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Chapter Six

In the days which followed, Zoe seemed to calm down. It seemed as though she had gotten over the shock and was now simply determined that her Dad was the better parent. I, of course, took little interest in the Sage sisters' drama, instead I focused on my duty, as I should.

A few days after the dinner at Clarence's, Jill asked me if I would join her and Adrian for dinner. (They did it once a week but Eddie was usually the Guardian who Jill took along).

"Of course, Your Highness," I said "What time should I meet you?"

"In about half an hour," she said with a smile. "And you know you can call me Jill."

I made no response but I met her half an hour later outside her dorm to meet Adrian. After a few moments, he pulled up in his bright yellow Mustang.

As Jill opened the door, she smiled at Adrian.

"Hi, Adrian," she said brightly, "Neil decided to come along with us tonight."

Well, I thought to myself, that's one way to put it.

"So I see." said Adrian is I got into the car. I nodded briefly at him in the rearview mirror. I didn't really think much of Adrian and I had the feeling that he felt the same way about me.

"Does Castile have a hot date?" Adrian asked Jill. Unless I was mistaken he sounded very huffy.

"No, but we just thought that it would be fun for Neil to get out."

"Plus," I added helpfully, "I have one more year of experience than Eddie. So really, I should be the one who always goes out in public with her highness."

I knew, as I said the words that I sounded a little ... I don't know ... as though I was putting Eddie down. Adrian's next words convinced me that he felt the same way.

"Castile's faced a few tough situations," he pointed out, "How many Strigoi and assassins have you run up against?"

I felt a little uncomfortable but I answered him as calmly as I could.

"I was once part of a large regiment of Guardians protecting a royal family when two strigoi decided to attack."

Adrian definitely sounded sarcastic when he responded.

"Two Strigoi against a whole group of Guardians, huh? Wow, that's pretty hardcore."

Yes, he was definitely laying on the sarcasm.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jill shoot Adrian an angry look.

"Neil's done and seen a lot of things," she told him sternly, "His training is excellent." I felt a small amount of gratitude towards the young princess. She was so nice and always seemed to be there to defend me.

Adrian didn't say anything else to me after that. Instead, he focused his attention on finding a place to park. As he drove in front of a Greek restaurant, a space opened up and Adrian took it immediately.

"Adrian Ivashkov wins again!" he said triumphantly. I rolled my eyes when no one was looking.

There wasn't a long wait in the restaurant and as the hostess led us to our table we passed the dessert case. Jill studied it as we passed and commented innocently.

"Fresh baklava," she noted as she studied the pastries.

"Looks that way," said Adrian. His tone was just as innocent as Jill's but there was a slight smile playing around his lips. "Maybe we can get some to go."

As we sat at our table, Adrian passed on some Greek drink and asked Jill about her swimming team. Meanwhile I focused on my meal and didn't pay attention to the conversation.

I was drawn back into it however when Jill turned to me with happiness in her pretty green eyes.

"Neil's on the wrestling team," she told Adrian, "He's really amazing. The best one. He wins all his matches."

Adrian leaned back in his seat with an expression which said that he was going to try to irritate me again.

"Well," he said, "Of course he does. Any dhampir's going to dominate over a human, it's nature."

I chewed my souvlaki for a moment before I answered him.

"I suppose so." I said. It was true, of course, that we dhampirs would be stronger than humans.

"It hardly seems fair," he continued. There was a gleam of mischief in his eyes now, a look which I really didn't like. "I mean, they make adjustments for weight class but there's no regulating something like that. You're playing with people who can in no way keep up with you."

Jill, again coming to my defense, shot Adrian a warning look. "Well there's nothing he can do." she said angrily, "Seeing as Amberwood doesn't sort by human and dhampir teams."

Again, I felt gratitude but Adrian's next words raised my temper.

"You could always throw the matches," he suggested innocently. Now I was really annoyed. There was no way I could throw a match!

"Throw a match!" I exclaimed, "I couldn't do that. It would go against my personal code of ethics!"

Adrian's face grew perplexed, "Where does taking out people who can in no way keep up with you fit into your ethics?" he wanted to one, "If you ask me, that's the real molal transgression.

I tried to stay calm. He was baiting me and I knew it.

He continued on anyway, obviously not concerned about my rising temper.

"But I mean, it's your life. I don't judge and honestly," he laughed mockingly, "I tend to air a little too much on the side of morality. It's one of my few flaws."

Ok, even I knew he wasn't serious now.

I narrowed my eyes at Adrian.

"I somehow must have missed that." I said, "Tell me more about your views on morality."

As I had thought, Adrian waved me off. "Nah, we don't have that kind of time." he said airily, "But you know who you should talk it over with? Castile:. There's a guy who understands the right thing to do. He faked spraining his ankle for most of the basketball season so he wouldn't have to deal with the uh ethics of competing with humans. Now there's someone who really walks the line."

Adrian's words made my mind cloud slightly with anger.

"Lying isn't exactly honourable either!" I said furiously.

"Not," he admitted "But humility is." He dreamed dreamily, "He'd rather face the humiliation of being out of the game than reap glory he doesn't deserve."

T. Was. X. I was so furious I wanted to punch someone. Thankfully, Jill interupted before I could do something that I would regret.

"Neil," she said quickly, "Will you go up to the counter and order me some baklava to go? Walnut ... and pastashio."

I nodded, like always, and went to get the pastries.

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