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.
The news triggered the reaction I'd expected. Once the audience had processed the information, a flurry of shouted commentary began.
"Eric Dragomir didn't have any other children, illegitimate or not!'
"This is a scam!'
"Show us the proof! Where are your tests?'
"Well ... he was kind of a flirt ...'
"He did have another daughter.'
That last one shut the crowd up, both because it was spoken with authority and because it came from Daniella Ivashkov. She had stood up, and even without a microphone, she had a voice that could carry in a room. She was also an important enough person in our society to draw attention. Many among the royals were practically conditioned to listen to her. In the now quiet room, Daniella continued speaking.
"Eric Dragomir had an illegitimate daughter, with a woman named Emily Mastrano--a dancer, if I recall correctly. He wanted it kept secret and needed certain things done-- things he couldn't do himself--to help with that. I was one of the few who helped.' An uncharacteristically bitter smile turned up her lips. "And honestly, I wouldn't have minded it staying secret either.'
Pieces clicked in my head. I knew now who had broken into the Alchemists' records. And why. In the room's silence, I didn't need a microphone to respond either.
"Enough that you'd make certain papers disappear.'
Daniella fixed that smile on me. "Yes.'
"Because if the Dragomirs faded, spirit might too. And Adrian would be safe. Spirit was getting too much attention too fast, and you needed to get rid of any evidence about Jill to kill Vasilisa's credibility.' Daniella's expression confirmed as much. I should have left it at that, but my curiosity wouldn't allow it. "Then why admit it now?'
Daniella shrugged. "Because you're right. One DNA test will show the truth.' There were gasps of awe from those who took her word as gospel and wondered what this meant. Others people refused to believe and wore looks of scorn. Daniella, undoubtedly disappointed the truth had leaked, nonetheless seemed resigned and willing to accept it. But her smile soon dropped as she studied me more closely. "What I'd like to know is: who in the world are you?'
A good portion of the audience appeared to want to know this as well. I hesitated. Sonya's charmed disguise had gotten me pretty far at this point. We had a fragile acceptance of Jill and the Dragomir line. If we let the system run its course, and if Lissa won like I now wanted--I'd have a queenly advocate to help in the case to clear me.
But staring at the crowd--full of people I'd known and respected and who had still condemned me without question--I felt anger burn within me. Spirit-induced or not, it didn't matter. I was still outraged at how easily I'd been accused and tossed away. I didn't want to wait for this to be settled in some quiet guardian office. I wanted to face them. I wanted them to know I was innocent--of killing the queen, at least.
And so, surpassing my own records for dangerous, reckless behavior, I ripped off Sonya's bracelet.
"I'm Rose Hathaway.'
Chapter Thirty-three
CRIES AND SCREAMS FROM THE audience told me my disguise was gone.
Many eyes also went to Dimitri. Adrian had dropped that illusion too, once I'd shed mine. And, as we'd been expecting, the guardians who had been gradually taking up position around us surged forward, armed with handguns. I still thought that was cheating. Fortunately, my mother and Mikhail moved quickly into place to block our attackers and deter any gunshots.
"Don't,' I snapped at Dimitri, who I knew was probably about to join our two defenders. It was crucial he and I stay perfectly still, so we weren't taken as threats. I even went as far as to hold up my arms, and--reluctantly, I suspected--Dimitri did too. "Wait. Please listen to us first.'
The guardian circle was tight, with no gaps. I was pretty sure my mom and Mikhail were the only thing keeping them from shooting us then and there. Guardians would always avoid fighting other guardians if possible. Two blockers were easy to take down, though, and these guardians wouldn't wait forever. Jill and Abe suddenly moved forward, taking positions next to us. More shields. I saw one of the looming guardians grimace. Civilians complicated things. Adrian had not moved, but the fact that he was enclosed in the circle at all still made him an obstacle.
"Haul us off later if you want,' I said. "We won't resist. But you have to let us talk first. We know who killed the queen.' "So do we,' said one of the guardians. "Now, the rest of you ... back away before you're hurt. These are dangerous fugitives.'
"They need to talk,' said Abe. "They have evidence.'
Again, he pushed forward with his case, acting confidently about things he had no clue about. He was staking it all on me. I was starting to like him. It was kind of unfortunate that our evidence wasn't as 100 percent solid as I'd hoped, but as I'd said earlier ... technicalities.