“Unacceptable,” said Dimitri. He used to be a combat instructor, and I could understand why. “She’s here on a mission. What she did was reckless and irresponsible.”

Sonya gave him a sly smile. “And here I thought you had a soft spot for reckless young girls.”

“Rose never would have done anything like that,” he countered. He paused to reconsider, and I could’ve sworn there was the hint of a smile there. “Well, at least not in such a public setting.”

Once the Angeline topic was put to rest, I brought up the reason I’d come here. “So… no experiments today?”

Even Sonya’s good nature faltered. “Ah. No, not exactly. We’ve gone over some notes on our own, but Adrian hasn’t been… he hasn’t been quite up to the research this week. Or up to going to class.”

Dimitri nodded. “I was over there earlier. He could barely answer the door. No idea what he’d been drinking, but whatever it was, he’d had a lot.” Considering their rocky relationship, I would’ve expected disdain in discussing Adrian’s vices. Instead, Dimitri sounded disappointed, as though he’d expected better.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said. I’d eaten little of my dinner and was nervously tearing a roll into pieces. “Adrian’s current mood isn’t entirely his fault. I mean, it is, but I can kind of understand it. You know we saw his dad this weekend, right? Well… it didn’t go well.”

There was a knowing glint in Dimitri’s dark eyes. “I’m not surprised. Nathan Ivashkov isn’t the easiest man to get along with.”

“He sort of tore down everything Adrian’s been trying to do. I tried to make a case for Adrian, but Mr. Ivashkov wouldn’t listen. That’s why I was wondering if you guys could help.”

Sonya couldn’t hide her surprise. “I’d gladly help Adrian, but something tells me Nathan’s not going to really put much stock in what we have to say.”

“That’s not what I was thinking.” I gave up on the bread and dropped all the pieces to my plate. “You guys are both close to the queen. Maybe you could get her to tell Adrian’s dad how… I don’t know. What an asset he’s been. How much he’s been helping. Obviously, she couldn’t explain exactly what he’s doing, but anything might help. Mr. Ivashkov won’t listen to Adrian or anyone else, but he’d have to take a commendation from the queen seriously. If she’d do it.”

Dimitri looked thoughtful. “Oh, she’d do it. She’s always had a soft spot for him. Everyone seems to.”

“No,” I said stubbornly. “Not everyone. There’s a split. Half condemn him and write him off as useless like his dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say, ‘Well, that’s Adrian.’”

Sonya studied me carefully, a trace of that amusement returning. “And you?”

“I don’t think he should be babied or disregarded. If you expect him to do great things, he will.”

Sonya said nothing right away, and I shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny. I didn’t like when she looked at me like this. It was about more than auras. It was like she could see into my heart and soul.