Stargazer
Page 42“If you want to go back downstairs—”
“I’m not leaving you here alone,” he said so firmly that I felt embarrassed for even joking that he might’ve been afraid.
“I think I’ve seen wraiths three times now. Three different places—
the great hall, the stairwell, and here. I don’t think it had anything to do with this specific room.”
Balthazar was obviously not convinced, but he said only, “So, what are we looking for?”
“Any connections between vampire students from long ago and human students today.”
“That doesn’t narrow it down much, Bianca.” That was an understatement; despite Mrs. Bethany’s cleaning job, the room was still stacked with crate after crate of documents dating back more than two hundred years. “I guess we’d better begin.”
We opened lids and started sifting through yellowing old pages. Dust puffed up from the fragile, yellowing documents, and I had to keep brushing my dress clean; we couldn’t go downstairs all dirty. Balthazar called out one series of names while I silently read another: Tobias Earnshaw. Agatha Browning. Dhiram Patel. Li Xiaoting. Tabitha Isaacs.
Noor Al-Eyaf. Jonathan Donahue. Sky Kahurangi. Sumiko Takaha-ra. The names we found came from different countries and centuries; all they had in common was that they didn’t tell us anything. Evernight Academy was a fairly small school, so between Balthazar and me, we knew the names of pretty much all the human students. None of them connected in any obvious way to the vampires we found in the records room.
“We didn’t prove your theory, but we didn’t disprove it either. The trouble is—there’s just too much paper. We can’t look through this usefully without knowing more about what we’re looking for.” Balthazar pulled a pocket watch from his jacket and frowned. “We need to get back soon. They’ll notice that we were gone, but if we come back, they’ll assume—”
“Right.” Thinking of what people would assume made me bashful, and I couldn’t quite look Balthazar in the eye.
“We’ll keep looking into this. I promise.”
“Thanks.”
We made the trip downstairs without being seen, and Balthazar sounded relieved. “Good. I don’t want to give you a scandalous reputa-tion.”
“Vampires can be scandalized?”“You should know better than anyone.” He took my hand as we headed back to the dance floor. “Come on. Let’s start a scandal.” This time, when we started dancing, it wasn’t just for fun. Balthazar held me closer then he had before, closer than anyone but Lucas had ev-er held me, so that our bodies were pressed together tightly. We weren’t part of the whirling procession of dancers all around us. We moved more slowly, as if pretending that there was nobody else in the world, and that we were all alone. In truth, I was more aware than ever that we were being watched. I could sense the chaperones’ amusement, others’ interest, and Courtney’s glowering jealousy.
It’s all a game, I told myself. It doesn’t mean anything to either of us.
At one point, Balthazar’s hand brushed against another girl’s gown, and he winced. “What the—”
We fell out of the dance, moving to the side of the room. I took his hand in mine and saw a small red droplet on his index finger. “She must have pinned her dress.”
Balthazar shook his hand, then stopped. Slowly he brought his finger close to my lips—offering me his blood.
The vampires around us would recognize that as flirting. Drinking each other’s blood was intimate for vampires. The one who drank could sense the other’s most secret desires and emotions. Had Balthazar offered his blood to me only to complete the illusion that we were together, or did he mean it?
Either way, I couldn’t exactly say no.
My lips closed around his fingertip, and I brushed against the pad of his finger with my tongue. He tasted like salt. Though it was only one drop of blood, that was enough for me to sense a glimmer of what he felt, a strobe-light flash of his mind’s eye: me dancing in the green dress, darker and older and a thousand times more beautiful than I really was.
I swallowed, and it was like the world flashed black, then light again.
“Much better,” Balthazar said, his voice low, as he slowly pulled his finger from my lips. I realized I’d shut my eyes.
okay.” He smiled down at me, and he almost looked proud of himself.
Turning toward the dance floor, I said, too brightly, “Let’s dance, okay?”
“Let’s.” Balthazar’s hand closed around mine, and at the perfect moment, just on the beat, he pulled us back into the dance. The swirl of people all around us caught me up, as if I could feel the tempo of the music in my own pulse. The taste of blood had made me dizzy with excitement. Never again, I thought. Lucas wouldn’t like it. At all.
I stumbled a little on the slick floor and started to apologize—but then I slipped again. When I grabbed Balthazar’s shoulders to steady myself, he frowned, and I realized that he too was having difficulty remaining upright. We both looked down to see that we stood on ice.
All around the room, people began to murmur and shout in dismay as the ice thickened, crackling from a paper-thin sheet into a thick, uneven, blue-white surface. A couple of people fell, and one girl shrieked. I caught sight of a bundle of white flowers tied with ribbons on the wall; each petal was sparkling with frost, rigid, frozen solid.