And it was memories like that that made it so hard to comprehend this quest to kill him, even if he was a Strigoi. Yet… at the same time, it was exactly because of memories like that that I had to destroy him. I needed to remember him as the man who’d loved me and held me in bed. I needed to remember that that man would not want to stay a monster.

I wasn’t very excited when Sydney showed me the car she’d bought, particularly since I’d given her the money for it.

“We’re going in that?” I exclaimed. “Can it even make it that far?” The trip was apparently seven hours.

She gave me a shocked look. “Are you serious? Do you know what this is? It’s a 1972 Citroen. These things are amazing. Do you have any idea how hard it would have been to get this into the country back in the Soviet days? I can’t believe that guy actually sold it. He’s clueless.”

I knew little about the Soviet era and even less about classic cars, but Sydney stroked the shiny red hood like she was in love. Who would have guessed? She was a car geek. Maybe it was valuable, and I just couldn’t appreciate it. I was more into sleek, brand-new sports cars. To be fair, this car didn’t have any dents or rust, and aside from an outdated look, it appeared clean and well cared for.

“Will it run?” I asked.

If possible, her expression grew even more incredulous. “Of course!”

And it did. The engine sprang to life with a steady hum, and with the way it accelerated, I started to understand her fascination. She wanted to drive, and I was about to argue that it had been my money that bought it. Seeing the adoring look on her face, though, I finally decided not to come between her and the car.

I was just glad we were leaving right away. It was already late afternoon. If the road was as dangerous as everyone claimed, we wouldn’t want to be out there while it was dark. Sydney agreed but said we could get most of the trip in before sundown and then stay overnight at a place she knew. We’d arrive at our destination in the morning.

The farther we drove from Omsk, the more remote the terrain became. As I studied it, I began to understand Dimitri’s love of this land. It had a scrubby, barren look, true, but spring was turning the plains green, and there was something hauntingly beautiful about seeing all this untouched wilderness. It reminded me of Montana in some ways yet had a certain quality that was all its own.

I couldn’t help but use Sydney’s crush on the car as a means of conversation. “Do you know a lot about cars?” I asked.

“Some,” she said. “My dad’s the Alchemist in our family, but my mom’s a mechanic.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised. “That’s kind of… unusual.” Of course, I was hardly one to talk about gender roles. Considering my life was dedicated to fighting and killing, I couldn’t really claim to have a traditionally feminine job either.

“She’s really good and taught me a lot. I wouldn’t have minded doing that for a living. Wouldn’t have minded going to college, either.” There was a bitter note in her voice. “I guess there are a lot of other things I wish I could do.”

“Why can’t you?”

“I had to be the next family Alchemist. My sister… well, she’s older, and usually it’s the oldest kid who has to do the job. But, she’s kind of… worthless.”

“That’s harsh.”

“Yeah, maybe. But she just couldn’t handle this kind of thing. When it comes to organizing her lip gloss collection, she’s unstoppable. But managing the kinds of networks and people we do? No, she’d never be able to do it. Dad said I was the only one capable of it.”

“That’s a compliment, at least.”

“I guess.”

Sydney looked so sad now that I felt bad for bringing it up. “If you could go to college, what would you study?”

“Greek and Roman architecture.”

I decided then it was a good thing I wasn’t behind the wheel, because I probably would have driven off the road. “Seriously?”

“You know anything about it?”

“Um, no.”

“It’s amazing.” The sad expression was replaced by one of wonder-she looked nearly as enamored as she’d been of the car. I understood then why she’d liked the train station. “The ingenuity it took for some of that… well, it’s just unreal. If the Alchemists won’t send me back to the U.S. after this, I’m hoping I’ll get assigned to Greece or Italy.”

“That would be cool.”

“Yeah.” Her smile faded. “But there are no guarantees you’ll get what you want with this job.”

She fell silent after that, and I decided that coaxing her into this small conversation had been victory enough. I left her to her own thoughts of classic cars and architecture while my mind wandered to topics of my own. Strigoi. Duty. Dimitri. Always Dimitri…

Well, Dimitri and Lissa. It was always a toss-up over who would cause me more pain. Today, as the car lulled me into a daze, it was Lissa I went to, thanks largely to Adrian’s recent visit in my dream.

Early evening in Russia meant early morning in Montana. Of course, since the school ran on a nocturnal schedule, it was technically night for them too in spite of the sunshine. It was nearly curfew, and everyone would have to return to their own dorms soon.

Lissa was with Adrian, over in his room in guest housing. Adrian, like Avery, had graduated, but as the only other known spirit user, he’d come to stay indefinitely at the school and work with Lissa. They’d just spent a long, exhausting evening working on dream walking and sat on the floor facing each other. With a sigh, Lissa collapsed back and lay down, stretching her arms over her head.

“This is useless,” she groaned. “I’m never going to learn it.”

“Never took you for a quitter, cousin.” Adrian’s voice was as flippant as usual, but I could tell he was weary too. They weren’t really cousins; that was just a term royals sometimes used with each other.

“I just don’t understand how you do it.”

“I don’t know how to explain it. I just think about it, and… well, it happens.” He shrugged and pulled out the cigarettes he always carried. “Do you mind?”

“Yes,” she said. To my surprise, he put them away. What the hell? He’d never asked me if I minded if he smoked-which I did. In fact, half the time, I swore he did it to annoy me, which made no sense. Adrian was way past the age when guys tried to attract girls they liked by picking on them.

He tried to explain the process. “I just think about who I want and sort of… I don’t know. Expand my mind toward them.”

Lissa sat up and crossed her legs. “Sounds a lot like how Rose described reading me.”

“Probably the same principle. Look, it took you a while to learn auras. This is no different. And you’re not the only one with a learning curve. I’m only now finally moving past healing scratches, and you can bring back the dead, which-call me crazy-is kind of hard-core.” He paused. “Of course, some would argue that I am actually crazy.”

At the mention of auras, she studied him and summoned the ability to see the field of light that shone around every living thing. His aura came into focus, surrounding him in a golden glow. According to Adrian, her aura was the same. No other Moroi had that kind of pure gold. Lissa and Adrian figured it was unique to spirit users.

He smiled, guessing what she was doing. “How’s it look?”

“The same.”

“See how good you are at it now? Just be patient with the dreams.”

Lissa wanted so badly to walk dreams the same way he could. Despite her disappointment, I was glad she couldn’t. Adrian’s dream visits were hard enough on me. Seeing her would… well, I wasn’t entirely sure, but it would make this cool, hard attitude I was trying to maintain in Russia a lot harder.

“I just want to know how she is,” said Lissa in a small voice. “I can’t stand not knowing.” It was the conversation with Christian all over again.

“I saw her the other day. She’s fine. And I’ll go again soon.”