I looked away and blinked back tears. “Thanks,” I said. I should have been happy he was going to back off. Instead, there was an ache inside me, like he’d torn something open that I was trying to ignore and keep shut away. An ugly truth I didn’t want to admit to myself, which I knew was hypocritical for someone who claimed to deal in facts and data. And whether I wanted to agree with him or not, I knew without a doubt he was right about one thing: no one else would’ve told me what he just had.

“Why did you come by anyway?” he asked. “You sure you don’t want to make my awesome painting the new Alchemist logo?”

I couldn’t help a small laugh. I looked back up at him, willing to help him with the abrupt change in subject. “No. Something much more serious.”

He looked relieved at my smile and gave me one of his smirky ones in return. “Must be really serious.”

“That night at the compound. How did you know how to drive the Mustang?”

His smile vanished.

“Because you did,” I said. “You drove it without any hesitation. As good as I could have. I started to wonder if maybe someone else had been showing you how to do it. But even if you’d had lessons every day since you got the car, you couldn’t have driven like that. You shifted like you’ve been driving manual your whole life.”

Adrian turned abruptly away and walked to the opposite side of the living room. “Maybe I’m a natural,” he said, not looking at me.

It was funny how quickly the tables had turned. One minute he had me backed into a corner, forcing me to face issues I didn’t want. Now it was my turn. I followed him over to the window and made him meet my gaze.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” I pushed. “You’ve been driving one your whole life!”

“Not even Moroi give licenses to infants, Sage,” he said wryly.

“Don’t dodge this. You know what I mean. You’ve known how to drive stick for years.”

His silence answered for him, telling me I was right, even if his face was hard to read.

“Why?” I demanded. Now I was nearly pleading. Everyone said I was so exceptionally smart, I could string random things together and make remarkable conclusions. But this was beyond me, and I couldn’t handle something that made so little sense. “Why would you do that? Why would you act like you didn’t know how to drive?”

A million thoughts seemed to cross his mind, none of which he wanted to share. At last, he shook his head in exasperation. “Isn’t it obvious, Sage? No, of course it isn’t. I did it so I’d have a reason to be around you—one I knew you couldn’t refuse.”

I was more confused than ever. “But… why? Why would you want to do that?”

“Why?” he asked. “Because it was the closest I could get to doing this.”