Fade Out

Oliver looked frustrated enough to claw steel. “No, we are not debating it. The girl clearly has a co

“Don’t be stupid. Amelie may have a co

“So are vampires,” Pe

“I was never in Bedlam,” Myrnin said. “Although I hear you picked off inmates there when the rats ran scarce.”

That must have been a serious vampire insult or something, because Pe

Myrnin didn’t even bother to react. He yawned.

“Oliver,” he said, “control your beast before I am forced to.”

Pe

Myrnin’s eyes sparked red, and he grabbed Pe

Bones snapped. Pe

“Boys,” Oliver said coolly, “the question at hand is an important one: Do we allow Amelie to continue to run Morganville? Or do we use the girl to take it from her control, once and for all?”

Myrnin sighed. “You do understand that Amelie is aware of your intentions? That she’s pla

“I’d hate to disappoint,” Oliver said. “And she has become weak. The weak can’t lead.”

“I’ve known Amelie a very long time, and I would never describe her as weak.” Myrnin lit up another cigar, with much puffing and use of a lighter with a hot blue flame. Claire almost choked on the smoke. Her eyes burned and teared, and she had to wipe them clear. “Wounded, perhaps. Less certain of herself than before. But not weak, which you will discover if you think to push her.”

Oliver frowned at him. “I thought you were with me in this.”

“Did I say that? Well, I’m not very reliable, as you know.” Myrnin closed his eyes in delight as he drew in the smoke from the cigar. “You very nearly succeeded in bribing me with these excellent Cubans. I haven’t had the like since Victoria was still Queen of England. But in the end, I must remain loyal to my lady. And I really can’t allow you to torment my apprentice. After all, that’s my job.”

“I thought that might be the case,” Oliver said.

He pulled a stake from inside his coat and slammed it into Myrnin’s chest.

Claire screamed and lunged for Oliver, or at least she started to—the limousine violently swerved, sending them all flying, and Claire ended up on the carpeted floor with Myrnin’s deadweight on top of her. Something hit them, hard, and Claire felt the car lift, twist in the air, and slam down on its top, sending her and Myrnin in a tangle to the roof of the limo.

Oliver and Pe

Oliver was looking at her like lunch, too.

The side window had broken out when the car rolled. Claire grabbed Myrnin’s shoulders, crawled backward through the wrecked window, and dragged him along with her. As soon as she had his chest clear of the limo, she wrapped both hands around the stake and yanked it free with a wrench.

“Ahhhhhh!” Myrnin screamed, and came bolt upright, both hands slapping at his chest. “My God, I hate that!”

Pe

Angry as hell, though.

Pe

“What’s a familiar?” she asked Myrnin.

“A demonic spirit who aids a witch,” he said. “Usually in the form of a black cat, but I suppose you’d do. Although in my experience you are not nearly demonic enough.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Myrnin raised his eyebrows and thrust his chin at Pe

Claire had a very nasty flash of intuition. “Where’s Oliver?”

And then a cold hand closed around her neck, choking off her breath and igniting blind panic inside. She was pulled away, completely off balance and out of control, and saw Myrnin spi

It all freeze-framed for her: Myrnin, bloody and wide-eyed, reaching out for her. Pe

That was a vampire car.

And the driver’s side door was open.

Claire choked, gasped for breath, and tore at the hand holding her throat closed. No good. Her fingernails didn’t concern him any more than her heels when she kicked backward.

“Hush,” Oliver chided her, and squeezed harder. “I’d like to say this will hurt me more than you, but that wouldn’t be strictly true—”

He broke off with a stu

Oliver was staring down at his chest, where the point of a stake had emerged from his rib cage.

“Damn,” he said, and pitched down to his knees, fighting it all the way.

Michael was behind him.

Michael had just staked Oliver.

He dashed around the older vampire and grabbed Claire. “You okay?”

She couldn’t get words out through her bruised throat, but she nodded, eyes wide. In seconds Myrnin was there, too, picking her up and dumping her unceremoniously into Michael’s arms. “Take her,” he said. “Oliver is not going to be pleased, boy. Better go.”

“I had to,” Michael said. “I had to stake him. He was going to kill her.”

“In point of fact, he wasn’t; he was going to hurt her so badly that Amelie would feel it, that’s all. But that’s not what I meant. You crashed a car into the limousine. Oliver loves his limousine.”

Michael opened his mouth, then closed it without thinking of anything to say to that.

Myrnin, watching Pe

“Take her.”

Michael nodded, and Claire lost all sense of where she was, except that she was held firmly in his arms, and moving fast. Lights flashed by, moving too quickly for her to focus on. The burning in her throat died down from a bonfire to a slow broil, and she tried clearing it. It felt like gargling with glass, but she got a weak sound out.

Michael slowed to a normal human-speed run, then a walk, and Claire saw that they were back at the TPU theater. Eve, Shane, and Kim were standing in front of Eve’s car. Two of them looked shocked; Kim just looked like none of it was much concern of hers.