If I’d wanted to shut them all up, I’d definitely succeeded. They all looked stunned.

Adrian spoke first. “I’m going to assume that means he’s flying you to Amsterdam on his private jet. If so, I’d like to come along. But not for the windmills.”

“There’s a huge windmill farm north of Palm Springs,” I explained. “It’s one of the only ones in the world that does public tours.”

More blank looks.

“Wind energy is a powerful renewable resource that could have a huge impact on our country’s future!” I said in exasperation. “This is a cool thing.”

“‘Cool,’” said Adrian. “‘Wind.’ I see what you did there, Sage. Pretty clever.”

“It wasn’t meant to be a—”

The sitting room’s stained glass French doors opened, and Dimitri and Sonya entered with our host Clarence in tow. I hadn’t seen him since I arrived and gave him a polite smile, glad for the distraction from my so-called love life.

“Hello, Mr. Donahue,” I said. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Eh?” The elderly Moroi man squinted in my direction, and after a few moments, recognition lit his features. He had white hair and always dressed as though he were at a formal dinner party from about fifty years ago. “There you are. Glad you could stop by, my dear. What brings you over?”

“Jill’s feeding, sir.” We did this two times every week, but Clarence’s mind wasn’t quite what it used to be. He’d been pretty scattered since we first met, but the death of his son, Lee, had seemed to push the old man even farther over the edge—particularly since he didn’t seem to believe it. We’d told him gently—a number of times—that Lee had died, leaving out the Strigoi part. Each time we did, Clarence insisted Lee was just “away right now” and would be back. Scattered or not, Clarence was always kind and relatively harmless—for a vampire, of course.

“Ah, yes, naturally.” He settled into his massive armchair and then glanced back toward Dimitri and Sonya. “So you’ll be able to fix the window locks?” There had apparently been some other discussion going on before they joined us.

Dimitri seemed to be trying to find a nice way to respond. He was as amazing to look at as ever, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, with a long leather duster over it all. How anyone could survive wearing a coat like that in Palm Springs was beyond me, but if anyone could, I supposed it was him. Usually he only wore it inside, but sometimes, I’d see it outside too. I’d mentioned this odd wardrobe choice to Adrian a couple of weeks ago: “Isn’t Dimitri hot?” Adrian’s response hadn’t been entirely unexpected: “Well, yeah, according to most women, at least.”

Dimitri’s face was the picture of politeness as he addressed Clarence’s concerns. “I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with the ones you have,” Dimitri said. “Everything is sealed up pretty tightly.”

“So it seems,” said Clarence ominously. “But you don’t know how resourceful they are. I’m not behind the times, you know. I know there are all sorts of technologies out there that you can put in. Like lasers that tell you if someone’s breaking in.”