Rhea couldn't believe she'd almost been reconsidering her first impression of Eric. "Oh, of course. Feeders aren't people to you, right? Not worthy of your notice unless they're part of your royal world?"

"No! I just think you're encouraging him to...I don't know. The way he looked at you. He doesn't seem...safe."

"He's fine," she argued. "He's a feeder. He's not going anywhere."

"I still don't think it's a good idea," Eric grumbled.

"Yeah? Well, I don't think you have any right to tell me what to do!" she exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down. "You don't even know me. And you made your feelings about me clear earlier."

A sudden panicked look crossed his face. A moment later, he smoothed his features back to pseudocalmness. "What are you talking about?"

"Back on the yacht. It's obvious you don't think I have any right being with Stephen since my bloodline's not as pure."

"I-what?" Eric looked truly startled. "No! No, that's not it at all. I didn't even know about that when we met."

"Sure," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Then why were you so surprised about our engagement?"

"Because...I mean, because you're so different. You saw him out there in the pool. You just don't seem like that type."

"What type? The fun type? Are you saying I'm boring?"

"No!" Eric wore the desperate look of someone trying to dig himself out of a hole, only to see the sides cave in. "You're so quiet and...serious. He's not."

"He has his moments. And I was out having fun too, you know. I had a drink. I danced." Her words came out in more of a defensive tone than she intended, probably because Stephen was also always telling her she didn't live it up enough. She really had been out there in the thick of the party, trying to share in his wild side just as he sometimes attempted her more decorous behavior. Stephen certainly excelled at making a spectacle of himself, but he did have a quieter side. "Just because I didn't make an idiot of myself doesn't mean I'm some kind of recluse."

"That's not what I-d.a.m.n it!" Eric took a step toward her, frustration all over him. He raked a hand through his platinum hair. "This wasn't how I wanted this to be at all."

Her fury dimmed for a moment, turning to confusion. "What was it you wanted?"

"I-nothing, nothing. Forget it. Just be careful with Dennis. Go use a different feeder next time."

"Thanks for the advice I didn't ask for."

He sighed and seemed to be working hard to control his temper. "I'm just looking out for you, that's all."

His eyes suddenly lifted to something beyond her. Turning around, Rhea saw the brown-haired girl he'd been with earlier standing farther down the hall, watching them. Like Eric, she was dripping water everywhere. Her expression was hard to identify exactly, but Rhea felt pretty confident it wasn't happy.

"Hi, Emma," he said, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but in that hall right now.

"Hey," Emma replied stiffly. "I tried to find you, and someone said they saw you down here. Weren't you going to change clothes?"

"Yeah...I just ran into Rhea, and we started talking about Stephen's amazing dive."

Rhea arched an eyebrow and toyed with the idea of contradicting him. But the more she studied Emma, the more Rhea could now see that the other girl's expression was obvious jealousy. It was nothing Rhea wanted to get involved in, so she allowed him his lie.

Eric put on a big smile, catching Rhea by surprise. In their brief acquaintance, his few smiles had always been small or melancholy. But this...this smile went a long way to win Emma over, and even Rhea felt her breath catch a little.

"See you around," he told Rhea breezily. He walked past her and put an arm around Emma, leaning his face close to hers. "Now that you're here, maybe you can help me change after all."

Rhea repressed a grimace, but his remark erased the last signs of jealousy on Emma's face. She cuddled up against Eric and made some vague good-bye to Rhea. Rhea watched the two of them stroll off, whispering and laughing, and was surprised to feel a pang of sadness inside her chest.

Immediately she shook it off and decided she'd just go to bed. Why should she care what this Eric guy said or did? She'd barely exchanged a dozen words with him. Resolved, she started to head upstairs toward her room. A moment later, she reconsidered and decided to tell Stephen good night.

Unsurprisingly, he was still outside, in the center of the party. He was soaked to the bone, and she wondered how many times he'd been in the lagoon. Vampires liked Chile in the winter because of the shorter sunlight, but the night was growing increasingly chilly. Liquor could only warm you up so much. Stephen didn't seem to notice the temperature and was telling some story about the time he and some friends had broken into their math teacher's office. The story involved vodka and ferrets.

Rhea smiled in spite of herself and waved at him as she emerged from the house. Catching sight of her, he gave her a big grin and put his story on hold.

"Hey, babe," he said, coming over to her. He reached out for a dripping hug.

She laughed. "No way."

He gave her an exaggerated sad face and then settled for a brief kiss on her lips, making sure to lean in far enough so she wouldn't get wet.

"Acceptable?" he asked triumphantly.

"Very. I just wanted you to know I'm heading to bed."

This time, his sad expression was real. "But we're going to set some shots on fire. You could help."

"That's not quite the use of my magic I had in mind. At least being so soaked, you probably don't have to worry about catching on fire yourself."

"That's true," he agreed, apparently thinking of it for the first time. His face softened slightly. "We'll talk tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course."

Eric might think Stephen was just some loud, in-your-face guy, but Rhea had learned long ago that her fiance possessed a fair amount of vulnerability that few ever saw. As far as she could tell, she was the only one he ever showed that side to. He seemed to take comfort from her, like he needed to express his softer side in order to balance that other rowdy part of him. They'd grown up around each other, almost like siblings, and the engagement had seemed perfectly natural. They were both used to having the other around.

He squeezed her hand-his was wet, naturally-and then gave her another quick kiss before returning to his audience.

Five.

Emma was easy enough to soothe once Eric brought her back to his bedroom. She seemed much more interested in helping take his clothes off than discussing what had happened with Rhea, particularly since neither of them ended up putting on dry clothes or returning to the party.

Alcohol eventually made Emma fall into a heavy sleep, but as he lay in bed with her in his arms, he discovered he wasn't as lucky. The sounds of the party outside wound down. It was getting pretty late for the Moroi and he knew the dark-tinted windows would eventually be lightening, sending most of his friends to bed. He stared at the ceiling, growing more and more sober, thinking about Rhea Daniels.

And really, it made no sense. Aside from those first few moments when they met, the two of them had yet to have a friendly conversation. Everything he said seemed to make her mad, and he couldn't figure out why. He knew he shouldn't worry about it. Who cared if she was touchy about everything? If she wanted to keep picking a fight, that was her problem. He'd have nothing to do with her.

And yet...no matter how often he told himself that, he still couldn't shake the image of her radiant hair or wise eyes. Who needed the sun if you were around her? In those first moments on the boat, when she'd truly seemed to get how he felt about his mother, he'd had a brief flash of someone really and sincerely understanding him. No, more than that. Someone who actually cared. Although her attentions hadn't been directed at him, he'd sensed that same characteristic in her when she'd spoken to the feeding room attendant and even that crazy Dennis guy. Rhea paid attention to people, to individuals.

He finally fell asleep, only to wake to a pounding headache. Emma, as always, displayed no symptoms of a hangover. She gave him a long, lingering kiss and tugged back on her still damp dress, promising to meet up with him in an hour to get blood before the next set of activities. They didn't know exactly what was going on, but Jared had promised something entertaining.

When Eric joined Emma, she had changed and was as fresh and beautiful as ever, with no sign of her earlier disarrayed state. Eric had discovered his own shower had erased most of his headache, and linking hands with her, he allowed himself to relax and make an effort to enjoy the day.

The feeding area was much busier in the vampiric morning, since that was a preferred time to take blood. Eric and Emma stood in line, chatting with friends who looked like they'd done a bit too much partying. Someone came by with a stash of doughnuts pilfered from the breakfast buffet and pa.s.sed the pastries out to the waiting group as appetizers to the blood.

When they reached the front of the line, Eric saw that a different attendant was on duty today. She marked their names on her list and waited for the next opening. When it came, she turned to Emma and said, "Go ahead, down to Dennis on the right."

Eric caught Emma's arm as she took a step forward. "Don't." He turned to the attendant. "We'll wait for the next one. Let someone else in line go."

The attendant started to protest-probably not liking someone dictating her job-but after a moment, she just shrugged and waved in the next person. Emma gave Eric a puzzled look, but another feeder became available before she could question him.

When they finished, she immediately jumped on the topic while walking back to the main part of the house. "What was that about? The feeder thing? Why did you stop me?"

"Because that one's crazy," Eric replied.

"They're feeders," Emma said. "They're all crazy."

"Not like him. He was the one Rhea went to last night, and I would not want to be under the same roof as him if I were her. He was nuts. Total stalker obsessive type."

Emma pondered this and then shook her head. "Yeah, well, it's not like feeders are out socializing with us. She probably doesn't have to worry." There was a carefully calculated pause. "I'm kind of surprised you're so worried about her."

Eric recognized that tone and realized he'd stumbled into dangerous territory. "Not that worried. I hardly know her-but after talking to that guy last night, I would have warned anyone away from him."

"You were asking a lot of questions about her yesterday." Emma still apparently wasn't convinced of his lack of interest. He sighed, realizing he'd put Rhea on Emma's radar.

"All I asked was about Stephen being engaged. Come on, Em. Don't dig up something that doesn't even exist."

"Okay." She grinned and squeezed his hand, and he hoped the matter had truly been dropped. "Let's see what Jared has planned."

What Jared had planned was a scavenger hunt. Once the guests (those who had been able to get out of bed) were gathered outside, their host explained the rules. Everyone would be divided into teams of two and be randomly given a clue. That clue would lead to another clue and so on until one of the teams found the ultimate treasure and won the game's prize: getting to stay in the beach house's master suite, complete with a Jacuzzi and balcony.

Emma gripped Eric so tightly that her nails dug into his skin, kind of reminding him of last night in bed. "We are so winning that," she hissed. "I just hope they don't send us all over into crazy places. Did you see those cliffs on the other side of the island? Molly claims Jared goes rock climbing all the time. No way am I doing that."

"And to make it more challenging," Jared announced, "we're going to randomly a.s.sign teams. Each person on the winning team gets one night in the suite."

This was met with a mix of cheers and groans. Emma was one of the groaners until Jared drew her name along with a friend of hers named Fiona. Emma lit up and kissed Eric on the cheek. "Okay. We've got this. You and me are gonna be in that Jacuzzi tonight." She scurried off to join Fiona.

Jared continued pulling out names from his hat, finally reaching, "Eric Dragomir."

In spite of his best efforts to ignore it, Eric couldn't help but notice the excited whispering among some of the gathered girls. They knew he and Emma weren't engaged yet, so some still considered him open game. Even a few guys looked interested in being paired with Eric, in the hopes of currying favor with his family.

Jared read the next name. "Rhea Daniels."

Eric froze.

He'd spotted Rhea as soon as he'd come outside earlier. She was standing with Stephen on the far side of the lagoon, seeming to be in a good mood. She and her fiance had been having some kind of serious talk-not like a depressing talk, but just something warm and ordinary. Stephen had done most of the talking, his pleasant face earnest and thoughtful while she simply listened. The sun hadn't quite gone down yet, and its rays made her hair shine like gold fire. Eric couldn't look away from it and jealously wondered what they'd had to talk about.

Now, hearing her name, Rhea became puzzled and scanned the crowd. Stephen nudged her and pointed over at Eric. Her gaze fell on him, and her eyes widened in shock. For a moment, he was confused. If she was going to be shocked, it should have been when she heard their names called-not when she saw him. Then he understood. Rhea really didn't know who he was. He'd suspected it that night on the yacht but had thought that surely she'd have learned since then. Apparently not.

Stephen grinned and motioned for her to go over to Eric. Biting her lip, she reluctantly walked over, looking as though each step was agony. Glancing back to where Emma stood by Fiona, Eric thought his girlfriend looked as though each of Rhea's steps was agony for her, too.

Eric and Rhea said nothing to each other as more names were read off. They didn't even speak when they were given their clue. As the rest of the group eagerly dispersed, Eric looked down at their slip of paper.

Find me where the palm trees bend By the water that never ends.

He stared at it blankly, having no idea what it meant. Rhea sighed and took the clue from him.

"It's a fountain," she said. "I saw it last night. There's a little path that goes out past the courtyard."

She marched away from him, and he hurried to keep up. Wordlessly she led him to the fountain. Delicate and made of marble, it was crowned with swans that poured water from their mouths. Eric couldn't decide if it was tacky or elegant. He and Rhea studied it for a while, trying to figure out what the next step was. Eric was the one who spotted it. A small piece of smooth, flat wood was embedded into a tiny gap in the sculpture. Words were engraved upon it.

Music, music everywhere With sweeping sights that make you stare.

"The conservatory," said Rhea promptly. "It's on the upper floor."

Again, she took off, with Eric quickening his pace to stay with her. "Have you been here before? How do you know where everything is?"

"I went exploring last night," she explained tersely. It was clear she wasn't in the mood for conversation. At least not with him.

Sure enough, they reached the conservatory, which was filled with windows showing breathtaking views of the ocean. Another team was just leaving, uncertain if they'd read the clue correctly. Everyone's starting clue had sent them to a random place, and the goal was to eventually put them all together. The conservatory's clue was hidden on the piano. Like before, Rhea interpreted it and started to leave, but Eric grabbed her arm.

"Wait, I need to talk to you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Talk about what?"

He sighed. "Look, I just want to know why you're so mad at me today. What did I do this time? I already told you I wasn't making fun of you and Stephen last night."

Rhea studied him for several seconds, and he wondered if she'd just turn around and leave. Instead she answered his question with a question. "Why didn't you tell me you were a Dragomir?"

He hadn't expected that. "It...didn't seem important. And I thought you probably knew."

"Right. Because how could there be anyone in the world who doesn't know who you are?" she asked sarcastically.

"I'm serious! And I...well, I kind of liked you not knowing. You talked to me like a real person...even if it was to yell at me most of the time."

"I didn't yell," she countered. "And somehow, I don't believe you just wanted to talk to me. I've heard about you. You go through lots of girls. You probably thought I'd be an easy one, desperate to hook up with as much royalty as I can."

Eric gaped, wondering just what kind of reputation he had. It was true that he'd had a lot of girlfriends. But he'd never used them. He'd genuinely liked each of them, and he had intended to take his dad's advice and get serious, but then...well, Eric just always lost interest.

"That's not true at all! I like being with you because you're easy to talk to."

Rhea scoffed. "I thought you just said I yelled at you all the time."

"Well, that's not what I-I mean, that is, I like that you pay attention."

"Pay attention?" she asked warily.

"You notice things. You notice people-and you get people. You're the only one who thought about the ma.s.sacre six months ago, you know. That's where my mother died."

She blanched, and all that annoyance and anger vanished. "Oh G.o.d, I'm sorry-"