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Authors: Chloe Neill

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Scout sighed heavily. “She probably followed us into the basement one night, then decided to play Nancy Drew. She’s been watching us like a hawk this week.”
“And she probably thinks we were with John Creed,” I realized, the puzzle pieces falling together. “She’s been interrogating me about him all week. She thinks we’re buds because he and Jason are friends.”
“Nothing to do about it now,” Scout said, taking a step into the Pedway. I followed, and Detroit did the same.
The vampires began to hoot, the minions’ grip on Veronica tightening as she began to demand that they let her go.
Marlena stepped around her vampires, this time wearing a tweed dress, fur wrap, and those old-fashioned stockings with the dark line up the back. She put her hands on her hips. “Did you lose something, darlings?”
“Let her go,” Scout said. “Or you get magic and firespell and a silver-tipped walking stick, and you get knocked back into the nineteen forties where you belong.”
Marlena hissed. “This is not a game, little one.”
“I am so sick of people telling me that,” I muttered, raising my hands. I relaxed and let the power begin to flow, letting it collect in my hands so that I could toss it out if necessary.
“Did you invade St. Sophia’s?” Scout asked.
Marlena arched a darkly penciled eyebrow. “We hardly have need for that,
iubitu
. Not when she is wandering through the corridors alone.”
“Bingo,” Scout muttered.
“Let go of me!”Veronica screamed again, yanking at her arms as she attempted to break free.
Marlena had apparently had enough. She turned and slapped Veronica across the face, leaving a red welt across her cheek. “Silence!”
Veronica’s howls turned to silent weeping. Scout took a precautionary step forward.
“Marlena, if you have issues with us, you need to let her go. She’s not one of us, and has nothing to do with this. She will only bring attention to your kind.”
Marlena’s expression faltered for a second, but then went stone-cold again. “Liar.”
“She’s a normal,” I confirmed. “You keep her down here, and things get very, very ugly for you.”
“Uh, ladies, speaking of ugly, we’ve got a problem.” We turned to see Detroit looking behind us.
I hated to turn around, but I wasn’t exactly in a position to run. Slowly, I glanced back as well.
Vampires. An entire crowd of them, moving in from behind us.
But these were a different kind of vampire. They were Nicu’s.
Nicu stepped through them to the front of the horde. He nodded at me and Scout and Detroit, then took in Marlena.
“They are children,” he said. “Let her go.”
“She is mine. My catch. My bounty. My prize.” She rolled the
R
in ‘prize’ like an opera singer, and the sound sent a chill down my spine.
“She is not part of this world, and your bringing her into it will not help.” He inched closer, as did the vampires behind him.
“When it’s time,” I whispered, “I’ll grab Veronica. You two jump to the right, and then we make a run for it.”
Detroit nodded, but Scout looked worried.
“Firespell,” I reminded her. “If they get me, I take them out.”
She blew out a breath and nodded, then turned her attention back to the vampires and the turf war we’d gotten stuck in . . . again.
Marlena put her hands on her hips. “You choose children over your own kind?”
“They have offered their help. They have come to us with information and have treated us as equals. In this, yes. We choose children over those who would forsake us.”
In the silence, Nicu and his vampires took another step forward, then another, until they were directly behind us. I wasn’t thrilled about the proximity, but I trusted him a lot more right now than I did Marlena.
“Then let us decide this once and for all.”
“Not liking the sound of this,” Scout said.
“Detroit,” I whispered, hoping the myths about vampires were true, “when I give the word, point the locket at the vamps holding Veronica.”
“Got it,” she said with a nod.
“On one,” I said, leaning forward just a bit to prepare myself for the steal. “Three . . . two . . .
one
!”
Detroit popped open her locket, light flashing into the corridor as she aimed it toward Marlena’s vampires. They raised their hands to their faces, hissing at the light, releasing Veronica. I jumped forward and grabbed her, then pulled her back behind the half wall, Detroit and Scout behind me.
I dumped Veronica onto the floor, looking her over for wounds. She was quiet now, shock obviously setting in. In the vacuum behind us, the covens of vampires rushed together, Nicu’s vampires scratching and clawing as they fought for the right to exist, Marlena fighting back the vampires who’d tried to escape her.
Nicu ran through the fray to reach us, stopping as he stared down at Veronica. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and his own widened in surprise.
I glanced over at Scout, who shrugged.
A second later, Nicu blinked, then looked at me. “Run,” he said. “As fast as you can. Get her to safety and then find the monsters. Dispatch them.”
We ran.
 
Detroit led the way back to the Enclave. Scout and I each had an arm around Veronica, half walking and half carrying her through the dark tunnels, the light of Detroit’s locket guiding the way. Detroit used Scout’s phone to send a message to Daniel. By the time we arrived at the Enclave, we found Katie, Smith, Daniel, Michael, Jason, and Paul waiting. The twins must have still been off on their own mission.
The mood wasn’t exactly light, and seeing Veronica didn’t help. But Daniel stayed calm. He directed Katie and Smith to help Veronica, then clustered the rest of us together.
“The vampires are missing one of their coven,” he said. “The Reapers have, perhaps, used the sanctuary to build these monsters. They have put Adepts and vampires, the Pedway and St. Sophia’s—the whole city—at risk. This ends tonight.”
Scout and I looked at each other, but nodded. We knew what needed to be done. We had to find them, and we had to take them out.
“We’ll deal with the girl,” he said. “You start at the sanctuary. God willing, it will still be empty of Reapers. Either way, destroy the monsters.”
“We’ll do it,” Jason said.
“You’ve got to,” Daniel advised. “If you can’t, we’re all in trouble.”
 
Jason took the lead, and Paul was at our back. The rest of us—Michael, Scout, Detroit, and me—were clustered into groups in the middle.
This time, we needed speed, so we decided to try the shortcut, hoping the vampire squabble had played itself out. We didn’t see anything out of the ordinary until we made it to the Pedway. But when we emerged from the janitor’s closet—one careful Adept at a time—things got more interesting.
The hallway was empty but for five scratched and bleeding vampires—Nicu and four others.
“Is she okay?” Nicu asked.
If he’d developed a thing for Veronica, I was going to be totally freaked-out.
“She’s fine,” I told him. “She’s being cared for.”
“Will you erase her memory of these events?”
I looked over at Scout, who nodded. “She’s not the type we’d trust in the community. She might use the information against us. One of the other Adepts will work their magic, and she’ll have no memory of what transpired. It won’t hurt her,” she added, at the obvious heartbreak in Nicu’s eyes.
Did love at first sight really operate that quickly?
“Then that’s the way it must be,” he said, resigned.
“And your coven?” I asked him. “Are you okay?”
“We have survived the night,” Nicu said, “so we are now a coven in our own right.”
Oh, awesome, I thought. We’d actually helped the vampires establish themselves. I really hoped that didn’t bite us in the butt later.
“Good night, Adepts.” Nicu placed his hand over his heart, and then the entire group of them—all at once—bowed to us.
 
Detroit worked her magic on the stairwell doors, and we popped back into the tunnels again. If the rats were back, there wasn’t any sign of them.
“You think that means they’re gone?” Scout asked.
“I think that means they don’t shed slime all the time,” Jason said. “At least, that’s my guess.”
“And even if they were here,” Scout said, “the Reapers could have cleaned up after them. Who knows?”
When we reached the sanctuary, we peeked around the alcove and into the final corridor. The doors were closed, the lights off.
But there was a trail of slime that led from the corridor into the sanctuary.
“And they’re back,” Michael muttered.
“Honestly,” Detroit said, “I’m a little glad to see the slime. I was beginning to worry that I’d imagined it all.”
“No such luck,” Scout and I simultaneously said. Scout glanced over at Detroit. “The trip wires,” she said. “Got anything for that?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” After searching her pants pockets, Detroit popped another black pill into the hallway, letting the magic smoke illuminate the trip wires. Then she unzipped a long pocket along her knee and pulled out a child’s spinning top.
“Quick invention,” she said, “but I think it will work.” She crouched down and put the top on the floor, then gave it a twirl. It wobbled, but began to spin, whirring as it gathered speed and moved down the hallway toward the double doors.
And as it spun, it began to spindle both the magic smoke and the trip wires the smoke had revealed. In a few seconds, the hallway was clean, the top glowing with newly bundled magic.
“Seriously, I think that’s the coolest thing you’ve done so far.” Scout’s tone was reverent.
“Glad you like it,” Detroit said. She walked down and collected the top, then held it out to Scout. “I thought you could have it. You can unspindle the trip wires. Make them your own.”
With her eyes gleaming like it was Christmas morning, Scout accepted the gift.
“All right,” Jason said. “Now that the coast is relatively clear, let’s get this show on the road.” He stopped in front of the double doors and glanced back. “Everybody ready?”
When we nodded, he pushed them open. One by one, we tiptoed inside.
“Lily,” he whispered. “Lights.”
I pulled the power and sent it upward. Long rows of fluorescent lights above us stuttered to life.
We were in a hallway—the kind you might see in a hospital. Wide corridor, pale green walls, doors on the right and left . . . and a long trail of slime leading back toward other rooms.
“Stay here,” Jason said, then began to move forward, peeking through the rooms on the right-hand side of the corridor. When he reached the second door, he stopped.
“What is it?” Scout whispered.
He beckoned us forward, then walked inside. We followed him . . . and gaped.
Temperance had thought the sanctuary was a clinic. But this didn’t look like any clinic I’d ever seen. The center of the room was lined with counters topped by pieces of medical equipment. And the walls were covered by whiteboards. Some with lines and lines of formulas, others with writing—theories about vampires and immortality and magic.
And how to keep it forever.
We stopped and stared at the last board.
Photographs had been stuck there with magnets—photos of Reaper works in progress. The rats, from tiny nubbins to full-grown creatures. For a second, I felt a little sorry for them.
“We were right,” I said. “They were doing experiments, and vampires were their model.”
Hands on her hips, Scout gazed at the pictures. “What were they trying to do? Build some kind of forever-magic superbeings?”
“Maybe,” Jason said. “Or maybe just figure out if there was a source for the immortality.”
“Maybe it has something to do with the slime,” I suggested. “Maybe the slime served some kind of purpose. Like, I don’t know, some kind of immortality elixir or something.”
“That is totally rank,” Scout said, her face screwed into a look of disgust. “But I wouldn’t put it past them.”
“Temperance must not have known what these were,” Detroit said. “If she had, she’d have known this wasn’t a clinic.”
“I’m sure she did the best she could,” Scout said.
“We’ll let our guys figure out the details,” Jason said. “Scout, take pictures of the whiteboards so we can turn them over. Lily, as soon as she’s done, erase them.
All
of them. We’re not helping them preserve whatever ‘science’ they’ve done here.”
We followed his directions. Scout walked slowly around the room, snapping photos with her camera so we had proof of what the Reapers had been up to. I followed behind her. Each time she snapped a photo, I used my sleeve to wipe off the writing.

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