But I couldn’t take it. I was too afraid–afraid of losing control and afraid of gaining it. I tried to think of Sydney but couldn’t get a clear grip on her in my mind. One moment, she was laughing and golden in the sun. Another, she was crying. I wanted what was best for her . . . and yet, I knew what she actually wanted was what was best for me. It was so hard to know what that was, though. On a nearby table, Hopper–in statue form–seemed to watch me judgmentally, and I turned him so he faced away from me.
The music drifted over me, and I realized with a start I’d put on Jefferson Airplane. I laughed, but it soon turned into a sigh.
“‘One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small.’” I squeezed the pill tightly in my hand. “‘And the ones that Mother gives you don’t do anything at all.’”
Take the damn pill, Adrian. The chastising voice in my head was my own, not Aunt Tatiana’s, thankfully. I opened my hand and studied the edges of the pill. Just take it. I had a glass of water and everything.
But I still held off.
The chiming of the Love Phone made me jump. Still holding the pill in one hand, I found the phone with the other and read a text from Sydney:
Told Z I left my phone in the store, so I went back and got a sketchpad and some pigments. Know any starving artist who could use them?
My heart swelled, so full of love I didn’t know how any physical body could possibly contain such power. I felt like my chest would burst.
“Okay, Alice,” I said, eyeing the pill. “Let’s see what you can do.”
I put the pill in my mouth and swallowed.
CHAPTER 12
SYDNEY
I DIDN’T BLINK AN EYE when my AP chemistry teacher told us we had a pop quiz. But when Zoe told me our dad was about to be in Palm Springs, I nearly had a meltdown.
“What? When’s he getting here?” I exclaimed. We’d just sat down for lunch in the cafeteria.
“Tonight. He wants to have dinner.” She picked up a french fry and scrutinized it as though it held more interest than the news she’d just delivered. “They burned these today.”
Food was the last thing on my mind, and it had nothing to do with concerns about weight. “How long have you known he was coming today?”
She shrugged. “I told you last week.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t exactly fine‑tune the date and time! Couldn’t you have given me a little more warning?”
At last, I warranted more attention than her lunch. “What’s the problem? It’s Dad! You should be excited. It’s not like you have to prepare or anything.”
Well, I wouldn’t have minded preparing mentally. Even though I’d known he was coming, not having a fixed date had allowed me to relax about it. The rest of our gang was sitting with us–Jill, Eddie, Angeline, and Neil–and I could see them watching the exchange with interest. Only Jill really knew the full scope of my parental drama, and when it was clear neither Zoe nor I was going to say anything more on the subject, Jill helpfully shifted the conversation and began talking about some expo her sewing club was doing.
I robotically began eating my stir‑fry without really tasting it. If I pretended to be interested in my food, maybe no one would notice I was on the verge of a panic attack. My dad would be here tonight! Calm down, I ordered myself. It was only dinner, and since we’d presumably be in public, he’d have to limit his ranting. It wasn’t like he was going to search my room or follow me around.
And yet, no matter how hard I tried to soothe myself with logic, I couldn’t shake my unease. Palm Springs had become a sanctuary for me, in which I tucked away all my secrets–not just my romance with Adrian, but also my true friendship with the others. And, of course, my illicit magic use. I kept all those things well guarded, but just knowing he would be here, in my territory, made me feel as though my entire life had just been exposed.
“Hey, Neil,” said Angeline abruptly. “You ever staked a Strigoi?”
Considering Jill had just been talking about catwalk lighting, it was kind of a weird subject change. From Neil’s expression, he thought so too.
“Er, well, not a real one.”
“But you’ve had lots of practice on fake ones.”
“Yes, of course.” He relaxed a little, now that he was in familiar territory. “It was a requisite part of our curriculum.”
She brightened. “You think you could give me some pointers after school today?”
Eddie frowned. “We went over that a couple months ago.”
“Well, yeah,” she said, “but I mean, it can’t hurt to get different opinions on it, right?”
“How can there be different opinions on driving a stake through a monster’s heart?” asked Jill. Her face declared she wasn’t a fan of Neil and Angeline spending time together.
“I’m sure Neil and Eddie have different skills,” Angeline insisted.
It was a dangerous comment, suggesting one might be more skilled than the other. The guys’ faces confirmed as much. “I’d be happy to show you,” said Neil, puffing with pride. “You’re right that you might benefit from a different style.”
“I’d be interested in seeing this,” remarked Eddie.
“Me too,” said Jill.
“No.” Angeline shook her head adamantly. “You’d just be a distraction, and this is serious business. Just me and Neil.” From the way she looked at him through her lashes, I wondered what business she had in mind. I grabbed hold of her arm as we were all dispersing for our classes later.
“Why the aggressive move on Neil?” I asked. “You were moping about Trey a couple weeks ago.”
Her face fell. “Still am. Can’t get him out of my mind. So I figure I have to get serious about Neil.”
I didn’t really know how to immediately respond to that. “But you said you didn’t think you could really get into him.”
“That’s why I have to try,” she explained, with a look that said I might not be as smart as everyone claimed. “Because then I won’t think about Trey.”
There was no point in fighting it anymore, and while I was dubious about her romantic methods, I knew her and Trey staying apart was a sound plan. “Well, good luck with that.”
Anxiety about my dad continued to eat me up all day. Although I knew I should stay far away from Adrian today, I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I stepped into Ms. Terwilliger’s room for my independent study, she took one look at my face and smiled. “Go,” she said. “Whatever it is you need to do, go.”
“Thank you, ma’am!” I was moving before I finished speaking.
I headed over to his place and let myself in with my key. He was sitting in his living room, working on an unexpected project. A number of his paintings lay on the ground, and he was carefully cutting them up into pieces. It was enough to momentarily allay the panic over my dad.
“What’s this?” I asked. “Did you hate them all that much?”
He smiled up at me. “Not exactly. I got an idea for the self‑portrait. I realized all of these rejects are technically part of me, so I’m going to combine all of them into a collage there.” He nodded up to a canvas on an easel, which already held the remnants of a painting he’d done of his aura.
“You’re bending the assignment a little,” I said, sitting down beside him.
He returned to his cutting. “I’m sure my professor will be so amazed by my brilliance and ingenuity that she’ll want to keep it for herself and hang it above her fireplace. Or maybe her bedroom. Would you be cool with that? Or would that be weird?”
“I guess I could learn to share you,” I said.
“You’re a trooper, Sage.” Setting down the scissors, he turned his full attention on me and raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
I almost smiled at that. Everyone said I concealed my feelings, but he always seemed to know how I felt. “You read my aura?”
I kept my tone light. We’d spoken very little about spirit in the last two weeks, ever since his breakdown at the pawnshop. Thinking about him and the way the magic drove him to such extremes still ate me up inside, but I’d been careful not to nag. He already knew I was worried, and I wasn’t going to bring it up again, unless he did first or I saw a reason. And recently, he’d seemed to be on good behavior. I’d seen no signs of excessive drinking or spirit use. That didn’t mean the problem was gone, of course, but it was a relief to be in calm waters while I tried to puzzle out a way to help him.