“That’s it?” Schuyler asked. “That’s the reason why I’ve been so sick lately? Because I’ve been away from other vampires?”
“Strange as it sounds, yes.” Dr. Pat nodded, tapping on her stethoscope. “The blood calls to same. You have been alone, stressed, and alienated from vampire society. My nephew tells me you went to the Bal des Vampires in Paris. Did you feel better when you were there?”
Schuyler thought about it. She hadn’t noticed in the adrenaline of the moment, but Dr. Pat was right. During the time when she was surrounded by Blue Bloods she had experienced none of the uncontrollable shaking and trembling. Except, of course, for those few minutes she had spent alone in the dungeon. A hundred feet below-ground, away from everyone, until Jack arrived. The tremors had returned once she and Oliver had hit the road.
“They say no man is an island,” Dr. Pat mused. “It’s the same for Blue Bloods.”
“But what about my grandfather? Lawrence was exiled. He lived alone for many, many years, away from his people. Yet he never exhibited any of my symptoms,” Schuyler argued.
“Your grandfather, as I recall, was an Enmortal. A rare breed. Capable of long periods of isolation from the community. He chose exile because he knew he would be able to handle it. Physically and mentally.”
Schuyler absorbed the diagnosis. “It just . . . seems . . . too easy an explanation,” she finally said.
“You know, Schuyler, the Red Bloods have a word for it too. Homesickness isn’t just a state of mind. It has physical symptoms as well. Your vampire self makes you stronger and faster than any human being. But the vampire in you also exaggerates every human ailment you might feel. You’ve got the best of both worlds, so to speak.”
CHAPTER 41
Mimi
Two weeks after the White Vote was called, Mimi found a note in her Conclave e-mail asking her to visit Forsyth at the Repository in the Force Tower that afternoon. Her last class was a free period, so she finished early and took a cab.
She had to be at the Repository anyway. The other evening she had been looking for her favorite fountain pen and thought to rummage around Charles’s study. She remembered she had left it there the last time she had needed a quiet space to do her homework. Her father’s office was as tidy as always, with nothing on his desk but a Tiffany clock and a desk calendar. Mimi had checked drawers and cabinets, but did not find her treasured Montblanc.
She had sat in his leather swivel desk chair and spun, looking around the room. A few unmarked cassettes shoved toward the back of a shelf caught her eye. She stood up and examined them. What was Charles doing with such old audio equipment?
They were marked RH: Audio: Ven. Rep. Repository of History Audio Archives. Venator Reports. Usually tapes from the Repository came with written transcripts, but Mimi couldn’t find any. She turned the tape over to see which Venator had filed them. MARTIN. These were Kingsley’s reports, from his assignment two years ago. The one that had sent him to Duchesne.
What were they doing in Charles’s office? They belonged in the Repository. And if Mimi wanted to listen to them, she would have to borrow an old tape recorder from the archives. She knew the Conduits were uploading everything onto digital files now, but they had obviously missed these. She had put the tapes in her pocket and taken one final look around the room. Where was Charles anyway? What had happened to him? Jack was convinced he wasn’t dead. If Michael’s spirit was gone from Earth, they would know for certain, he had argued.
At last night’s meeting, the Conclave had voted to send Venators after the missing former Regis, and a team was being assembled. She knew her brother was disappointed not to have been picked for the assignment. But Forsyth had been adamant: they needed the twins here, he said. They couldn’t leave the Coven so unprotected.
As she walked into the Force Tower that afternoon, she wondered what the senator wanted to talk to her about. Forsyth had never sought out her company before, and they had not spoken about her objection to his crowning.
“You wanted to see me?” Mimi asked, walking into the light-filled corner office after Forsyth’s secretary announced her arrival. She noticed that he had set up shop in the same office Lawrence had chosen when he was Regis. Talk about overconfidence. Charles had used the one in the old building under Block 122.
“Madeleine. Thanks for stopping by,” Forsyth said. “Doris, hold my calls, will you dear?”
His secretary closed the door, and Mimi took a seat across from the expansive walnut desk. She noticed that even though Forsyth had taken over Lawrence’s office, he still kept the former Regis’s photos of Schuyler on his desk. Mimi wished she had dressed up more; she had come straight from gym, and hadn’t bothered to change out of her ratty Duchesne Athletics T-shirt and red running shorts. She put her bags on the floor and waited for him to speak.
“I just wanted to commend you on your work with the Venators. You did a fine job in Rio.” He beamed.
Mimi scoffed. “Yeah. Right. We didn’t find her.”
“Only a matter of time, my dear. Kingsley will find her. I have no doubt. He’s quite . . . resourceful,” Forsyth said, with a hint of annoyance Mimi could not help but notice.
“All right. Well, thanks. I did want to go on another mission, but the Conclave says I have to finish Duchesne first. The school isn’t going to hold my place for that long.”
“Alas, that is true. It is unfair, is it not, that we have to go through the rigmarole of a human childhood and adolescence. But it is in the Code,” Forsyth said, getting up to fix himself a drink from the bar cart. He picked up a carafe and poured a shot of whiskey into a glass.
“Want one?”
“No thanks.” Mimi shook her head. “Um, is that all? May I be excused now?”
“Oh, I am carrying on as usual. Bliss likes to tease me about being a big blowhard.” Forsyth smiled, taking a sip and walking around his desk so he could lean on the edge of it and look down at Mimi.
Mimi sank lower in her seat. Llewellyn rarely spoke of Bliss. The bemused father act didn’t suit him too welclass="underline" it felt bogus, like he was trying to sell her a used car, or get her to believe he cared an iota about his daughter. At least Charles and Trinity had tried to be there for Mimi and Jack during their transformation. As far as Mimi knew, Bliss’s parents never bothered to explain to her what was happening.
“How is Bliss?” she asked. Mimi had bumped into her a couple of times, and Bliss had seemed friendly enough, but their conversations never seemed to go anywhere. She didn’t know why that was, but something about Bliss made her feel nervous and giggly.
“She’s much better.” Forsyth Llewellyn nodded. “Anyway, I called you in today to discuss a rather delicate situation . . . and forgive me if I offend . . . I realize this may not be the right time for such an occasion, but I feel that after everything that’s happened with the Conclave . . . the community needs something to lift its spirits right now, and perhaps, if I may . . .”
Mimi made a motion to let him continue.
“A simple favor . . . for the betterment of the entire community. I know you and Jack canceled your bonding because of the tragedy, but now is the time to renew morale, to show our people that we are still strong, and to see the two of you together. Our strongest, our best, will bring them hope.”
A wry smile played on Mimi’s lips even if her heart suddenly clenched and an image of Kingsley’s smirking face came to mind.
“So what you’re telling me is, the bonding’s on?” she asked.
It took no effort to keep her tone light and breezy. After all, she was still the same Mimi Force whose image was plastered on a billboard across from Times Square. The Mimi Force who tortured freshmen for sport, making them fetch and grovel. (How she had missed orientation week!)