The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel

by Richelle Mead

  Wolfe strolled by. “Nice work, girl.” He gave Adrian a teeth-rattling slap on the back. “You were totally unprepared for her.”

  This seemed to distress Adrian even more, and I could’ve sworn I heard him mutter, “That’s for damned sure.”

  Some of Adrian’s swagger returned during the car ride home, but he was still quiet and thoughtful. I again tried to figure out his shift in mood. “Do you need to stop by Clarence’s for blood?” Maybe the class had exhausted him.

  “Nah,” he said. “Don’t want you to be late. But maybe… maybe you can come by this weekend, and we can do a group trip over there?”

  “I’ve got the dance on Saturday,” I said apologetically. “And I think Sonya was going to take Jill to Clarence’s tomorrow after school. Probably she can pick you up too.”

  “I suppose,” he said. He sounded disappointed, but one day wasn’t that long to wait for blood. Maybe he was afraid Sonya would recruit him for experiments again—which wouldn’t be a bad thing, I thought. Suddenly, he straightened up from his slouch. “Speaking of Sonya… I was thinking of something earlier. Something Wolfe said.”

  “Why, Adrian. Were you paying attention after all?”

  “Don’t start, Sage,” he warned. “Wolfe’s crazy, and you know it. But when he was giving all his words of wisdom, he mentioned that stuff about not giving out personal info to strangers and how victims are often staked out in advance. Remember?”

  “Yeah, I was there,” I said. “Like, an hour ago.”

  “Right, so. Those guys who attacked you and Sonya seemed to know she was a vampire—the wrong kind, but still. The fact that they showed up with a sword implies they did some research. I mean, it’s possible they just noticed her on the street one day and were like, ‘Ooh, vampire.’ But maybe they’ve been watching her for a while.”

  Noticed her on the street… I gasped as a million pieces fell into place in my mind at once. “Adrian, you’re a genius.”

  He flinched in surprise. “Wait. What?”

  “The week before the attack. Sonya and I got dinner, and we were stopped by some random guy who claimed he knew her from Kentucky. She was pretty freaked out because she was a Strigoi the whole time she was there, and obviously, she didn’t hang out with humans a lot back then.”

  Adrian took a few moments to turn this over in his mind. “So… you’re saying they’ve been checking into her for a while.”

  “Actually, you’re saying that.”

  “Right. Because I’m a genius.” More silence as we both considered the implications of Sonya’s situation. When Adrian spoke again, his tone wasn’t nearly so light. “Sage… last night. You never acknowledged my comment about vampire hunters.”

  “The Alchemists have no records of modern vampire hunters,” I said automatically. “My dad once said that occasionally, some random human discovers the truth. I’d figured her attack was something like that—not some huge organized group or conspiracy.”

  “Is it remotely possible that somehow, somewhere, the Alchemists might have missed something? And what do you mean by ‘modern’ exactly?”

  Alchemist history had been drilled into me nearly as much as the philosophies that governed our actions. “A long time ago—like, back in the Middle Ages—when the Alchemists were forming, a lot of factions had different ideas on how to deal with vampires. Nobody thought humans should associate with them. Those who eventually formed my group decided the best way was to work with Moroi just enough to keep them separate from humans. But there were others who didn’t take that approach. They thought the best way to keep humans free was to eradicate vampires—through any means.” I was relying on facts again, my old armor. If I reasoned away this argument, then I wouldn’t have to acknowledge what it would mean if there were people actively hunting Moroi.

  “Sounds like vampire hunters to me,” Adrian pointed out.

  “Yes, but they weren’t successful. There were just too many vampires, Moroi and Strigoi, for a group like this to take out. The last records we have of them are from, oh, I’d say the Renaissance. Those hunters eventually faded away.” Even I heard the uncertainty in my voice.

  “You said that sword had alchemy symbols on it.”

  “Old ones.”

  “Old enough to be from the time that splinter group was breaking away?”

  I sighed. “Yes. That old.”

  I wanted to close my eyes and sink into my seat. Cracks were appearing in my armor. I still wasn’t entirely sure I could accept the idea of vampire hunters, but I could no longer rule out their possibility.

  I could see Adrian studying me out of the corner of my eye. “Why the sigh?”

  “Because this is all stuff I should have put together sooner.”

  He seemed very pleased at the acknowledgment. “Well, you don’t believe in vampire hunters. Makes it hard to really consider them an actual threat when you operate in a world of facts and data, huh? But then… how would they have stayed under your radar for so long?”

  Now that Adrian had given me the seeds, my mind was already working out the idea. “Because they’re only killing Strigoi—if these hunters exist. If some group were taking out Moroi, your people would notice. The Strigoi aren’t organized the same way, and even if they noticed, it’s not like they’re going to report killings to us. Plus, Strigoi are killed all the time by Moroi and dhampirs. A few dead ones would just be written off to you guys—if anyone even found them. Toss a Strigoi out in the sun, and you’d never even know they’d been there.” Relief poured through me at my conclusion. If a group like this did exist, they couldn’t be killing Moroi. Strigoi-hunting was still dangerous, however. Only Alchemists could be trusted to deal with those fiends’ deaths and keep them secret from average humans.

  “Could you ask other Alchemists about hunters?” Adrian asked.

  “No, not yet. I might be able to dig through some records, but I could never bring this up officially. They’d stick to my dad’s theory—that it was just some random, weird group of humans. Then they’d laugh me away.”

  “You know who wouldn’t laugh you away?”

  “Clarence,” we both said in unison.

  “Not a conversation I look forward to,” I said wearily. “But he might really know something after all. And all his paranoia might pay off. All that home security? If this group really has it in their heads to come after Sonya, then she might be in even more danger than we realized.”

  “We need to tell Belikov. He excels at that protection thing. He won’t sleep if we convince him she’s in trouble—which seems likely after the sword attack.” I noticed that this was the first time Adrian had ever spoken about Dimitri without bitterness. In fact, Adrian’s words and praise sounded legitimate. He did believe in Dimitri’s skill. I said nothing about my observation, though. If Adrian was going to get over his hatred of Dimitri, it needed to come gradually and without any outside “help.”

  I dropped Adrian off with plans to talk later. When I got back to Amberwood, I was immediately flagged down by Mrs. Weathers. What now? I was ready to hear that Angeline had set something on fire. Instead, Mrs. Weathers’s face looked calm—pleasant, even—and I dared to hope for the best.

  “Some things came for you, dear,” she said. From a small office behind her desk, she produced two hangers with zipped garment bags on them. “A short, energetic woman dropped these off.”

  “Lia.” I took the hangers, wondering what contents I’d find inside. “Thank you.”

  I started to turn away, but Mrs. Weathers spoke again. “One more thing. Ms. Terwilliger left something for you too.”

  I tried to keep my face neutral. I was already drowning in Ms. Terwilliger’s latest assignments. What now? Mrs. Weathers handed me a large envelope that felt like it had a book in it. Scrawled on the outer side was: Not classwork. Maybe you won’t hate this. I thanked Mrs. Weathers again and took my haul up to my room. After depositing the costumes on my bed unopened, I promptly tore into the envelope.
Something about her note made me feel uneasy.

  I wasn’t entirely surprised to see it was another spell book. What did surprise me was that unlike the others I pored over for her, this one was new. Modern. There was no publisher listed on it, so it was probably someone’s home project, but it had clearly been printed and bound within the last few years. That was startling. I’d pointedly never asked Ms. Terwilliger about her magic-using pals and their lifestyle but had always assumed they were reading the dusty old volumes she had me translate and copy. That they might be working from their own, new, and updated books hadn’t even crossed my mind—though it should have.

  I had no time to beat myself up, though, not once I got a look at the book’s title. The Invisible Dagger: Practical Spells for Offense and Defense. Flipping through the pages, I saw that the spells were exactly as the title suggested but written in a more modern way than I was used to. Their origins were cited, times and places. Those varied wildly, but what didn’t was the spells’ efficiency. All were either the kind of spells that could be cast in very little time or ones that could be made in advance for immediate destructive effects—like the fire charm.

  These were exactly the kinds of spells I’d been asking Ms. Terwilliger about.

  Angry, I stuffed the book back in the envelope. How dare she try to lure me in with this? Did she think this would make up for everything she’d put me through? Mrs. Weathers would still be downstairs, and I had half a mind to drop the book off and tell her it had been sent to me in error. Or I could simply leave it on Ms. Terwilliger’s desk first thing in the morning. I wished now I hadn’t even opened it. “Returning to sender” unopened would have made a powerful statement, that she wasn’t going to trick me into her magic ring by finding a topic of interest to me.

  Mrs. Weathers knew about my connection to Ms. Terwilliger, though, and would simply tell me to return it tomorrow if I tried giving it back tonight. So, I’d have to hang on to this until the morning. I consoled myself by getting out some tape. I couldn’t undo opening the envelope, but there’d be something psychologically soothing about resealing it.

  Yet, as I started to unwind the tape, my mind spun back to my evening with Adrian and Wolfe. Wolfe had calmed me a bit in his constant reminders that most attacks were random and came from carelessness on the victim’s part. Knowing that and what to look for had made me feel empowered. He’d offhandedly mentioned attacks of a more premeditated or personal nature, but those clearly weren’t his focus. Nonetheless, they brought me back to my discussion with Adrian. What if there was truth to Clarence’s stories? What if vampire hunters were real? We’d all known Sonya’s attack wasn’t random, but if she really was dealing with some faction that had existed since the Middle Ages… well, then. My and Adrian’s fears would be correct. They would probably come for her again. No amount of avoiding isolated parking spots or walking confidently would stop them.

  I looked down at the envelope and decided not to seal it quite yet.

  CHAPTER 13

  THE DAY OF THE DANCE, I seriously considered going back to the costume store and buying the flammable white costume.

  Lia’s dress was… a bit more than I had expected.

  She had done a fair job copying the chiton style worn in ancient Greece, I’d give her that. The dress was sleeveless, pinned at my shoulders to drape into a neckline lower than I was comfortable with. The dress was floor length, and she’d somehow nailed my height perfectly without measuring me. That was where the historical resemblance ended. The material was some sort of silky, flowing fabric that draped around me and showed my figure better than you’d expect a dress like that to manage. Whatever the material was, it was nothing the Greeks could have produced, and it was… red.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d worn red. Maybe when I was a child. Sure, the Amberwood uniform variations sometimes had burgundy in them, but it was a subdued shade. This was a brilliant, flaming scarlet. I never wore colors that intense. I didn’t like the attention they attracted. Amplifying it was the amount of gold she’d worked into the dress. Gold thread danced along the edge of the red fabric, glittering in the light. The belt was golden too—and not the cheap plastic of the costume’s. The pins holding the dress were gold (or at least some high quality metal that appeared gold), as were the accessories she’d provided: a necklace and earrings made of little coins. She’d even given me a gold comb with little red crystals on it.

  I tried it on in my dorm room and stared at the glittering, red display I made.

  “No,” I said aloud.

  Someone knocked at my door, and I grimaced. It would take forever to change out of the elaborate dress, so I had no choice but to answer in costume. Fortunately, it was Jill. Her mouth opened to speak and then just hung there in silence when she saw me.

  “I know,” I said. “It’s ridiculous.”

  She recovered herself a few seconds later. “No… no! It’s amazing. Oh my God.”

  I hurried her into the room before our classmates could see me. She was also dressed for the dance, in a fairy confection of pale blue gauzy material that looked perfect on her willowy Moroi frame. “It’s red,” I told her. In case it wasn’t obvious, I added: “I never wear red.”

  “I know,” she said, wide-eyed. “But you should. It looks amazing on you. You should burn all your gray and brown clothes.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t wear this. If we leave now, there’s still time to go by the costume store and get something else.”

  Jill shook off her awed state and took on an adamant, fierce look that seemed kind of extreme for the situation. “No. Absolutely not. You are wearing that. It’s going to blow your boyfriend away. And you should put on a little more makeup—I know, I know. You don’t like anything crazy, but just darken the eyeliner and put on some lipstick. Just a little. You’ve got to match the dress’s intensity.”

  “You see? Already this color is causing problems.”

  She wouldn’t back down. “It’ll take like a minute. And that’s all we’ve got. If we don’t leave soon, we’re going to be late. Your boyfriend’s always early, right?”

  I didn’t answer right away. She had me there. Brayden was always early, and as much as the costume pained me, I couldn’t stand the thought of making him wait—especially since he wouldn’t be able to get into the dance without an Amberwood student.

  “Fine,” I said, with a sigh. “Let’s go.”

  Jill grinned triumphantly. “But first—the makeup.”

  I conceded to the makeup and then, at the last minute, added my cross necklace. It didn’t go with the theme and was instantly swallowed by the more flamboyant gold jewelry, but it made me feel better. It was a piece of normality.

  When we finally left, we found Eddie waiting for us in the lobby. He was dressed in normal clothes, his only nod to Halloween being a plain white half-mask that reminded me of the Phantom of the Opera. I was half-tempted to ask if he had a second one so that I could do a quick wardrobe change and just go masked.

  He jumped up from his chair, his face going dreamy when he saw Jill in her blue, ethereal glory. Honestly, how could no one else see how crazy he was about her? It was so painfully obvious. He drank her in with his eyes, looking as though he might swoon then and there. Then, he flicked his gaze over to me and did a double-take. His expression wasn’t lovestruck so much as dumbfounded.

  “I know, I know.” I could already see tonight’s pattern forming. “It’s red. I never wear red.”

  “You should,” he said, echoing Jill. He glanced between her and me then shook his head. “Too bad we’re ‘related.’ I’d ask you guys to dance. Seeing as my cousin already wants to go out with me, though, I suppose we shouldn’t start any more rumors.”

  “Poor Angeline,” said Jill, as we walked out to my car. “She really wanted to go.”

  “Seeing as there’ll be speakers there, it’s probably best she doesn’t,” I said.

  Eddie paused when we reached Latte. “Can I drive?
I feel like I should be a chauffeur tonight. You guys look like royalty.” He grinned at Jill. “Well, you’re always royalty.” He opened one of the back doors and actually swept her a bow. “After you, milady. I’m here to serve.”

  Practical, stoic Eddie was rarely given to such dramatic shows, and I could tell it caught Jill off guard. “Th-thank you,” she said, getting into the backseat. He helped her tuck her skirt inside, and she regarded him wonderingly, like she’d never noticed him before. After that, I could hardly deny his request and gave him the keys.

  The Halloween dance was being held at a very pretty hall adjacent to some botanical gardens. Eddie and I had checked it out this week so that he could determine its safety. Micah was meeting Jill there, though for different reasons than Brayden meeting me. Supervised buses were shuttling most students from the school to the dance. Upperclassmen like Eddie and me were allowed to take our own transportation, along with family like Jill. No one would technically know if Micah dropped her off later, but for now, she could only leave campus in the family carpool.

  “I hope I’m ready for this,” I muttered, as we pulled into the parking lot. The dress had distracted me so much that I hadn’t had time to ruminate over my other concern: going to a dance. All my old social anxieties returned. What did I do? What was normal here? I hadn’t had the nerve to ask any of my friends.

  “You’ll be fine,” said Eddie. “Your boyfriend and Micah will both be speechless.”

  I unfastened my seatbelt. “That’s the third time I’ve heard ‘your boyfriend.’ What’s going on with that? Why won’t anyone say Brayden’s name?”

  Neither of them answered right away. Finally, Jill said sheepishly, “Because none of us can remember it.”