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Richelle Mead - The Fiery Heart

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In The Indigo Spell, Sydney was torn between the Alchemist way of life and what her heart and gut were telling her to do. And in one breathtaking moment that Richelle Mead fans will never forget, she made a decision that shocked even her. . . . But the struggle isnt over for Sydney. As she navigates the aftermath of her life-changing decision, she still finds herself pulled in too many directions at once. Her sister Zoe has arrived, and while Sydney longs to grow closer to her, theres still so much she must keep secret. Working with Marcus has changed the way she views the Alchemists, and Sydney must tread a careful path as she harnesses her profound magical ability to undermine the way of life she was raised to defend. Consumed by passion and vengeance, Sydney struggles to keep her secret life under wraps as the threat of exposureand re-educationlooms larger than ever.

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The Fiery Heart

Bloodlines - 4

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Richelle Mead

For Nicole and Alexis CHAPTER 1 ADRIAN I WONT LIE Walking into a room - photo 1

For Nicole and Alexis.

CHAPTER 1

ADRIAN

I WONT LIE. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop.

Im no expert, I began, choosing my words carefully. Wellactually, I am. And Im pretty sure there are certain things we have to do before you need to be reading that.

Sydney Sage, the aforementioned girlfriend and light of my life, didnt even look up, though a hint of a smile played at her lips. Its for the initiation, she said matter-of-factly, as though she were talking about getting her nails done or picking up groceries instead of joining a coven of witches. I have to have a magical name they use during their gatherings.

Right. Magical name, initiation. Just another day in the life, huh? Not that I was one to talk, seeing as I was a vampire with the fantastic yet complicated abilities to heal and compel people.

This time, I got a full smile, and she lifted her gaze. Afternoon sunlight filtering through my bedroom window caught her eyes and brought out the amber glints within them. They widened in surprise when she noticed the three stacked boxes I was carrying. What are those?

A revolution in music, I declared, reverently setting them on the floor. I opened the top one and unveiled a record player. I saw a sign that some guy was selling them on campus. I opened a box full of records and lifted out Rumours by Fleetwood Mac. Now I can listen to music in its purest form.

She didnt look impressed; surprising for someone who thought my 1967 Mustangwhich shed named the Ivashkinatorwas some sort of holy shrine. Im pretty sure digital music is as pure as it gets. That was a waste of money, Adrian. I can fit all the songs in those boxes on my phone.

Can you fit the other six boxes that are in my car on your phone?

She blinked in astonishment and then turned wary. Adrian, how much did you pay for all that?

I waved off the question. Hey, I can still make the car payment. Barely. I at least didnt have to pay rent, since the place was prepaid, but I had plenty of other bills. Besides, Ive got a bigger budget for this kind of stuff now that someone made me quit smoking and cut back on happy hour.

More like happy day, she said archly. Im looking out for your health.

I sat down beside her on the bed. Just like Im looking out for you and your caffeine addiction. It was a deal wed made, forming our own sort of support group. Id quit smoking and cut back to one drink a day. Shed ousted her obsessive dieting for a healthy number of calories and was down to only one cup of coffee a day. Surprisingly, shed had a harder time with that than Id had with alcohol. In those first few days, I thought Id have to check her into caffeine rehab.

It wasnt an addiction, she grumbled, still bitter. More of a . . . lifestyle choice.

I laughed and drew her face to mine in a kiss, and just like that, the rest of the world vanished. There were no name books, no records, no habits. There was just her and the feel of her lips, the exquisite way they managed to be soft and fierce at the same time. The rest of the world thought she was stiff and cold. Only I knew the truth about the passion and hunger that was locked up within herwell, me and Jill, the girl who could see inside my mind because of a psychic bond we shared.

As I laid Sydney back on the bed, I had that faint, fleeting thought I always had, of how taboo what we were doing was. Humans and Moroi vampires had stopped intermingling when my race hid from the world in the Dark Ages. Wed done it for safety, deciding it was best if humans didnt know of our existence. Now, my people and hers (the ones who knew about Moroi) considered relationships like this wrong and, among some circles, dark and twisted. But I didnt care. I didnt care about anything except her and the way touching her drove me wild, even as her calm and steady presence soothed the storms that raged within me.

That didnt mean we flaunted this, though. In fact, our romance was a tightly guarded secret, one that required a lot of sneaking around and carefully calculated planning. Even now, the clock was ticking. This was our weekday pattern. She had an independent study for her last period of the day at school, one managed by a lenient teacher who let her take off early and race over here. Wed get one precious hour of making out or talkingusually making out, made more frantic by the pressure bearing down on usand then she was back to her private school, just as her clingy and vampire-hating sister Zoe got out of class.

Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether Id get past the bra this time. So far, I hadnt.

She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill.

She collected her brown blouse and buttoned it up, hiding the brightness of turquoise lace with the conservative attire she liked to armor herself in. Shed done an overhaul of her bras in the last month, and though I was always sad to see them disappear, it made me happy to know they were there, those secret spots of color in her life.

As she walked over to the mirror at my dresser, I summoned some of the spirit magic within me to get a glimpse of her aura, the energy that surrounded all living things. The magic brought a brief surge of pleasure inside me, and then I saw it, that shining light around her. It was its typical self, a scholars yellow balanced with the richer purple of passion and spirituality. A blink of the eye, and her aura faded away, as did the deadly exhilaration of spirit.

She finished smoothing her hair and looked down. Whats this?

Hmm? I came to stand behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. Then, I saw what shed picked up and stiffened: sparkling cuff links set with rubies and diamonds. And just like that, the warmth and joy Id just felt were replaced by a cold but familiar darkness. They were a birthday present from Aunt Tatiana a few years ago.

Sydney held one up and studied it with an expert eye. She grinned. Youve got a fortune here. This is platinum. Sell these and youd have allowance for life. And all the records you want.

Id sleep in a cardboard box before I sold those.

She noticed the change in me and turned around, her expression filled with concern. Hey, I was just joking. Her hand gently touched my face. Its okay. Everythings okay.

But it wasnt okay. The world was suddenly a cruel, hopeless place, empty with the loss of my aunt, queen of the Moroi and the only relative who hadnt judged me. I felt a lump in my throat, and the walls seemed to close in on me as I remembered the way shed been stabbed to death and how theyd paraded those bloody pictures around when trying to find her killer. It didnt matter that the killer was locked away and slated for execution. It wouldnt bring Aunt Tatiana back. She was gone, off to places I couldnt followat least not yetand I was here, alone and insignificant and floundering. . . .

Adrian.

Sydneys voice was calm but firm, and slowly, I dredged myself out of the despair that could come on so quickly and heavily, a darkness that had increased over the years the more I used spirit. It was the price for that kind of power, and these sudden shifts had become more and more frequent recently. I focused on her eyes, and the light returned to the world. I still ached for my aunt, but Sydney was here, my hope and my anchor. I wasnt alone. I wasnt misunderstood. Swallowing, I nodded and gave her a weak smile as spirits dark hand released its hold on me. For now.

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