"We're outsiders,' I reminded her. "Tainted.'
"No. You're renegade Strigoi - and queen-killers. It might have all been southern charm and hospitality back there, but those people can be savage. They put a big premium on being able to beat people up. And, considering how scruffy most of them are, you guys are ... well ... let's just say you two are the hottest things to walk through there in a while.'
"You're not hot?' I asked.
"It's irrelevant,' she said, flustered by the comment. "Alchemists aren't even on their radar. We don't fight. They think we're weak.'
I thought back to the enraptured faces and had to admit that a lot of the people there did have a weathered, worn-out look. Almost. "Raymond's family was pretty good- looking,' I pointed out. I heard a grunt from Dimitri who no doubt read this as evidence of me flirting with Joshua.
"Yeah,' she said. "Because they're probably the most important family in town. They eat better, probably don't have to work in the sun as much. That kind of stuff makes a difference.'
There was no more talk of flirting as we continued the drive. We made good time to Rubysville, which looked eerily similar to the first town we'd stayed in. When we stopped at what appeared to be the Rubysville's only gas station, Sydney ran inside to ask a few questions. She came back, reporting that there was indeed a cafe of sorts where she could plug in her laptop and try to look up what we needed.
She ordered coffee, and we sat there with her, too full from breakfast to order anything substantial. After a couple dirty looks from a waitress who seemed to regard us as loiterers, Dimitri and I decided to take a walk around town. Sydney looked almost as pleased as the waitress about this. I don't think she liked having us hover around.
I'd given Sydney a hard time about West Virginia, but I had to admit the scenery was beautiful. Soaring trees, full of summer leaves, surrounded the town like an embrace. Beyond them, mountains loomed, very different from the ones I'd grown up with near St. Vladimir's. These were rolling and green, covered in more trees. Most of the mountains surrounding St. Vladimir's had been stony and jagged, often with snowy peaks. A strange sense of nostalgia came over me, thinking back to Montana. There was a good possibility I'd never see it again. If I spent the rest of my life on the run, St. Vladimir's was the last place I could go. If I was caught, well ... then I'd definitely never get to see Montana again.
"Or any place,'I murmured, speaking out loud before I could catch myself.
"Hmm?' asked Dimitri.
"I was just thinking about if the guardians find us. I never realized how much there was I wanted to do and see. Suddenly, that's all at stake, you know?' We moved off to the side of the road as an orange pickup came driving by. Children out of school for the summer screeched and laughed in the back of it. "Okay, suppose my name isn't cleared and we never find the real murderer. What's the next-best-case scenario? Me: always running, always hiding. That'll be my life. For all I know, I will have to go live with the Keepers.'
"I don't think it'll come to that,' said Dimitri. "Abe and Sydney would help you find some place safe.'
"Is there a safe place? For real? Adrian said the guardians are increasing their efforts to find us. They've got the Alchemists and probably human authorities looking for us too. No matter where we go, we'll run the risk of being spotted. Then we'll have to move on. It'll be like that forever.'
"You'll be alive,' he pointed out. "That's what matters. Enjoy what you have, every little detail of wherever you are. Don't focus on where you aren't.'
"Yeah,' I admitted, trying to follow his advice. The sky seemed a little bluer, the birds a little louder. "I suppose I shouldn't whine over the dream places I won't get to see. I should be grateful I get to see anything at all. And that I'm not living in a cave.'
He glanced over at me and smiled, something unreadable in his eyes. "Where do you want to go?'
"What, right now?' I glanced around, sizing up our options. There was a bait and tackle store, a drugstore, and an ice cream parlor. I had a feeling that last one would be a necessary trip before leaving town.
"No, in the world.'
I eyed him warily. "Sydney's going to be pissed if we take off for Istanbul or something.'
This got me full-fledged laughter. "Not what I had in mind. Come on.'
I followed him toward what looked like the bait and tackle store and then noticed a small building tucked behind it. Naturally, his sharp eyes had seen what I missed-- probably because I'd been fixated on the ice cream. RUBYSVILLE PUBLIC LIBRARY.
"Whoa, hey,' I said. "One of the few perks of graduating was avoiding places like this.'
"Its probably air conditioned,' he pointed out.
I looked down at my sweat-soaked tank top and noticed a faint pink tinge to my skin. With my tanned complexion, I rarely burned, but this was some serious sun--even so late in the day. "Lead on,' I told him.
The library was mercifully cool, though even smaller than the one at St. Vladimir's. With some uncanny sense (or maybe just a knowledge of the Dewey Decimal System), Dimitri led us over to the travel section--which consisted of about ten books, three of which were about West Virginia. He frowned.
"Not quite what I expected.' He scanned the shelf twice and then pulled out a large, bright-colored one entitled 100 Best Places to Visit in the World.
We sat down cross-legged on the floor, and he handed me the book. "No way, comrade,' I said. "I know books are a journey of the imagination, but I don't think I'm up for that today.'
"Just take it,' he said. "Close your eyes, and flip randomly to a page.'
It seemed silly, considering everything else going on in our life, but his face said he was serious. Indulging him, I closed my eyes and selected a page in the middle. I opened to it.