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“The wraiths will still be coming after me.”
“There are people in Black Cross who know more about wraiths. We should be able to get you help, even if you don’t come with me—but I wish you would.”
“I’ll come with you.” I knew I could do it. There was no future for me anywhere in the vampire world. “I just wish I knew what I’ll become.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not going to become a full vampire. Not ever.” I turned my face up to his. “But if I’m not going to be a vampire, what becomes of someone like me?”
Lucas gave me an uneven smile. “I don’t know. But I’m guessing it’s whatever you want to be.”
We kissed each other tenderly, then simply gazed at each other for a few moments. There were times during the past year when we’d hardly been able to keep our hands off each other, but this night was different, quieter. I think we both knew how important this moment would be.
Finally I said, “The last Friday in May.”
“Is that the last day of exams?”
“Yeah. That means it’s also the day tons of cars will be pulling up to take students back home. I can slip away easily in the crowd. My parents—they’ll assume I went home with Raquel or somebody. That will buy us a few days while they call around looking for me.” Despite everything, I didn’t doubt they’d search. “I could leave tonight—I wish I could—but they’d know right away something was wrong. If we wait for the last Friday in May, it’s our best chance to get a head start.”
“Only one more month, then.”
“Until we’re together all the time.”
“I meant, one more month for me to figure out what we’re going to do afterward,” Lucas said. “But I’ll figure it out. I promise, Bianca, I’ll take care of you.”
I pushed his scruffy hair back from his face. “I’ll take care of you, too.”
Far away, something snapped with a sharp pop. Lucas and I both jerked upright, but to my relief, it turned out to be nothing—a tree branch, probably. Still, the moment had reminded us both how dangerous it was for Lucas to be here.
“You have to go,” I said. “Right away.”
“I’m going. Love you.” Lucas kissed me roughly, bruising my mouth. His hands gripped my hips, and I wished I could keep him close.
But when he pulled away, I let him leave. He ran into the underbrush without looking back. I knew why he had the strength to do that. It was easier to say good-bye when it wasn’t for long.
May was just about the best month of my life, at least at first.
Every single day was just a box on the calendar that I could put a red X through; each one brought me closer to Lucas and to liberty. I day-dreamed through classes and was spoken to sharply—not just by Mrs.
Bethany but by my other teachers, too. What did I care? If I flunked all my exams, it wasn’t like I’d be around to pick up my report card. It was easier to stare out the window and fantasize about Lucas, fiddling with the obsidian pendant around my neck, than it was to concentrate on Henry V.
Sometimes I felt weird tremors of uncertainty—I won’t go to college now. How will I keep in touch with Vic and Raquel? Will I ever see Balthazar again? How will I protect myself from the wraiths? Can I bring my telescope? But nothing was as important as escaping Evernight or the “destiny” my parents and teachers had decided on for me. I had only one chance to be free and to be with the guy I loved. I intended to take it.
I even started packing the few clothes I had in Mrs. Bethany’s carriage house. That’s what I was doing one night in mid-May when a rap on the door startled me.
Who could it be? I quickly stowed my half-packed bag under the bed, hurried into her living room, and called, “Come in!” Mrs. Bethany entered, imposing in a long black skirt and gray, high-necked blouse. “What a nuisance,” she said, apparently to herself.
“Knocking on one’s own door.”
“Hey, Mrs. Bethany. Is there something you need?” If I was helpful, I reasoned, she’d get out faster.
She didn’t pause as she swept past me into her bedroom. “I require some of my things and wanted to ensure that you hadn’t failed to water the violets.”
“They’re doing great, actually.”
“So I see.” Mrs. Bethany froze and stared at the wall. “What on earth is that monstrosity?”
“Oh, you mean the art project? That’s one of Raquel’s collages. She calls it Those Lips Will Lie to You.” It was a huge mural with all different kinds of mouths, magenta and peach and orange with lipstick, inter-cut with jagged black streaks and bolts. There were knives and guns, too, because Raquel said no artwork about the deception of love would be complete without some hostile phallic symbols. “Do you like it?” Mrs. Bethany held one hand to her throat. “You do intend to remove this when you leave?”
