it."
She smiled. "Yeah, you do. But you also say the right things to people when you have to. Telling the Belikovs what you did... well, that was hard.
And no matter what you say, you can be polite and go out of your way to make people feel good. Most of the time."
I was a bit startled. Was that how I appeared? I often thought of myself as a trigger-happy queen bitch and tried to think about my behavior with her these last few days. I had sparred with her a lot, but among the others we'd met, I supposed I had been friendly.
"Well, thanks," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"Did you see Abe yet? When you walked around town?"
"No," I said, realizing I'd forgotten about my mysterious rescuer. "Should I have?"
"I just figured he'd find you."
"Who is he? Why did he come get us when you told him I was hurt?"
Sydney hesitated, and I thought I was going to get some more of the Alchemist silent treatment. Then, after glancing around uneasily, she said in a low voice, "Abe's not royal, but he's a really important guy. He's not Russian either, but he's in the country a lot, always on business-both illegal and legal, I think. He's friends with all the important Moroi, and half the time, it seems like he controls the Alchemists, too. I know he's involved in the process of making our tattoos... but his business goes far beyond that. We have a name for him behind his back... Zmey."
"Zma what?" I had barely heard the word. It sounded like zz-may. It was certainly nothing I'd ever heard before.
She gave a small smile at my confusion. "Zmey is Russian for 'snake.' But not just any snake." Her eyes narrowed as she pondered a better explanation. "It's a term used in lots of myths. Sometimes for giant snakes heroes have to battle. There are also a few stories about wizards with snake blood who get called that. The snake in the Garden of Eden? Who made Eve fall? He was called a zmey too."
I shivered. Okay, that was pretty freaky, but it made something click into place. The Alchemists allegedly had ties to leaders and authorities, and Abe apparently wielded a lot of influence with them. "Is Abe the one who wanted you to come with me to Baia? The reason the Alchemists made you come here?"
Again, she paused, then nodded. "Yeah... when I called that night in Saint Petersburg, I was told there was a search going on for you. Abe gave orders through the Alchemists for me to stay with you until he could meet up with us here. He's apparently been searching for you on someone's behalf."
I went cold. My fears were being realized. People had been looking for me. But who? If Lissa had initiated a manhunt, I would have sensed it when I visited her mind. I didn't think it was Adrian either, not from the way he seemed so desperate and clueless about my whereabouts. Plus, he seemed to accept my need for this quest.
So who was looking for me? And for what reason? This Abe sounded like a high-ranking person-albeit someone involved in shady business someone who might very well be connected to the queen or others almost as important. Had he been ordered to find me and bring me back? Or considering how much the queen hated me-had he perhaps been ordered to make sure I didn't come back? Was I dealing with an assassin?
Sydney certainly seemed to regard him with a weird mix of fear and respect.
"Maybe I don't want to meet him," I said.
"I don't think he'll hurt you. I mean, if he wanted to, he already would have. But be careful. He's always playing several games at once, and he deals in enough secrets to rival the Alchemists."
"So you don't trust him?"
She gave me a rueful grin as she turned to walk away. "You forget: I don't trust any of you."
When she was gone, I decided to go outside, away from the sorrow and business indoors. I sat down on the top step of the backyard porch, watching Paul play. He was building a fort for some of his action figures. While sensitive to the grief in his family, it was hard for him to be too affected by the "death" of an uncle he'd only met a couple of times. The news didn't mean as much to him as it did to the rest