“Thanks again,” Sonya told me. “I know how busy you must be.”

“It’s no problem. It’s the weekend, and anyway this is what I’m here for—to help you guys.”

She laughed softly to herself. Her recovery in the last couple of days had been remarkable, and she now looked as pretty and bright as usual. She wore her auburn hair down today, letting it fall in fiery waves around the delicate lines of her face. “True, but it seems like you keep having to go above and beyond your job description.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” I said earnestly. I’d grown close to Sonya and was sad to see her go. “Back in that arena… well, it was kind of terrifying.”

Some of her amusement faded. “It was. I was out of it most of the time and not really able to process what was going on around me. But I do remember your words. You were pretty amazing, not to mention brave, to face down that crowd and defend me. I know how hard it must have been to be in opposition with your own kind.”

“Those people are not my kind,” I said adamantly. Some part of me wondered exactly who my kind were. “What’s going to happen to your research now?”

“Oh, it’ll continue back East. Dimitri will be returning soon too, and there are other researchers who can help us at Court. Having an objective spirit user like Adrian was extremely useful, and we’ve got plenty of data to keep us busy now, thanks to the blood samples and aura observations. We’ll let Adrian continue with his art and get in touch later if we need him again.”

I still couldn’t shake the guilt over how my refusal to give more blood had indirectly resulted in Sonya’s kidnapping. “Sonya, about my blood—”

“Don’t worry about it,” she interrupted. “You were right about me being pushy and also that we need to focus on Dimitri first. Besides, we might be making some headway with getting Alchemist help.”

“Really?” Stanton had seemed pretty against it when we spoke. “They said yes?”

“No, but they said they’d get back to us.”

I laughed. “With them, that’s a pretty positive answer.”

I fell silent for a moment, wondering if this meant everyone would forget about my blood. Between the Warriors and the potential of Alchemist aid, surely my blood was no longer important. After all, initial study had found nothing special. No one had any reason to worry about my blood anymore. Except, the thing was… I was kind of worried. Because no matter how much I dreaded being experimented on, that nagging question wouldn’t leave me alone: Why hadn’t the Strigoi been able to drink my blood?

Sonya’s earlier mention of auras reminded me of another burning question. “Sonya, what does purple mean in someone’s aura? Adrian says he saw it in mine but won’t tell me what it is.”

“Typical,” she said with a chuckle. “Purple… well, let’s see. From what I’ve observed, it’s a complex color. It’s a spiritual but passionate color, tied to those who love deeply and also seek a higher calling. It’s interesting in that it has such depth. White and true gold tend to be the colors associated with higher powers and metaphysics, just as red and orange are linked to love and baser instincts. Purple kind of has the best of all of those. I wish I could explain it more clearly.”