so much the—

“Wait,” I said, replaying Stanton’s words. “Did you say live with a vampire?”

“Yes,” said Stanton. “Even if she’s in hiding, the Moroi girl still has to have some semblance of a normal life. We figured we’d kill two birds with one stone and enroll her in a private boarding school. Take care of her education and lodging. We would make arrangements for you to be her roommate.”

“Wouldn’t that mean . . . wouldn’t that mean I’d have to go to school?” I asked, feeling a little puzzled now. “I already graduated.” High school, at least. I’d made it clear a number of times to my father that I’d love to go to college. He’d made it equally clear that he didn’t feel there was a need.

“You see?” said Keith, jumping on the opportunity. “She’s too old. Zoe’s a better age match.”

“Sydney can pass for a senior. She’s the right age.” Stanton gave me a once-over. “Besides, you were homeschooled, right? This’ll be a new experience for you. You can see what you were missing.”

“It would probably be easy for you,” said my father grudgingly. “Your education was superior to anything they can offer.” Nice backhanded compliment, Dad.

I was afraid to show how uneasy this deal was making me. My resolve to look out for Zoe and myself hadn’t changed, but the complications just kept growing. Repeat high school. Live with a vampire. Keep her in witness protection. And even though I’d talked up how comfortable I was around vampires, the thought of sharing a room with one—even a seemingly benign one like Jill—was unnerving. Another woe occurred to me.

“Would you be an undercover student too?” I asked Keith. The idea of lending him class notes made me nauseous again.

“Of course not,” he said, sounding insulted. “I’m too old. I’ll be the Local Area Mission Liaison.” I was willing to bet he’d just made that title up on the spot. “My job is to help coordinate the assignment and report back to our superiors. And I’m not going to do it if she’s the one there.” He looked from face to face as he spoke that last line, but there was no question who she was. Me.

“Then don’t,” said Stanton bluntly. “Sydney is going. That’s my decision, and I’ll argue it to any higher authority you want to take it to. If you are so against her placement, Mr. Darnell, I will personally see that you are transferred out of Palm Springs and don’t have to deal with her at all.”

All eyes swiveled to Keith, and he hesitated. She’d caught him in a trap, I realized. I had to imagine that with its climate, Palm Springs didn’t see a lot of vampire action. Keith’s job there was probably pretty easy, whereas when I’d worked in St. Petersburg, I’d been constantly having to do damage control. That place was a vampire haven, as were some of the other places in Europe and Asia my father had taken me to visit. Don’t even get me started about Prague. If Keith were transferred, he took the risk of not only getting a bigger workload but also of being in a much worse location. Because although Palm Springs wasn’t desirable for vampires, it sounded kind of awesome for humans.

Keith’s face confirmed as much. He didn’t want to leave Palm Springs. “What if she goes there, and I have reason to suspect her of treason again?”

“Then report her,” said Horowitz, shifting restlessly. He obviously wasn’t impressed with Keith. “The same as you would anyone.”

“I can increase some of Zoe’s training in the meantime,” said my father, almost as an apology to Keith. It was clear whose side my father was on. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t even Zoe’s, really. “Then, if you find fault with Sydney, we can replace her.”

I bristled at the thought of Keith being the one to decide if I had faults, but that didn’t bother me nearly as much as the thought of Zoe still being tied to this. If my father was keeping her on standby, then she wasn’t out of danger yet. The Alchemists could still have their hooks in her—as could Keith. I vowed then that no matter what it took, even if I had to handfeed him grapes, I would make sure Keith had no reason to doubt my loyalties.

“Fine,” he said, the word seeming to cause him a lot of pain. “Sydney can go . . . for now. But I’ll be watching you.” He fixed his gaze on me. “And I’m not going to cover for you. You’ll be responsible for keeping that vampire girl in line and getting her to her feedings.”

“Feedings?” I asked blankly. Of course. Jill would need blood. For a moment, all my confidence wavered. It was easy to talk about hanging out with vampires when none were around. Easier still when you didn’t think about what it was that made vampires who they were. Blood. That terrible, unnatural need that fueled their existence. An awful thought sprang into my mind, vanishing as quickly as it came. Am I supposed to give her my blood? No. That was ridiculous. That was a line the Alchemists would never cross. Swallowing, I tried to conceal my brief moment of panic. “How do you plan on feeding her?”

Stanton nodded to Keith. “Would you explain?” I think she was giving him a chance to feel important, as a way of making up for his earlier defeat. He ran with it.

“There’s only one Moroi we know of living in Palm Springs,” said Keith. As he spoke, I noticed that his tousled blond hair was practically coated in gel. It gave his hair a slimy shine that I didn’t think was attractive in the least. Also, I didn’t trust any guy who used more styling products than I did. “And if you ask me, he’s crazy. But he’s harmless crazy—inasmuch as any of them are harmless. He’s this old recluse who lives outside the city. He’s got this hang-up about the Moroi government and doesn’t associate with any of them, so he isn’t going to tell anyone you guys are there. Most importantly, he’s got a feeder he’s willing to share.”

I frowned. “Do we really want Jill hanging out with some anti-government Moroi? The whole purpose is to keep them stable. If we introduce her to some rebel, how do we know he won’t try to use her?”

“That’s an excellent point,” said Michaelson, seeming surprised to admit as much.

I hadn’t meant to undermine Keith. My mind had just jumped ahead in this way it had, spotting a potential problem and pointing it out. From the look he gave me, though, it was like I was purposely trying to discredit his statement and make him look bad.

“We won’t tell him who she is, obviously,” he said, a glint of anger in his good eye. “That would be stupid. And he’s not part of any faction. He’s not part of anything. He’s convinced the Moroi and their guardians let him down, so he wants nothing to do with any of them. I’ve passed a story to him about how Jill’s family has the same antisocial feelings, so he’s sympathetic.”

“You’re right to be wary, Sydney,” said Stanton. There was a look of approval in her eyes, like she was pleased at having defended me. That approval meant a lot to me, considering how fierce she often seemed. “We can’t assume anything about any of them. Although we also checked out this Moroi with Abe Mazur, who concurs he’s harmless enough.”

“Abe Mazur?” scoffed Michaelson. He scratched at his graying beard. “Yes. I’m sure he’d be an expert on who’s harmless or not.”

My heart lurched at the name, but I tried not to show it. Do not react, do not react, I ordered my face. After a deep breath, I asked very, very carefully, “Is Abe Mazur the Moroi who’s going with Jill? I’ve met him before . . . but I thought you said it was an Ivashkov who was going.” If Abe Mazur was in residence in Palm Springs, that would alter things significantly.

Michaelson scoffed. “No, we’d never send you off with Abe Mazur. He’s simply been helping with the organization of this plan.”

“What’s so bad about Abe Mazur?” asked Keith. “I don’t know who he is.”

I studied Keith very closely as he spoke, looking for some trace of deception. But, no. His face was all innocence, openly curious. His blue eyes—or eye, rather—held a rare look of confusion, contrasting with the usual know-it-all arrogance. Abe’s name meant nothing to him. I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

“A scoundrel,” said Stanton flatly. “He knows far too much about things he shouldn’t. He’s useful, but I don’t trust him.”

A scoundrel? That was an understatement. Abe Mazur was a Moroi whose nickname in Russia—zmey, the serpent—said it all. Abe had done a number of favors for me, ones I’d had to pay back at considerable risk to myself. Part of that payback had been helping Rose escape. Well, he’d called it payback; I called it blackmail. I had no desire to cross paths with him again, mostly because I was afraid of what he’d ask for next. The frustrating part was that there was no one I could go to for help. My superiors wouldn’t react well to learning that, in addition to all my other solo activities with vampires, I was making side deals with them.

“None of them are to be trusted,” my father pointed out. He made the Alchemist sign against evil, drawing a cross on his left shoulder with his right hand.

“Yes, well, Mazur’s worse than most,” said Michaelson. He stifled a yawn, reminding all of us that it was the middle of the night. “Are we all set, then?”

There were murmurs of assent. Keith’s stormy expression displayed how unhappy he was at not getting his way, but he made no more attempts to stop me from going. “I guess we can leave anytime now,” he said.

It took me a second to realize that the “we” meant him and me. “Right now?” I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged. “The vampires are going to be on their way soon. We need to make sure everything’s set up for them. If we switch off driving, we can be there by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Great,” I said stiffly. A road trip with Keith. Ugh. But what else could I say? I had no choice in this, and even if I did, I was in no position to turn down anything the Alchemists asked of me now. I’d played every card I had tonight, and I had to believe being with Keith was better than a re-education center. Besides, I’d just fought a hard battle to prove myself and spare Zoe. I had to continue showing I was up for anything.

My father sent me off to pack with the same briskness he’d ordered me to make myself presentable earlier. I left the others talking and scurried quietly up to my room, still conscious of my sleeping mother. I was an expert in packing quickly and efficiently, thanks to surprise trips my father had sprung on me throughout my childhood. In fact, I always had a bag of toiletries packed and ready to go. The problem wasn’t so much in speed as it was in wondering how much to pack. The length of time for this assignment hadn’t been specified, and I had the uneasy feeling that no one actually knew. Were we talking about a few weeks? An entire school year? I’d heard someone mention the Moroi wanting to repeal the law that endangered Jill, but that seemed like the kind of legal process that could take a while. To make things worse, I didn’t even know what to wear to high school. The only thing I was certain of was that the weather would be hot. I ended up packing ten of my lightest outfits and hoped I’d be able to do laundry.

“Sydney?”

I was putting my laptop in a messenger bag when Zoe appeared in my doorway. She’d redone her braids so that they were neater, and I wondered if it had been an attempt to impress our father. “Hey,” I said, smiling at her. She slipped into the room and shut the door behind her. I was glad she’d come to say goodbye. I would miss her and wanted her to know that—

“Why did you do that to me?” she demanded before I could get a word out. “Do you know how humiliated I am?”

I was taken aback, speechless for a few moments. “I . . . what are you talking about? I was trying to—”

“You made me sound incompetent!” she said. I was astonished to see the glint of tears in her eyes. “You went on and on about how I didn’t have any experience and couldn’t handle doing what you and Dad do! I looked like an idiot in front of all those Alchemists. And Keith.”

“Keith Darnell is no one you need to worry about impressing,” I said quickly, trying to control my temper. Seeing her stormy face, I sighed and replayed the conversation in the study. I hadn’t been trying to make Zoe look bad so much as do whatever I could to make sure I was the one sent away. I’d had no clue she would take it like this. “Look, I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. I was trying to protect you.”

She gave a harsh laugh, and the anger sounded weird coming from someone as gentle as Zoe. “Is that what you call it? You even said yourself that you were trying to get a promotion!”

I grimaced. Yes, I had said that. But I could hardly tell her the truth. No human knew the truth about why I’d helped Rose. Lying to my own kind—especially my sister—pained me, but there was nothing I could do. As usual, I felt trapped in the middle. So, I dodged the comment.

“You were never intended to be an Alchemist,” I said. “There are better things for you out there.”

“Because I’m not as smart as you?” she asked. “Because I don’t speak five languages?”

“That has nothing to do with it,” I snapped. “Zoe, you’re wonderful, and you’d probably make a great Alchemist! But believe me, the Alchemist life . . . you don’t want any part of it.” I wanted to tell her that she’d hate it. I wanted to tell her that she’d never be responsible for her own future or get to make her own decisions again. But my sense of duty prevented me, and I stayed silent.

“I’d do it,” she said. “I’d help protect us from vampires . . . if Dad wanted me to.” Her voice wavered a little, and I suddenly wondered what was really fueling her desire to be an Alchemist.

“If you want to get close to Dad, find another way. The Alchemist cause might be a good one, but once you’re in it, they own you.” I wished I could explain to her how it felt. “You don’t want this life.”

“Because you want it all for yourself?” she demanded. She was a few inches shorter than me but filled with so much fury and fierceness right now that she seemed to take up the room.

“No! I don’t—you don’t understand,” I finally said. I wanted to throw my hands up in exasperation but held back, as always.

The look she gave me nearly turned me to ice. “Oh, I think I understand perfectly.” She turned around abruptly and hurried out the door, still managing to move quietly. Her fear of our father overpowered her anger at me.

I stared at where she’d been standing and felt terrible. How could she have thought I was really trying to steal all the glory and make her look bad? Because that’s exactly what you said, a voice inside me pointed out. I supposed it was true, but I’d never expected her to be offended. I’d never known she had any interest in being one of the Alchemists. Even now, I wondered if her desire was more about being a part of something and proving herself to our father than it was about really wishing she’d been chosen for this task.

Whatever her reasons, there was nothing to be done for it now. I might not like the heavy-handed way the Alchemists had dealt with me, but I still fiercely believed in what they were doing to protect humans from vampires. And I definitely believed in keeping Jill safe from her own people if it meant avoiding a massive civil war. I could do this job and do it well. And Zoe—she would be free to pursue whatever she wanted in life.

“What took you so long?” my father asked when I returned to the study. My conversation with Zoe had delayed me a couple minutes, which was two minutes too long for him. I didn’t attempt to answer.

“I’m ready to go whenever you are,” Keith told me. His mood had shifted while I was upstairs. Friendliness oozed from him now, so strongly that it was a wonder everyone didn’t recognize it as fake. He’d apparently decided to try a more pleasant attitude around me, either in the hopes of impressing the others or sucking up to me so that I wouldn’t reveal what I knew about him. Yet even as he wore that plastic smile, there was a stiffness in his posture and the way he crossed his arms that told me—if no else—that he was no happier about being thrown together than I was. “I can even do most of the driving.”

“I don’t mind doing my share,” I said, trying to avoid glancing at his glass eye. I also wasn’t comfortable being driven by someone with faulty depth perception.

“I’d like to speak to Sydney in private before she goes, if that’s all right,” my father said.

No one had a problem with that, and he led me into the kitchen, shutting the door behind us. We stood quietly for a few moments, simply facing each other with arms crossed. I suddenly dared to hope that maybe he’d come to tell me he was sorry for how things had been between us this last month, that he forgave me and loved me. Honestly, I would’ve been happy if he’d simply wanted a private, fatherly goodbye.

He peered down at me intently, his brown eyes so identical to mine. I hoped mine never had such a cold look in them. “I don’t have to tell you how important this is for you, for all of us.”

So much for fatherly affection.

“No, sir,” I said. “You don’t.”

“I don’t know if you can undo the disgrace you brought down on us by running off with them, but this is a step in the right direction. Do not mess this up. You’re being tested. Follow your orders. Keep the Moroi girl out of trouble.” He sighed and ran a hand through his dark blond hair, which I’d also inherited. Strange, I thought, that we had so many things in common . . . yet were so completely different. “Thank God Keith is with you. Follow his lead. He knows what he’s doing.”

I stiffened. There was that note of pride in his voice again, like Keith was the greatest thing walking the earth. My father had seen to it that my training was thorough, but when Keith had stayed with us, my father had taken him on trips and lessons I’d never been part of. My sisters and I had been furious. We’d always suspected that our father regretted having only daughters, and that had been proof. But it wasn’t jealousy that made my blood boil and teeth clench now.

For a moment, I thought, What if I tell him what I know? What will he think of his golden boy then? But staring into my father’s hard eyes, I answered my own question: No one would believe me. That was immediately followed by the memory of another voice and a girl’s frightened, pleading face staring at me with big brown eyes. Don’t tell, Sydney. Whatever you do, don’t tell what Keith did. Don’t tell anyone. I couldn’t betray her like that.

My father was still waiting for an answer. I swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He raised his eyebrows, clearly pleased, and gave me a rough pat on the shoulder. It was the closest he’d come to real affection in a while. I flinched, both from surprise and because of how rigid I was with frustration. “Good.” He moved toward the kitchen door and then paused to glance back at me. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”