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She introduced herself to Bliss, then took a seat at her bedside.
By evening, sensation had returned to Bliss's limbs, and she was feeling much better already.
"Take my hands, child," Nan said softly. Bliss placed both of her hands in the old lady's soft ones. Nan's hands were smooth and unwrinkled.
"Now close your eyes and take me back to yesterday evening. Show me everything you saw."
The glom. Nan would use the glom to read her mind, Bliss knew. She had to open her mind and let the old woman see.
Bliss nodded.
She closed her eyes.
Together, they saw what had happened. Bliss, waiting in the reception area for Kingsley. They saw Renfield bring a list of files to Priscilla DuPont. They saw Schuyler walk in and ask if she had seen Oliver. They saw several girls from Duchesne check out books for the next Committee meeting.
Then all went black. A dark, noxious smoke engulfed the entire area....
Bliss waited for the beast to appear, but all they saw was the thick, black smoke.
When she opened her eyes, Nan was scribbling in her notebook.
"Good," Nan said. "Now, if you please, lift your hair and show me the back of your neck."
The back of my neck?
Bliss did as told. Nan nodded. "You may put your hair down."
After the Warden left, her father walked in and hugged her tight.
Whatever test it was, it looked as though she had passed. The back of her neck...
Part of the test...
She thought of how Kingsley's hair was so long, it always covered the back of his neck. A fashion statement? Or was he hiding something?
Kingsley...who carried that book around with him all the time, the materia acerbus. Kingsley, who had taught her to palaver with the beast of her nightmares.
Kingsley Martin, who was part of an old, old, Blue Blood family. One of the most powerful, and the most prestigious...
Bliss closed her eyes. She saw the beast again, the beast had spoken to her. It had said one word...
Now.
Schuyler was brushing her teeth when her cell phone rang. She rinsed, gargled, and spit, quickly wiped her face, and ran to pick it up. It was early in the morning, and she was getting ready for school.
"Yeah?"
"Is that any way to answer the phone?"
"Oh, Bliss. Hey. Sorry. I thought it was Oliver. He always calls in the morning."
"Sorry to disappoint."
"No, not at all. How are you?" Schuyler asked. She had been meaning to visit Bliss in the clinic, but the past several days had been hectic, what with trying to keep up with a full class schedule, vampire lessons, and deal with the fact that her grandfather was getting ready for the battle royal of his life. The White Vote had been called, and the election was imminent.
"Better," Bliss said. "You, uh, know what happened to me, right?"
"Yeah," Schuyler said. "My grandfather said it was a Croatan, but that you were safe."
