Thanks so much for the masses of reviews I've got since the last chapter. I've been fascinated by your theories and glad to see I wasn't the only one who thinks Lissa's half sibling is going to be Jill in Last Sacrifice. I'm both amused and sorry that I left it on a cliffie as I hate them too. It was just too good an opportunity! As always please review and enjoy!

"But that's not possible. I know this girl. Her name's ..."

Looking up at me from the picture was Jill Mastrano. Jailbait.

This was the girl who had been learning how to fight under Christian and over the last couple of months had really become part of our group. I had no idea how this could be right I mean I'd met Jill's parents... Wait a sec. No I hadn't I'd only met her mother.

Trying to make sense of this unexpected development I stare at the photo now trying to pick up similarities between it and Lissa. If I didn't suspect anything I'd never see them but when you got over their radically different hair you begin seeing the subtle similarities. They have the same lips and nose but the most obvious one was the eyes. Jill, a completely unroyal Moroi, had the jade green eyes never found outside the royal families. These eyes were even more common to the Dragomir family.

I look up at Sydney and start again. "This is Jill Mastrano. She's a junior at my school. She's Lissa's half-sister?" I asked again needing to make sure that what was right in front of me was real.

"Yes." Sydney said, "Her mother used to be a dancer in Vegas and her and Eric seemed to have got together there. Now the question is do you want to clear your own name or help us find Jill and tell her about her father. If you know her like you say you do then it would be better coming from you then us."

"Okay we already went over why the alchemists were looking into this but having Lissa on the council now isn't going to be able to change the age decree." I say. I'm definitely going to go with Sydney to find Jill. Getting Lissa on the council is more important than clearing my name.

"On the contrary. Now that the new queen has been sworn in putting Lissa on the council could be enough cause for a revote. This time in a more favourable direction." Sydney says.

"Okay then, do you know where Jill is? We need to tell her about all this." I say finally realising how much this could affect the Moroi world.

"That's we were hoping you could help us with. When our records were stolen on Jill and her mother they also deleted the records on the computer this time. We had backups but not recent ones so we lost the address. There are people trying to find it but when you called me the other day I thought it was perfect to just get you to take us to her." Sydney said raising her eyebrows expectantly.

"And why would you think I know where she is? I mean I know what city she's in but that's it." I say suddenly irritated that I didn't ask for more contact details of my friends when I'd finally graduated. It was finally hitting me that most of the people I'd known my whole life, as most of that life had been lived at the academy, I would never see them again. Even people like Jill who I'd only met in my last year I was going to miss.

I shake my weird, reflective mood off and return my attention to Sydney who has been talking for awhile without me registering a word.

"... which city she's in is a good lead and we can work from that. I'm sure it will only be a matter of days now before someone can tell us where to find her. Until then I think we should set off for her city anyway. Which city did you say she was in again?" Sydney says being the efficient girl I remembered from Russia. Seriously though this woman is always prepared, she should've been a boy scout, they would worship her.

"I didn't say but if I recall correctly she should be in Detroit." I say before realising exactly how big Detroit is. This would be exactly like me lurking around Russia looking for Strigoi all over again. Sigh.

Sydney makes a move for the door out of the bathroom before I quickly block her path.

"What are you doing?" I ask honestly wondering what she was on.

"I'm going back out of the bathroom to tell everyone about the change of plans." She says missing my sceptical tone completely.

"And why would you do that? What excuse are you going to give them?" If she believed they were just going to let me go with her without asking questions she was further gone than I suspected. "They're not going to just let us go without either forcing themselves along to or attempting to follow us covertly. Neither of which is going to be pretty with Adrian's super compulsion and Christians the-opposite-of-super compulsion." I add blocking her way again as she tries to step around me.

"What's wrong with them coming?" She says with genuine sincerity. "And why can't we just tell them the truth? I mean I don't lie?" She adds touching the cross necklace she always wears.

"Okay firstly the reason they can't come links in with why we can't tell them the truth so I'm going to move straight to that." I take a breath before launching into the whole story about how being imprisoned and then sprung hasn't given me a lot of time to explain things to Lissa, how I think she should know before we make it common knowledge and how in her letter to me the queen asked me to tell as few people as possible until necessary. "It's not necessary yet and even though I didn't like or trust her proven in the manuscript from that council meeting I called her a sanctimonious bitch, I believe she actually had a point in telling me to keep it to myself." I finish.

"Well then what are we going to say to them?" She asks annoyed and despondent.

"Well you don't want to lie right?" She gives me a brisk nod. "Then we can't leave that way." I say gesturing to the door I'm still blocking.

"How would you prefer? Teleportation?" She says with sarcasm to rival my own. "Seriously, how are we getting out?"

I grab her shoulders and turn her around to face the small window behind her.

" Now's when you can be glad you never finished that focaccia." I say falsely chipper.

It was a really tiny window. Boy I love being me.