The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel

by Richelle Mead

  “Of course,” the man replied. He walked back the way we’d come in.

  I snapped back to reality. “Adrian! You used compulsion on that guy. That… I mean, it’s…”

  “Awesome?” Adrian walked over to the steps leading up to the upper pool. “Yeah, I know.”

  “It’s wrong! All of this. Breaking and entering, and compulsion…” I shivered, despite the sweltering heat. “It’s immoral. Controlling someone else’s mind. You know it! Your people and mine both agree.”

  “Eh, no harm done.” He climbed to the top of the pool and stood on its edge, surveying his kingdom. The sun brought out chestnut glints in his brown hair. “Believe me, that guy was easy to control. Weak-willed. I barely had to use compulsion.”

  “Adrian—”

  “Come on, Sage. Not like we’re going to hurt anything. Check out this view.”

  I was almost afraid to go up there. It was so rare for any of the Moroi here to use their magic that it was easy for me to pretend it didn’t exist. Seeing Adrian use it—the most insidious kind—made my skin crawl. As I’d told Ms. Terwilliger in our charm discussion, no one should be able to control another like that.

  “Come on,” Adrian repeated. “You’re not worried I’m going to compel you up here, are you?”

  “Of course not,” I said. And I meant it. I didn’t know why, but some part of me knew Adrian would never, ever harm me. Reluctantly, I went to join him, hoping that would encourage him to leave. When I reached the top, my jaw dropped. The intimate pool hadn’t seemed that high, but it gave us a stunning view of the mountains off in the distance, rugged and majestic against the blue of the sky. The larger pool glittered below us, and the waterfall made it look like we’d entered some mystical oasis.

  “Cool, huh?” he asked. Adrian sat down on the small pool’s edge, rolled up his jeans, and took off his socks and shoes.

  “Now what are you doing?” I asked.

  “Making the most out of this.” He put his feet in the water. “Come on. Do something bad for a change. Not that it’s really that bad. We aren’t trashing this place or anything.”

  I hesitated, but the water was intoxicating, as though it too could wield compulsion. Settling down, I copied Adrian and dipped my bare feet into the water. Its coolness was startling—and wonderful—in this intense heat.

  “I could get used to this,” I admitted. “But what if the owners come home early?”

  He shrugged. “I can talk us out of it, don’t worry.”

  That wasn’t exactly reassuring. I turned back to the gorgeous view and lush property. I wasn’t always the most imaginative person, but I thought back to what I’d said about living another life. What would it be like to have a home like this? To stay in one place? To spend days by the pool, soaking in the sun, and not worrying about the fate of humanity? I fell into daydreams and was so caught up that I lost track of time.

  “We have to get back to the shop,” I exclaimed. Glancing over, I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced the dreamy one.

  “The mechanic will wait,” he said.

  “Yeah, but I’m supposed to meet Brayden soon. I’ll be—” That’s when I got a good look at Adrian. “What have you done? Look at you! You shouldn’t be out here.”

  “It’s not that bad.”

  He was lying, and we both knew it. It was late afternoon, and the sun was merciless. I’d certainly felt it, though the coolness of the water had helped distract me. That, and I was human. Sure, sunstroke and sunburns were concerns, but I loved the sun and had a high tolerance for it. Vampires did not.

  Sweat poured off Adrian, soaking his shirt and hair. Pink blotches covered his face. They were familiar. I’d seen them on Jill back when she’d been forced to play outdoor sports in PE. Left unchecked, they’d turn into burns. I jumped to my feet.

  “Come on, we have to get out of here before you get worse. What were you thinking?”

  His expression was astonishingly nonchalant for someone who looked like he would pass out. “It was worth it. You looked… happy.”

  “That’s crazy,” I said.

  “Not the craziest thing I’ve ever done.” He smiled as he looked up at me. His eyes grew slightly unfocused, as though they were seeing more than just me. “What’s a little crazy here and there? I’m supposed to be doing experiments… why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun?”

  The way he looked at me and spoke unnerved me, and I remembered what Jill had said, how spirit slowly drove its users insane. Adrian hardly seemed insane, but there was certainly something haunted about him, a definite shift from his usual sharp wit. It was as though something else had seized hold of him. I remembered that poem line, about dreaming and waking.

  “Come on,” I repeated. I held out my hand. “You shouldn’t have used spirit. We need to get you out of here.”

  He took my hand and staggered to his feet. A rush of warmth and electricity went through me, just as it had the last time we touched, and our eyes held. For a moment, all I could think about were his earlier words: You looked happy…

  I brushed such sentiments aside and quickly got him out of there, only to discover the mechanic hadn’t finished. At least in his shop, we were able to get Adrian some water and air conditioning. As we waited I texted Brayden. Running an hour late with family stuff. Sorry. Will be there as soon as I can. My phone chimed back about thirty seconds later: That only leaves an hour for the textile museum.

  “That’s not nearly enough time,” said Adrian deadpan. I hadn’t realized he’d been reading over my shoulder. I moved the phone away and suggested to Brayden we just meet for an early dinner. He concurred.

  “I’m a mess,” I muttered, checking myself out in a mirror. The heat had definitely taken its toll, and I looked sweaty and worn.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Adrian told me. “If he didn’t notice how awesome you were in the red dress, he probably won’t notice anything now.” He hesitated. “Not that there’s even anything to notice. You’re as cute as usual.”

  I was about to snap at him for teasing me, but when I looked over, his face was deadly earnest. Whatever retort I might have managed died on my lips, and I quickly got up to check our status, in order to hide how flustered I felt.

  The mechanic finally finished—no problems found—and Adrian and I headed downtown. I kept watching him anxiously, afraid he’d pass out.

  “Stop worrying, Sage. I’m fine,” he said. “Although… I’d be better with some ice cream or gelato. Even you have to admit that’d be good right now.”

  It would, actually, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “What is it with you and frozen desserts? Why do you always want them?”

  “Because we live in a desert.”

  I couldn’t argue with that reasoning. We reached his place, and I swapped cars. Before he went inside, I inundated him with advice about getting water and resting. Then, I spoke the words that had been burning inside of me.

  “Thank you for the poolside outing,” I said. “Your near-sun-stroke aside, that was pretty amazing.”

  He gave me a cocky smile. “Maybe you’ll get used to vampire magic after all.”

  “No,” I said automatically. “I’ll never get used to that.”

  His smile immediately disappeared. “Of course not,” he murmured. “See you around.”

  I finally made it to dinner. I’d chosen an Italian restaurant, filled with the scents of garlic and cheese. Brayden sat at a corner table, sipping water and earning glares from the waitress, who was probably impatient for him to order. I sat down opposite him, dropping my satchel beside me.

  “I am so sorry,” I told him. “I had to do this thing with my, uh, brother.”

  If Brayden was mad, he didn’t show it. That was his way. He did, however, give me a scrutinizing look. “Was it something athletic? You
look like you ran a marathon.”

  It wasn’t an insult, not by any means, but it did take me aback—mostly because I was thinking of Adrian’s comment. Brayden had had almost nothing to say about my Halloween costume, but he noticed this?

  “We were out in Santa Sofia, getting his car looked at.”

  “Nice area. Keep going up the highway, and you can get to Joshua Tree National Park. Ever been there?”

  “No. Just read about it.”

  “Iconic place. The geology’s fascinating.”

  The waitress came by, and I gratefully ordered an iced latte. Brayden was more than happy to tell me about some of the park’s geology, and we soon fell into our comfortable rhythm of intellectual discussion. I didn’t know the park’s specific makeup, but I knew more than enough about geology in general to keep up. In fact, I was able to talk on autopilot while my mind wandered back to Adrian. I recalled again what he’d said about the red dress. I also couldn’t shake the comment about me being happy, and how that was worth his suffering.

  “What do you think?”

  “Hmm?” I realized I’d lost the thread of our conversation after all.

  “I asked which type of desert you find more striking,” Brayden explained. “The Mojave region gets all the hype, but I actually prefer the Colorado Desert.”

  “Ah.” I slipped back into the flow. “Um, Mojave. I like the rock formations better.”

  This triggered a debate of the regions while we ate, and Brayden seemed happier and happier. He really did like having someone who could keep up with him, I realized. None of my books had said anything about the way to a man’s heart being through academic debates. I didn’t mind it, though. I liked the conversation, but it didn’t exactly send thrills through me. I had to remind myself it was still early in our relationship—if I could even call it that. Surely the head over heels part would come soon.

  We talked for a long time after the meal was over. The waitress brought us an unsolicited dessert menu when we finished, and I surprised myself by saying, “Wow… I can’t believe how much I want gelato right now. That never happens.” Maybe the sweat and heat had leached my nutrients… or maybe I still had Adrian on the brain.

  “I’ve never heard you order dessert,” said Brayden, sliding his menu away. “It’s not too much sugar?”

  It was another of those weird statements of his that could be interpreted a number of different ways. Was he judging me? Did he think I shouldn’t have any sugar? I didn’t know, but it was enough for me to close the menu and set it on top of his.

  With no other scheduled forms of entertainment for the night, we decided to just go for a walk after dinner. The temperature was down to moderate levels, and it was still light enough out that I wasn’t as concerned about the Warriors of Light jumping out from corners. That didn’t mean I ignored Wolfe’s teachings, however. I still kept an eye on my surroundings, watching for anything suspicious.

  We reached a small park that only took up one city block and found a bench in the corner. We sat down on it, watching children play on the opposite side of the lawn while we continued a discussion on bird watching in the Mojave. Brayden put his arm around me as we talked, and eventually, we exhausted the topic and simply sat in comfortable silence.

  “Sydney…”

  I turned my gaze from the children, surprised at Brayden’s uncertain tone, which was very different from the one he’d just been using to defend the superiority of the mountain bluebird over the western bluebird. There was softness in his eyes now as he looked at me. The evening light made his hazel eyes take on a little more gold than usual but completely hid the green. Too bad.

  Before I could say anything, he leaned forward and kissed me. It was more intense than the last one, though still a long ways from the epic, all-consuming kisses I’d seen in movies. He did rest his hand on my shoulder this time, gently bringing me a little closer. The kiss also lasted longer than previous ones, and I again tried to let myself go and lose myself in the feel of someone else’s lips.

  He was the one who ended it, a bit more abruptly than I would’ve expected. “I—I’m sorry,” he said, looking away. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “Why not?” I asked. It wasn’t so much that I’d been yearning for the kiss as it was that this seemed exactly like the kind of place you’d want to kiss: a romantic park at sunset.

  “We’re in public. It’s kind of vulgar, I suppose.” Vulgar? I wasn’t even sure if we were really all that much in public, seeing as no one was next to us and we were in the shade of some trees. Brayden sighed with dismay. “I guess I just lost control. It won’t happen again.”

  “It’s okay,” I said.

  It hadn’t seemed like that much of a loss of control, but what did I know? And I wondered if maybe a small loss of control wasn’t such a bad thing. Wasn’t that kind of the basis of passion? I didn’t know that either. The only thing I knew for sure was that this kiss had been a lot like the last one. Nice, but it didn’t blow me away. My heart sank. There was something wrong with me. Everyone was always going on about how socially inept I was. Did it extend to romance as well? Was I so cold that I’d spend my life never feeling anything?

  I think Brayden misread my dismay and assumed I was upset with him. He stood up and held out his hand. “Hey, let’s go walk to that tea shop one block over. They’ve got this local painter’s art on display that I think you’ll like. Besides, no calories in tea, right? Better than dessert.”

  “Right,” I said. Thinking of the gelato didn’t cheer me up any. The Italian place had had pomegranate, which kind of sounded like the best thing ever. As I stood up, my cell phone rang and startled both of us. “Hello?”

  “Sage? It’s me.”

  I had no reason to be mad at Adrian, not after what he’d done for me, but somehow I felt irritated by the interruption. I was trying to make the most of this night with Brayden, and Adrian unsettled everything.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “Are you still downtown? You need to come over right now.”

  “You know I’m out with Brayden,” I said. This was pushy, even for Adrian. “I can’t just drop everything and entertain you.”

  “It’s not about me.” It was then that I noticed how hard and serious his voice was. Something tightened in my chest. “It’s about Sonya. She’s missing.”

  CHAPTER 19

  “SHE WAS LEAVING TOWN,” I reminded him.

  “Not until tomorrow.”

  He was right, I realized. When we’d spoken to Sonya last night, she’d said two days. “Are you sure she’s really disappeared?” I asked. “Maybe she’s just… out.”

  “Belikov’s here, and he’s freaked out. He says she never came home last night.”

  I nearly dropped the phone. Last night? Sonya had been gone that long? That was nearly twenty-four hours ago. “How did no one notice until now?” I demanded.

  “I don’t know,” said Adrian. “Can you just come over? Please, Sydney?”

  I was powerless when he used my first name. It always took everything to an extra level of seriousness—not that this situation needed any particular help. Sonya. Gone for twenty-four hours. For all we knew, she wasn’t even alive if those sword-wielding freaks had caught her.

  Brayden’s face was a mix of incredulity and disappointment when I told him I had to leave. “But you just… I mean…” It was a rare moment of speechlessness for him.

  “I’m sorry,” I said earnestly. “Especially after being late and ruining the museum. But it’s a family emergency.”

  “Your family has an awful lot of emergencies.”

  You have no idea, I thought. Instead of saying that, I simply apologized again. “I really am sorry. I…” I nearly said I’d make it up to him, but that was what I’d said when I left the Halloween dance early. Tonight was supposed to have been the makeup date. “I’m just sorry.”

  ADRIAN’S PLACE WAS CLOSE ENOUGH that I could’ve reasonably walked, but Brayde
n insisted on driving me, since dusk was falling. I had no problem accepting.

  “Whoa,” said Brayden, when we pulled up to the building. “Nice Mustang.”

  “Yeah. It’s a 1967 C-code,” I said automatically. “Great engine. My brother’s. He’s moved it again! I hope he wasn’t out driving anywhere he wasn’t supposed to—whoa. What’s that?”

  Brayden looked at where I was staring. “A Jaguar?”

  “Obviously.” The sleek, black car was parked just in front of Adrian’s Mustang. “Where’d it come from?”

  Brayden had no answer, of course. After more apologies and a promise to get in touch, I left him. There was no pretense of a kiss, not when he was so disappointed in the evening’s outcome and I was too anxious about Sonya. In fact, I forgot all about Brayden as I walked up to the building. I had bigger concerns.

  “It’s Clarence’s,” said Adrian, as soon as he answered the door.

  “Huh?” I asked.

  “The Jag. I figured you’d want to know. He let Belikov drive it over since Sonya left with the rental.” He stepped aside as I entered and shook his head in dismay. “Can you believe it was locked away in his garage the whole time I lived with him? He said he forgot he owned it! And there I was, stuck with the bus.”

  I would’ve laughed under almost any other circumstances. But when I saw Dimitri’s face, all humor left me. He was pacing the living room like a trapped animal, radiating frustration and concern.

  “I’m an idiot,” he muttered. It was unclear if he was talking to himself or us. “I didn’t realize she was gone last night, and then I spent half the day thinking she was out gardening!”

  “Did you try calling her cell?” I knew it was a foolish question, but I had to begin logically.

  “Yes,” Dimitri said. “No answer. Then I double-checked to make sure her flight hadn’t changed, and then I talked to Mikhail to see if he knew anything. He didn’t. All I succeeded at doing there was making him worry.”

  “He should,” I murmured, sitting on the edge of the couch. Nothing good could come of this. We knew the Warriors were obsessed with Sonya, and now she’d disappeared after going out alone.