He died doing what he loved, her mother had always said, and for the first time, the thought didn’t make Skye want to scream. Dakota had taken his own wild chances. If he’d known he would hurt them all so badly and lose his own life, no, he would never have gone off-roading. But he hadn’t known. He had just been rushing out into life’s adventure, arms flung wide.

“I’m having my adventure now,” she whispered to the image of his smiling face. “And it’s a whole lot scarier than yours. But I’m going to have better luck. I know I will, because you’ll be looking out for me.”

Downstairs, she heard the front door open and shut, and two sets of footsteps coming toward her room. Skye rolled her eyes. Mom and Dad, finally on the scene, when she least needed them to be. “I hope you guys didn’t freak out,” she called. “The principal was totally off base, I swear. It’s nothing.”

“Oh, it’s something,” said Redgrave as he pushed open her bedroom door.

Skye screamed and flung herself backward, but there was nowhere to run. Charity was with him, and two other vampires, three, four—oh, God, how many were there? “How did you get in?” she cried.

“Once our dear Miss More joined us, and finally learned what was keeping us from paying you another call, she was kind enough to tell us that certain charms can repel the wraiths. Apparently her last, brief stay at Evernight Academy was highly instructive.” Redgrave lifted a chain from around his neck, from which dangled a copper key. “The wraiths loathe certain metals. Won’t come near a surplus of them. So we came with a surplus. But don’t worry, we’ll be leaving shortly. And you’ll be leaving with us.”

He stepped closer, and once again she felt that shroud descend over her—the one that wouldn’t let her move except as he wished. Skye could only stand still as Redgrave stroked her hair and said, “I did warn you, my dear. You’ve made your choice. And now it begins.” He leaned so close that his lips nearly brushed her cheek. “You’re mine.”

Chapter Twenty-five

BALTHAZAR DITCHED THE COUNSELING SESSION as fast as he could while appearing cooperative; the last thing he needed was for Zaslow to decide he should be questioned some more. As soon as he walked out, he heard the final school bell, and the hallways and quad were instantly flooded with students. He hurried through them as quickly as he could, heading toward his car. Reaching Skye as soon as possible was his only goal.

Even as he reached into his pocket, though, he noticed that several of the students—mostly the girls, but several of the guys, too—were looking at him in ill-disguised fascination, or whispering about him as they passed by. In the clamor of school letting out, he wasn’t sure what they were saying, but he had an idea … and was pretty sure Madison Findley got it started.

Gossip wasn’t his biggest problem at the moment. He picked up his cell to see that he had a message from Skye, sent a while ago: Redgrave called me. He was talking like whatever it is he’s going to do, he’s going to do it soon. Tomorrow, maybe. Let me know as soon as you’re free.

Quickly he texted Skye, I’m out of there. Are you all right? I’m headed your way.

Just as he pressed Send, someone stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Balthazar looked up to see Madison Findley standing there, all innocence, made-up and smelling strongly of perfume. “Mr. More?” she breathlessly said. “I just wanted to let you know—what people are saying—well, I for one totally believe in you.”

He gave her a look that showed more of his true power—more of his nearly four hundred years on earth—than he normally showed any mortal. She couldn’t have understood what that really meant, but her face paled slightly. “What are people saying, Madison?” Balthazar leaned slightly closer, the predator in him close to the surface. “Since you seem to know.”

“I didn’t mean to—well—it’s not my place to say,” she finally managed to get out.

Did she think she was fooling anyone with that act? He said only, “I’m leaving now, Madison. Excuse me.” Then he stepped past her, giving her distance, as if she were a pile of trash to be avoided.

When he looked down at his phone again on the edge of the parking lot, he saw that Skye hadn’t responded.

It had been a whole two to three minutes, at most.

Skye wouldn’t fail to answer instantly today unless—unless something was preventing her from answering.

Or someone.

Balthazar swung into his car and gunned the motor. If any students got in his way while he drove out, he’d just fulfill Nola Haladki’s dream and run a few over.

As he tore through the streets of Darby Glen, tires squealing on the asphalt, Balthazar kept glancing at his phone, as if somehow he’d missed its chime. It never blinked. No messages.

At one stoplight, he hastily typed, Skye? Did you get my last message? Are you OK?

She didn’t reply to that one either.

Balthazar drove even faster, almost blind to the road or anything else—which is why it shouldn’t have been so surprising when he zipped into an intersection at the same moment another car did.

For one split second it rushed toward him—this looming mass of metal—and then the shattering power of impact. The world turned into the sound of tearing steel, and glittering shards of broken glass.

After that, for several long moments, it was hard to say exactly what happened when. Balthazar knew that his car flipped and rolled. He knew that he was suspended upside down by his seat belt for a few seconds that still lasted too long. Although he could taste blood in his mouth, the wreck had done nothing very severe to his resilient vampire body.




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