'Sam was old enough to survive such a thing — but only barely. If the stake had remained in his chest much longer, or the sun had burned him, he could not have survived. Had the assassin succeeded in attacking Michael, he would have died almost instantly. It would take decades for him to build up an immunity.'
Claire's mouth opened, shut, and opened again when she found the words. 'You mean — vampires don't die from stakes in the heart?'
'I mean that it takes quite a lot to kill one of us,' Amelie said. 'More every year we survive. You could put a stake through my heart, and I would simply pull it out and be very annoyed with you for ruining my wardrobe. If I failed to remove it within a few hours, it would damage me, perhaps seriously, but it would not destroy me in the way you're thinking. We are not so fragile, little Claire.' Her teeth gleamed for a second like pearls as she smiled. 'You would do well to tell your friends. Especially Shane.'
'But — Brandon — '
Amelie's smile faded. 'He was tortured,' she said. 'Burned with sunlight to reduce his resistance. By the time he was murdered he had no more strength than a newborn. Shane's father understands us too well, you see.'
And now, so did Claire. Which probably wasn't good. 'The cops took Shane and Eve to the police station. I don't want anything to happen to them.'
'I'm sure you don't. As I did not want anything to happen to my dear Samuel, who would willingly die for the rights of breathers in this town.' Amelie's tone had gone cold and dark, and it gave Claire a deep-down trembling in her stomach. 'I wonder if I have been too lenient. Allowed too much freedom.'
'You don't own us,' Claire whispered, and it seemed like the bracelet around her wrist tightened all of a sudden, pinching. She grabbed at it, wincing.
'Do I not?' Amelie asked coolly. She exchanged a glance with the vampire at the door. 'Let her leave. I am done with her.'
He bowed slightly and stepped out of the way. Claire resisted the urge to lunge for the exit. Being in the same room with Amelie, never mind her guard, was scary and intense, but she needed to at least try. 'About Shane and Eve — '
'I don't interfere in human justice,' Amelie said. 'If they are innocent, then they will be released. Go now. I shall expect you to attend to Myrnin today, and I have arranged for some additional classes at university for you to attend. A list has been provided to you at your home this morning.'
Claire hesitated.
'Sam was supposed to take me to Myrnin — who's going to — '
Amelie spun on her, and there was something wild and terrible in her eyes. 'Little fool, don't bother me with trivia! Go now!'
Claire ran.
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The house was empty when she arrived. No Shane, no Eve, and she hadn't seen Michael again at the Elder's Council building before Hans and Gretchen had bundled her off. Claire felt very alone, and she locked all the doors and made sure of all the windows.
The house felt ... warm, somehow. Not in the hot-air sense, but cozy. Welcoming. Claire put her hand flat on the wall in the living room. 'Can you hear me?' she asked, and then felt stupid. It was just a house, right? Just wood and bricks and concrete and wiring and pipes. How could it hear her?
But she couldn't shake the feeling that the house had jabbed her awake this morning, her and Shane and Eve. That it had been trying to warn them. The house had saved Michael, after all, when he'd been killed by Oliver; it had given him what life it could, as a ghost. It wanted to help.
'I wish you could talk,' she said. 'I wish you could tell me who tried to kill Sam.'
But it couldn't, and she was talking to a dumbass wall. Claire sighed, turned away, and caught a glimpse of a piece of paper stirring in a breeze.
A breeze that wasn't there.
The paper was lying on the table, on top of Michael's guitar case. Claire grabbed it and read it, barely daring to believe —
What was she thinking? That the house was going to provide her with the name of Sam's would-be Van Helsing? Of course not. It wasn't an answer to her question.
It was a class schedule printout, stamped AMENDED in big red letters. Her core classes were mostly gone; the notation next to them showed that she'd tested out.
What caught her attention, though, was what had been scheduled in their place. Advanced Biochem. Philosophical Studies. Quantum Mechanics. Honors Myth & Legend.
Wow. Was it wrong that she felt her heart skip a beat over that? Claire checked the times, then her watch. She barely had an hour until the first new class, but she couldn't go yet. Not until she'd heard from Shane and Eve.
Thirty minutes later she was on the phone, trying to get somebody to answer her questions at the police station, when she heard the locks rattle on the door and Eve's voice saying, ' — dumbass,' and the knot of fear in Claire's chest began to loosen. 'Yo, Claire! You here?'
'Here,' she said, and hung up to come down the hall toward them.
Eve had her arm around Shane, half-supporting him. Claire blinked and focused on his face. At the swelling and bruises. 'Oh God,' she said, and hurried to his side to help Eve. 'What happened?'
'Well, Big Man here decided to get a little shirty with Officer Fenton. You ever see Bambi Versus Godzilla? It was like that, only with more punches,' Eve said. She sounded false and bright, like tinsel. 'I tried to take him to the hospital and get checked out, but — '
'I'm fine,' Shane gritted out. 'I've had worse.'
Probably true, but Claire still felt painfully helpless. She wanted to do something. Anything. She and Eve got Shane to the couch, where he collapsed against the cushions and closed his eyes. He looked pale, under the bruises. Claire stroked his matted hair anxiously, silently asking Eve what to do; Eve shrugged and mouthed, just let him rest. She looked scared, though.
'Shane,' Eve said aloud. 'Seriously, I don't want to leave you here alone. You need to go to the hospital.'
'Thanks, Mom,' he said. 'It's bruises. I think I'll live. Go on, get out of here.' He reached up and captured Claire's hand, and his dark eyes opened. Well, one of them. The other was swelling shut. 'What happened to you? You okay?'
'Nothing happened, I'm fine. I talked to Amelie.' Claire pulled in a deep breath. 'Sam's going to be okay, I think.'
'And Michael? Michael was all right?' Eve asked.
'Yeah, he was all right. I'm sorry I couldn't get you out any earlier. Amelie — ' Probably best not to get into how not-bothered Amelie had been by the idea of Eve and Shane behind bars. 'She was busy with Sam.'
Eve shrugged and shot Shane an exasperated look. 'We probably would've been out of there in ten minutes if he'd behaved himself,' she said. 'Look, Shane, I know you're a hard-ass, but do you have to pick a fight with every jerk in the world? Can't you just choose half or something?'
'The scary thing? I do only pick fights with half of them. That's how many there are.' He groaned and adjusted himself to a more comfortable position on the couch. 'Crap. Officer Asshole can really hit.'
'Shane,' Claire said, 'really. Are you okay? I can take you to the hospital if you're not.'
'They'd just give me an ice pack and send me home, minus a hundred bucks I don't have.' He caught her hand in his. His knuckles were scraped. 'What about you? Nothing bitten or broken, right?'
'No,' she said softly. 'Nothing bitten or broken. They're angry, and they're worried, but nobody tried to hurt me.' She checked her watch, and her heart skipped and hammered faster. 'Um — I have to go. I have class. You're sure you're — '
'If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you,' he said. 'Go on. Eve, make sure she doesn't go wandering off by herself, okay?'
Eve already had her keys in her hand, and she was jingling them impatiently. 'I'll do my best,' Eve said. 'Hey. This came special delivery for you.' She tossed Claire a package with her name neatly lettered on it. Same handwriting, Claire thought, as the package that had held her bracelet.
This one held a sleek new cell phone, complete with MP3 player and a tiny little flip-open keypad for texting. It was on, and it was fully charged.
