Insatiable

She didn’t look back.

She didn’t dare.

Chapter Sixty-three

10:00 P.M., Friday, April 23

Shrine of St. Clare

154 Sullivan Street

New York, New York

It wasn’t until they were more than halfway there that Meena stopped shaking and began to believe that she’d done it.

She’d told him no.

And she was still alive.

She’d survived.

She didn’t know what was going to happen next.

But she did know that the horrible empty feeling in her chest was gone. She could think about him and still breathe. She was safe.

And what’s more, she had a plan. More than a plan…she had a purpose, for the first time in her life.

Maybe everything was going to be all right, just like Alaric had said. Maybe she didn’t need to sleep in a windowless room anymore.

By the time the taxi pulled up in front of the rectory, it had stopped raining. The sudden storm had disappeared. She paid the driver and got out of the car, ru

Everything was dripping slightly, but Meena didn’t mind. It was as if the world had been baptized, washed new, just for her. It seemed like a lovely spring evening all of a sudden. Maybe she’d even corral Jon and Yalena into going out for a drink with her. Why not?

There was nothing to be afraid of anymore.

She pressed the buzzer.

Jon was the one who let her in, his clothes covered in drywall dust from all the work he’d been doing over at Adam and Leisha’s apartment.

“Hey, what took you so long?” he asked. “I thought you were just going to go see Leisha. Visiting hours ended a long time ago.”

Jack Bauer-sensing, as he always did, that Meena was home-leapt off the lap of Yalena, who’d been sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV, and raced toward her, barking happily.

“How’s my little man?” Meena knelt down to pet him, letting him lick her face. “Who’s been a good boy? Who saved the world today?”

“Well, he didn’t,” Jon said bluntly. “He took a dump in Sister Gertrude’s roses. She was not happy. I told her it was good fertilizer, but she was still none too pleased. Seriously, though. Where were you?”

“Did you take a dump in Sister Gertrude’s roses?” Meena asked her dog, picking him up and letting him lick her face some more. She ignored her brother’s question about where she’d been. “Who’s the worst boy? Who’s the worst boy in the whole world?”

Yalena, watching them over the back of the couch, giggled. Meena had been noticing lately that Yalena watched her brother, Jon. A lot. Meena wasn’t sure how aware Jon was of this, though.

But she did note that tonight Jon had rolled his thrift-shop T-shirt’s sleeves up very high. He usually did this, she’d learned from long experience, in order to show off his “guns,” of which he was inordinately proud, whenever there was an attractive female around he wanted to impress.

And he didn’t do it for just any girl.

It had to be Yalena he was trying to impress with his biceps. Who else could it have been around St. Clare’s? Every other female was a novice or nun.

Meena was pleased he’d transferred his affections from Taylor Mackenzie to someone a bit more attainable.

“Fine, don’t tell me where you’ve been,” Jon was saying to Meena in a voice about an octave deeper than the one he usually used. “Abraham is looking for you. He says there’s been some kind of, I don’t know, disturbance in Vie

“Because,” Meena said. She’d been wondering how she was going to explain this to Jon. And when. Now seemed like as good a time as any. “I’m going to start working for the Palatine.”

Jon, who was drinking a soda, immediately spat out the mouthful that he’d been about to swallow. This caused Yalena, still watching them both, to giggle some more.

“Wait,” he said. “What? What about Insatiable?”

“Well,” Meena said with a shrug. “I’m going to quit. I think it’s time I moved on. I need to start helping to make the world a safer place.”

“But you already do that,” Jon said. “You tell people all the time how they’re going to die. Not that anyone ever believes you. What makes you think this is going to be any different?”

“Uh,” Meena said, starting up the stairs with Jack Bauer at her heels, “because they’re paying me? So they might actually be inclined to listen.”

“Is not true no one believes her,” Yalena said from the couch. “I believe her.”

Jon gave Yalena a sour look. “Don’t encourage her,” he said. “Do you have any idea what she’s put me through my whole life, practically? You know they called her You’re Go

Yalena just giggled yet again at that remark.

Laughing, Meena hurried the rest of the way up the stairs. She wanted to put a sweater on before going to see what Abraham needed to speak to her about. It was a little drafty in the rectory.

She opened the door to her windowless little room-she’d speak to Sister Gertrude tomorrow about moving to a new room, one with windows-and headed straight to the small, neatly folded stack of thrift-shop clothes on the chair by her bed.

She took the sweater off the top of the pile and was heading back out the door when she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. Something on the bed. It hadn’t been there when she’d left for the hospital earlier. She came back into the room to see what it was, Jack Bauer trotting after her.

A letter.

There was a letter sitting tucked beneath the edge of her pillow on the bed.

Meena sat down on the bed and reached for the letter, Jack Bauer bounding up onto the mattress to lay down beside her.

Meena’s fingers froze, however, when she saw the envelope’s color and size.

Silver. The exact same color as the note that had been in the box Lucien had sent her. The box that had contained the tote bag with the ruby dragon slinking down the side.

The tote bag that was now, along with her laptop, in ashes up at St. George’s.

Her blood seeming to freeze inside her veins, Meena looked quickly around the tiny bedroom with its bare white walls-bare except for the crucifix hanging over her bed.

No. It wasn’t possible. How had he even gotten in there? It was a windowless room. The front door to the rectory-definitely a sacred threshold, the kind over which he’d assured her vampires couldn’t cross unless invited-was always, always locked. And they’d repaired all the windows damaged from last week’s attack…

Maybe, she told herself, even as her heart began to drum so loudly in her ears that its beat was all she could hear, he’d had the note messengered, and someone-Yalena, maybe-had dropped it off in her room…

But as she ripped the envelope open with shaking fingers and read his elegant, old-fashioned script, she saw that this was not what had happened. Not at all.

Meena, my darling, he’d written.

What I meant to say just now, though I was in too much sorrow and shock, was that I think it’s right and good for you to work for the Palatine. I hope they know how lucky they are to have you.

But that doesn’t mean I will ever stop trying to have you for myself. You know as well as I do, Meena, that we belong together.

I hope that day will come sometime soon.

In the meantime: truce.

With all the love in my heart, Lucien

Stu