“Well, to be fair, you areShane’s bratty freak friend.”
“Hey!”
“You can be bratty and beautiful,” Michael said. “I think it’s interesting.”
Shane cleared his throat. “Look, could we get moving? You two are giving me diabetes. And if we’re going to get this done—”
“Oh, chill out, Collins; we’re bonding, here.” Eve met Michael’s eyes squarely. “So we’re good?”
“Ah . . . I guess.”
“Don’t bite me.”
He smiled faintly. “I won’t.”
“Then let’s go save this stupid town so I can ask you out on a date already.”
“Well, you don’t actually have to wait,” Michael said. “This is kind of a date.”
“Hmm.” Eve thought it over. “Potentially fatal, dangerous— yeah, it does sound like a lot of the dates I’ve had, come to think of it. Only with at least twice the hotness.”
Shane looked at Claire and made a gagging sound, which made her laugh. That made himsmile, and for a second there it was, that connection, that feeling that took her breath away, like she was flying all the way up into the sun’s warm glow.
Shane hesitated, then held out his hand to her. “We do it together,” he said. “The four of us. Right?” His fingers felt warm on hers, so familiar it almost brought tears to her eyes.
“Right,” Claire said. “Michael, just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean you shouldn’t watch out for Myrnin. He’s killed other vampires before. Just . . . everybody, watch out for each other.”
“Hey, we’re Morganville kids,” Eve said. “That’s what we do.”
“If you’re all done kissing and exchanging class rings, let’s go,” Frank said from the doorway, and tossed Eve a wooden stake, which she snatched out of the air. Michael got a crossbow. They looked at each other, and then exchanged the weapons without saying a word.
“We’ll take Eve’s car,” Claire said.
“I have a car?”
“It’s the hearse out there.”
“But . . . I don’t even have a driver’s license!”
Claire went out to the skull-shaped purse sitting on the table in the hall, opened it, and combed through stuff until she found Eve’s ID. She handed it over. Eve looked at it, openmouthed, and showed it to Michael. “That is a wickedbad picture, so don’t judge,” she said. “But look. Eighteen. I’m eighteen!”
“Come on, I’ve seen you with fake IDs since you were twelve,” Michael said, and looked at Claire. “Is it real?”
“It’s real. She’s eighteen. You’re nineteen, by the way.”
“Huh.” Michael said that like he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
“You’re going to let her drive?” Shane asked Claire quietly. “Really? Even though she doesn’t remember how?”
“Think of it as on-the-job training,” she said. “You can co-pilot. She’ll be fine.” Claire left them and went to Frank and his group. “Move this.” She pointed to the bookcase Michael had put in front of the portal for extra protection. The bikers shoved it out of the way, with a lot of enthusiasm that sent books tumbling to the floor. “There’ll be a door here at some point. Whenever there is, get through as fast as you can. I don’t know how long I can keep it open.”
Frank frowned at her. “Why don’t we just all go the same way?” he asked.
“Because the door’s locked on the other side, too,” she said. “I need to unlock it before you can get through. Trust me: this is better.”
“Well, hurry up,” he said. “Getting dark out there. You don’t want to be on the streets at night.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Shane said. “Great advice. Never would have thought of that on my own, what with all the vampires and crazy people and everything.”
Frank just shook his head and said, “Be careful. All of you. I get the feeling this one ain’t gonna be no walk in the park.”
That, Claire thought, was probably an understatement.
The streets were a mess. People had abandoned cars and left them; they passed the wreck of Oliver’s limousine, too, which, now that Claire took a good look from the outside, seemed even more terrifying. Eve drove with extreme caution, steering with both hands rigidly on the wheel in the driver’s-education-approved ten and two positions. She looked petrified, and that didn’t get any better the farther they got from the Glass House, and the closer to their destination. By the time they’d pulled to a stop where Claire said, next to the entrance to the alley next to the Day House, Eve looked ready to collapse.
Claire looked over at her from the passenger seat and said, very softly, “Eve, are you sure you can do this? You could stay here. In case we need to get away quick.”
“That’s true,” Michael said. “We could use a reliable getaway driver if this doesn’t go well.”
Eve was breathing too fast, and even with the makeup, her face was flushed, but she shook her head. “No,” she said. “No, I can do it. I want to stay with you guys. Besides, Collins might do something stupid if I’m not there to tell him different.”
“Bite me, Goth princess,” Shane called from the back. “Not literally or anything.”
“Maybe you should say that to Michael.”
“Not funny, Eve,” Michael said.
Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. “Little bit,” she said. Claire smiled. “So. We’re going, then.”
“Yeah, we’re going.” Claire opened her door and got out. The sunset was beautiful tonight, all oranges and deep reds against a dark, endless blue. She stared at it, because the thought crossed her mind that if this didn’t work, if she couldn’t pull this off, it might be the last sunset she’d ever see.
Or any of them would ever see.
This is my fault, Claire thought, as she did about every minute of the day. And it’s my responsibility.
Michael was holding Eve’s hand, Claire saw, or at least, Eve was holding his for dear life. They joined her. Eve still looked petrified. After a second’s hesitation, Michael put his arm around her shoulders. “Hey,” he said, and leaned closer. “You’re going to do okay.”
“Really? How do you know?”
“Because I know you.”
Eve smiled faintly, and then grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close. They stood that way for a second, Michael staring down into her eyes, and then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
“Whoa,” Shane said. “Really? Now?Seriously?”
Fifteen-year-old Shane was no kind of romantic, Claire thought, and wanted to smack him in the back of the head. Michael and Eve ignored them, and just kept on kissing until finally Eve pulled back and took in a deep breath. The white makeup really wasn’t doing much to tamp down the brightness in her cheeks.
Michael had black lipstick smeared all over his mouth. Eve reached in her pocket and dug out a tissue, and wiped it away. It was sweet and sexy at the same time, the way Michael watched her, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.
“Sorry,” Eve said. “I needed to do that. In case I die or something.”
“It’s okay,” Michael said. “Really. Anytime.” He sounded like he meant it, too.
Shane looked at Claire, and for a second she thought—But no. He said, “Don’t expect me to go all Romeo on you or anything.”
She swallowed a little bubble of disappointment. “I don’t,” she said, and kept her voice cool and level. “Just watch my back.”
“Uh . . . okay.” He sounded a little disappointed, too. What was she supposed to have said? Guys.
“Let’s go,” she said. “We’re sitting ducks out here.”
Shane stuck next to her, and Michael and Eve followed behind, still holding hands. Claire glanced over at him as they walked down the narrowing, high-fenced alley. “You scared?”
He shook his head. “Weirdly enough? Not really. It feels . . . like I’ve done this before. Or like it’s just a dream, and I’m going to wake up. I can’t tell which.” He made a fist and looked at it. “I’m bigger than I feel like I should be. Three years of growth, I guess. I feel stronger. That’s good.”