Adrian asked incredulously. I shot an accusing look at Eddie and Angeline. “Is nothing private around here?” “No,” said Angeline, as bluntly honest as ever. Eddie actualy chuckled. It was a rare moment of camaraderie between them. “Was it supposed to be a secret?” he asked. We were over at Clarence Donahue’s house for Jill and Adrian’s biweekly blood feedings. Jill was off right now with Clarence’s human housekeeper, Dorothy, who doubled as his feeder. I could take a lot of Moroi things in stride now, but drinking blood—human blood—made me shudder every time. My best coping mechanism was trying to forget why we were here. “No,” I admitted. Julia and Kristin had griled me for date details a couple of days ago, so I’d given them some. I supposed I had to accept that once I told them anything, it would inevitably get back to everyone in the world. No doubt my Amberwood family had then passed it on to Adrian. “Realy?” Adrian was still hung up on the end of my date.