Bloodlines (Bloodlines, #1)(7)

“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.”