"Mikhail? Where have you been?'
We turned and saw Abe standing before us.
"Well, speak of the devil,' I said. "Exactly what we need.'
Abe peered at me and frowned. Charms could be seen through when others knew one was being used. Charms were also less effective if others knew the wearer well. It was how Victor had recognized me in Tarasov. Sonya's was too strong for Abe to fully break through, but he could tell something wasn't right.
"What's going on?' he demanded.
"The usual, old man,' I replied cheerily. "Danger, insane plans ... you know, the stuff that runs in our family.'
He squinted his eyes again, still unable to fully see through the charm. I was probably blurry. "Rose? Is that you? Where have you been?'
"We need the room's attention,' I said. I wondered if this was what it felt like when parents busted their kids for breaking curfew. He looked very disapproving. "We've got a way to settle this whole argument.'
"Well,' observed Adrian dryly, "we've at least got a way to start another one.'
"I trusted you at my hearing,' I told Abe. "Can't you trust me now?'
Abe's expression turned wry. "You apparently didn't trust me enough to stay put in West Virginia.'
"Technicalities,' I said. "Please. We need this.'
"And we're short on time,' added Dimitri. Abe studied him too. "Let me guess. Belikov?' There was uncertainty in my father's voice--Adrian was doing a good job in keeping the illusion over Dimitri--but Abe was clever enough to deduce who would be with me.
"Dad, we have to hurry. We've got the killer--and we've got Lissa's ...' How did I explain it? "A chance to change Lissa's life.'
Not much startled Abe, but I think my earnest use of "Dad' did. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on someone, and he gave a small jerk of his head. Several seconds later, my mother squeezed her way through to us. Great. He called; she came. They were awfully chummy lately. I hoped Lissa remained the only one with a surprise sibling.
"Who are these people?' my mother asked.
"Guess,' replied Abe flatly. "Who would be foolish enough to break into Court after escaping it?'
My mom's eyes widened. "How--'
"No time,' Abe said. The sharp look he got in return said she didn't like being interrupted. Maybe no siblings after all. "I have a feeling half the guardians in this room are going to be all over us soon. Are you ready for that?'
My poor, law-abiding mother looked pained, realizing what was being asked of her. "Yes.'
"Me too,' added Mikhail.
Abe studied us all. "I guess there are worse odds.'
He headed up to where Nathan Ivashkov was leaning against his podium. He looked weary and defeated--and utterly at a loss on what to do with the mess before him. At our approach, the monarch candidates glanced over curiously, and I sensed a sudden jolt of surprise through the bond. Lissa could see right through the spirit charms. I felt her breath catch at the sight of us. Fear, shock, and relief played through her. And confusion, of course. She was so glad to see us that she forgot all about the elections and started to stand at our approach. I gave her a quick shake of my head, urging her to keep our cover, and after a moment's hesitation, she sat back down. She was worried and puzzled--but trusted me.
Nathan came to life when he saw us, particularly when Abe simply shoved him out of the way and grabbed the microphone. "Hey, what are you--'
I expected Abe to yell for everyone to shut up or something like that. Of course, Nathan had been trying that for a while with no results. So, I was quite shocked--as was everyone else--when Abe put fingers to his lips and let out the most ear-piercing whistle I had ever heard. A whistle like that through a microphone? Yeah. It hurt my ears. It had to be worse for the Moroi, and the screeching feedback in the speakers didn't help.
The room quieted enough for him to be heard. "Now that you have the sense to keep your mouths shut,' said Abe, "we have ... some things to say.' He was using his confident, I-control-the-world voice, but I knew he was taking a lot on faith here. "Act fast,' he muttered, extending the microphone out to us.
I took it and cleared my throat. "We're here to, uh, settle this debate once and for all.' That brought grumbles, and I hurried on loudly before the room erupted again. "The laws can stay the way they are. Vasilisa Dragomir is entitled to her Council vote--and eligible to be a full candidate for the throne. There's another member in her family. She isn't the only Dragomir left.'
Murmurs and whispers broke out, though it was nothing like the roar earlier--most likely because the Moroi loved intrigue, and they had to know how this would play out. In my periphery, I could see guardians forming a very loose perimeter around us. Their concern was security, not scandal.
I beckoned Jill forward. For a moment, she froze; then I wondered if she recalled Adrian's words in the car. She stepped beside me, so pale that I worried she might pass out. I almost felt like I could too. The tension and pressure were overwhelming. No. I'd come too far.
"This is Jillian Mastrano Dragomir. She's Eric Dragomir's illegitimate daughter--but she is his daughter and officially part of the bloodline.' I hated usingillegitimate, but in this case, it was a necessary fact.
In the heartbeat of silence that followed, Jill hastily leaned toward me and the microphone. "I am a Dragomir,' she said clearly, despite her trembling hands. "Our family has its quorum, and my s-sister has all her rights.'
I could see another explosion building, and Abe jumped in between Jill and me, grabbing the microphone. "For those who don't believe this, a DNA test will clear up any doubts about her lineage.' I had to admire Abe's audacity. He had only learned this information sixty seconds ago and was already advocating it with certainty, as though he himself had performed the necessary tests back in his home genetics lab. More faith--and an advantage he couldn't pass up. My old man loved secrets.