“No,” said Eddie. “I checked in again this morning. His roommate’s starting to hate me. Can’t say I blame him.”
“This is driving me crazy!” I said, feeling like I could beat my head against the wall. “We’re so close and yet helpless. Every minute that goes by is another that Sonya doesn’t have.”
He grimaced. “Are we sure she’s alive?”
“She was last night,” I said.
Both Eddie and Angeline looked at me in amazement. “How do you know?” she asked.
“Um, well, I-no way!” My jaw dropped as I stared past Eddie. “It’s Trey!”
Sure enough, a bleary-eyed Trey had just entered the cafeteria. Damp hair indicated a recent shower, but there were bruises and scrapes all over him that I could no longer attribute to football.
Eddie was in motion before I could say another word, and Angeline and I were quick to follow. I half-expected Eddie to tackle Trey then and there. Instead, Eddie walked right in front of Trey and blocked him from entering the food line. I was just in time to hear Eddie say, “No breakfast today. You’re coming with us.”
Trey started to protest and then saw Angeline and me. Jill suddenly appeared as well, having apparently lost Micah. A sad look crossed Trey’s features-almost defeated-and he gave a weary nod. “Let’s go outside.”
As soon as we’d cleared the door, Eddie grabbed hold of Trey and shoved him against the building. “Where’s Sonya Karp?” Eddie demanded. Trey looked understandably surprised. Eddie was lean and muscled, but most people underestimated just how strong he was.
“Eddie, back off!” I hissed, glancing around uneasily. I had the same urge, true, but our interrogation wouldn’t get very far if a teacher came by and thought we were roughing up another student.
Eddie released Trey and stepped back, but there was still a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Where’s the compound you’re holding her at?”
That seemed to wake Trey out of his sluggish state. “How do you know about that?”
“We’ll ask the questions,” said Eddie. He didn’t touch Trey again, but his proximity and posture left no question he would go to extremes if needed. “Is Sonya still alive?”
Trey hesitated, and I almost expected a denial of knowledge. “Y-yes. For now.”
Eddie snapped again. He grabbed the front of Trey’s shirt and jerked him close. “I swear, if you and your messed-up associates lay one hand on her-”
“Eddie,” I warned.
For a moment, Eddie didn’t move. Then, reluctantly, he released Trey’s shirt, but stayed where he’d been standing. “Trey,” I began, keeping the same reasonable tone I’d just used with Eddie-after all, Trey and I were friends, right? “You have to help us. Please help us find Sonya.”
He shook his head. “I can’t, Sydney. It’s for your own good. She’s evil. I don’t know what trick she’s played on you or how she’s got this illusion going on that hides her true identity, but you can’t trust her. She’ll turn on you. Let us-let us do what we need to.”
The words were all correct, right in line with the Warriors’ propaganda. But, there was something in the way Trey spoke, something about his posture… I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was that made me question him. People teased me about my inability to pick up on social cues, but I was almost certain he wasn’t entirely on board with whatever this group wanted him to do.
“This isn’t you, Trey,” I said. “I know you well enough to know. You wouldn’t kill an innocent woman.”
“She’s not innocent.” There it was again-that mix of emotions. Doubt. “She’s a monster. You know about them. You know what they can do. Not ones like her.” He nodded toward Jill. “But the others. The undead ones.”
“Does Sonya look undead?” asked Eddie. “You see any red eyes?”
“No,” Trey admitted. “But we have other reports. Witnesses who saw her in Kentucky. Reports of her victims.”
It was hard to keep a calm face through that. I’d actually seen Sonya when she was Strigoi. She’d been terrifying, and given half a chance, she would have killed my companions and me. It was hard to accept that when one turned into a Strigoi, they weren’t in control of their senses or soul. They lost touch with their humanity-or whatever Moroi had-and weren’t the same as they’d once been. Sonya had done terrible, terrible things, but she was no longer that creature.
“Sonya changed,” I said. “She’s not one of them anymore.”
Trey’s eyes narrowed. “That’s impossible. You’re being deceived. There’s some kind of… I don’t know… dark magic going on.”
“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” growled Eddie. “Call Dimitri. Between the two of us, we’ll get him to tell us where this compound’s at. I’ve broken into a prison. Getting into this place shouldn’t be that much harder.”
“Oh, you think so?” A humorless smile crossed Trey’s features. “That place is surrounded with an electric fence and packed with armed men. Plus, she’s heavily secured. You can’t just walk in there.”
“Why is she still alive?” asked Angeline. She seemed to realize how weird that sounded and was quick to elaborate. “That is… I mean, I’m glad she is. But if you think she’s so evil, why didn’t you finish her off?” She glanced at my friends and me. “Sorry.”
“It’s a good question,” Eddie told her.
Trey took a long time in answering. I had a feeling he was torn between keeping the group’s secrets and wanting to justify his actions to us. “Because we’re all being tested,” he said finally. “To see who’s worthy of performing the kill.”
“Oh my God,” said Jill.
“Hence all your bruises recently,” I said. My fears of domestic abuse weren’t far off, really. “You’re competing to kill a woman who’s done nothing to you.”
“Stop saying that!” Trey cried, truly looking distraught. “She’s not innocent.”
“But you’re not so sure,” I said. “Are you? Your eyes aren’t telling you what your hunter friends are.”
He evaded the accusation. “My family expects this of me. We all have to try-especially after we messed up the alley attack. We lost our authorization to kill her then, which is why the council ordered these trials to redeem ourselves and prove we were up to it.” Getting “authorization” to kill someone was sickening, but it was the rest of what he said that made me do a double take.
“You were there,” I said in disbelief. “In the alley, and-and it was you! You’re the one who grabbed me!” It came back to me now, my assailant’s surprise and hesitation.
Trey’s face confirmed as much. “I knew you were friends with them. I can tell by looking at all of you, although I didn’t figure you two out right away.” That was to Eddie and Angeline. Trey turned back to me. “I recognized your tattoo the first time we met. I just ignored it because I didn’t think you were involved in anything that I was. I thought you only hung out with harmless vampires, so I didn’t expect you to be there that night. I never wanted you to get hurt. I still don’t, which is why you need to let this go.”
“I’m tired of this,” said Eddie. It was a wonder he’d been patient this long. “We need to bust down the doors of that place and-”
“Wait, wait.” An idea was forming in my head-and it was another crazy one. “Trey, you said Eddie couldn’t just walk into that place. But could I?”
“What are you talking about?” asked Trey, a mix of suspicion and confusion on his face
“You know what I am. You know what I do.” Trey nodded. “Our two groups used to be united. Those guys who stopped me on the street even said they thought we should all be working together. The Warriors want Alchemist resources.”
“So, what… you want a trade?” asked Trey, frowning.
“No. I just want to talk to this council of yours. I want to explain why Sonya isn’t… er, why she doesn’t look the way she used to. There’s a Moroi who uses a certain kind of magic who could even show you-”