The Golden Lily by Richelle Mead Read Free Book Online

supremely delighted to see us.
    He had the tal, lean build that most Moroi guys did, along with their typicaly pale (though not Strigoi-pale) skin. I hated to admit it, but he was more good-looking than he had any right to be. He it, but he was more good-looking than he had any right to be. He wore his dark brown hair stylishly messy and had eyes that sometimes seemed too green to be real. Adrian had on one of those button-up printed shirts that were trendy with guys lately, with a blue pattern on it I liked. He smeled like he’d been smoking recently, which I didn’t like.
    Dimitri and Sonya were sitting at the kitchen table going over a bunch of papers with hand-written notes on them. The papers were kind of haphazardly scattered around, which made me wonder how much work they could realy be accomplishing. I would have had those pages neatly stacked and organized by topic.
    “Glad you’re back, Sydney,” said Sonya. “I’ve needed a little female support here.” The prettiness of her red hair and high cheek bones was tainted by the fact that she showed her fangs when she smiled. Most Moroi were taught early to avoid that, to prevent detection from humans. Sonya had no qualms about doing it in private. It still bugged me.
    Dimitri smiled at me. It made his already handsome face even more so, and I knew that “Zen master wisdom” wasn’t the reason Rose had falen for him. “I’m guessing you didn’t take a nap.”
    “Too much to do,” I said.
    Sonya gave Eddie a curious look. “We’ve been wondering where you were.”
    “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 mentioned. “You know, keeping an eye on Jill 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. “Improving 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.
    Dimitri looked surprised, which was not a common thing. He wasn’t caught off guard very often, but then, no one could realy prepare for what Angeline might do.
    “I didn’t realize I needed to be more specific,” said Dimitri after a pause. “I meant combat.”

    “I didn’t realize I needed to be more specific,” said Dimitri after a pause. “I meant combat.” Eddie shrugged. “There’s a little improvement, but it’s hard to get through to her. I mean, she’s absolutely dead set on protecting Jil, but she’s also convinced she already knows how.
    She’s got years of that sloppy training driled into her. It’s hard to break that. Plus, she’s … easily distracted.” I had to swalow a laugh.
    Dimitri still looked troubled. “She has no time for distraction.
    Maybe I should talk to her.”
    “No,” said Eddie firmly, in a rare show of contradicting Dimitri. “You’ve got plenty to do here. She’s my responsibility to train. Don’t worry.” train. Don’t worry.”
    Adrian puled up a chair, turning it backwards so he could rest his chin on its back. “What about you, Sage? I know we don’t have to worry about you violating the dress code. Did you have fun at your Alchemist spa this weekend?” I set down my bag and walked over to the refrigerator. “If by spa, you mean underground bunker. And it was just business.” I made a face as I looked inside. “You promised to get me diet pop.”
    “I did promise that,” said Adrian, no remorse whatsoever.
    “But then I read some article that said those artificial sweeteners aren’t good for you. So, I figured I’d watch out for your health.” He paused.