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→I shrugged. “No reason. Just wondering if you’d put your charisma research on hold and step up for a chalenge. If you went twenty-four hours without cigarettes, I’d drink a can of pop. Regular pop. The whole can.”
I saw the glimmer of Adrian’s earlier smile returning. “You would not.”
“I totaly would.”
“Half a can would put you into a coma.”

→“I’ll help,” said Sonya. “The last time you ran an errand, you were gone two hours.” Adrian scowled but didn’t deny the charge. “Our aura observations have been identical anyway. You can get them started on the sounds without me.” Sonya and I took everyone’s orders and set out. I didn’t realy feel like I needed help, but I supposed carrying food for five people—even for a few blocks—could get unwieldy.

→I smiled at her. “And here I thought Adrian was the only one who got cabin fever from the work you guys do.”
“He just complains the most,” she explained.

→“Im proving how exactly?” I asked. “In combat, in folowing the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?”
“Or in turning off caps-lock?” added Eddie.
“You noticed that too?” I asked.
“Hard not to,” he said.

→“Busy at Amberwood,” said Eddie vaguely. He’d mentioned in the car that it might be best if Angeline’s indiscretion and his forced shopping weren’t mentioned. “You know,
keeping an eye forced shopping weren’t men- tioned. “You know, keeping an eye on Jil and
Angeline. Besides, I was waiting until Sydney came back since she wanted to see what we were doing.” I let the white lie slide.
“How is Angeline?” asked Dimitri. “Is she improving?” Eddie and I exchanged glances.
So much for avoiding her indiscretions.

→“There’s a good Thai carryout place a few blocks away.”
“I’l help,” said Adrian eagerly.

→“I suppose not,” I murmured, still concerned.

→“She’s fine,” said Dimitri. “I talked to her this morning. I’m not sure what’s going on, but Eddie wouldn’t be away without good reason.”

→“Is Jill okay?” She had to be. Someone would have told me, right? Eddie’s main purpose in Palm Springs—and mine—was to keep her safe. If she was in danger, it would trump everything else.

→Mrs. Weathers beckoned me over to her desk. “I need to talk to you about your cousin.”

→I held back a grimace as I recalled Jill’s e-mail. Cousin Angeline. All of us attending Amberwood were doing so under fake family connections. Jill and Eddie were my siblings. Angeline was our cousin. It helped explain why we were always together and getting involved with each other’s business.

→That was true. I was in khaki dress pants and a green short-sleeved blouse, along with a small gold cross I always wore. I did a mental rundown of Angeline’s wardrobe, trying to recall if I’d ever seen anything concerning about it. Probably the most appalling part was its quality. Angeline had come from the Keepers, a mixed community of humans, Moroi, and dhampirs who lived in the Appalachian Mountains. Along with a lack of electricity and plumbing, the Keepers chose to make a lot of their clothing or at least wear it into threads.

→“Of course,” she said. “But not outside of classes.”

→That was a surprise. “But we have uniforms, ma’am.”

→Mrs. Weathers sighed. “Your cousin is having trouble with our dress code.”

→I sat down with Mrs. Weathers and thought longingly of my bed. “What’s happened?” I asked.

→“Yes, ma’am.” If by “good,” she meant “terrifying and unsettling.”

→“It’s my job to worry. I always have to make sure everyone’s okay.”

→“You worry as much as me,” teased Dimitri. “I didn’t think that was possible.”

→“I’m so glad you’re back,” she said. “I trust you had a good family visit?”