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"I have to find him," he said. "I have to find him quickly. Tell me where he is!"
"I'll come with you!"
"No," he said. Had he ever looked this pale to her before? This . . . alien? "Just tell me, Claire. I travel faster alone."
Something inside her warned her not to say, not to trust him . . . but it was Myrnin. For all his faults, all his oddities, he wouldn't hurt her. Or Shane.
Still, she hesitated. "Just tell me why," she said, and shivered as the rain soaked through her jacket and began to crawl cold over her skin.
"He's in danger. Now, Claire, before it's too late!"
She couldn't banish that tingle of doubt, but she couldn't take the chance that he was telling the truth, either. Not if Shane was really in danger. "He was at Common Grounds," she said. "I think he was headed home. . . ."
Before she finished saying it, Myrnin was a flash through the rain, a shadow . . . and gone.
Claire fumbled in her pocket, pulled out her cell phone, and bent over to protect it from the rain as she quickly texted Shane. Get home fast, she sent. Something wrong. Run.
That was all she could do. There was a gnawing, terrible fear in her now. Myrnin wasn't playing around, hadn't been since he'd seen that message out in the desert. There was something more wrong than she'd ever seen it.
She hesitated, torn, and then ran for the science building. Another flash of lightning put her back on course, and she pounded up the steps, shivering from the chill, and skidded into the relatively dry shelter of the lobby. Hers weren't the only wet footprints, but they were definitely going to be the muddiest. She wiped her shoes as best she could on the mats, threw back her sodden hood, and ran down the hall to the stairs, then up to the offices. Professor Howard's door was shut. She knocked twice, didn't wait for an answer, and opened it to see him look up from his paperwork.
"Sorry," she said. "Got caught in the storm."
"I can see that, Miss Danvers. Have a seat; the chairs are plain wood for a reason."
"I can't, sir." She let her backpack slide off her shoulder - waterproof, luckily, with the rain still beaded up on its surface - and opened up the compartment to grab the envelope inside. She passed it over, her damp fingers leaving smudges on the surface. "I have to go. I'm so sorry, but it's an emergency!"
"What, another one?" Professor Howard eyed her cynically over the top of his reading glasses, unfolded the note, and then glanced back up at her with an entirely different expression. He carefully folded it again, slipped it into the envelope, and handed it back. "I'll expect you here to take the test tomorrow at noon, Danvers. No excuses other than death - do you understand me? Hospitalization will not cut it."
"Yes, sir! Thanks!" She hastily stuffed the note back in her pack, shouldered it, and hurried out of the office. She banged the door shut behind her and nearly flew down the steps again, down the hall, and yanked her almost-useless hood back up before plunging out into the rain again.
And ran into another vampire on the sidewalk.
Oliver.
What was this, Vampires Take Strolls Day? It was way out of character for Myrnin to be on campus, and now Oliver, too? This was starting to be less weird than outright terrifying.
"Where's Shane?" Oliver demanded. "I thought he'd be with you."
Suddenly, everyone wanted Shane. Claire blinked as rain dripped in her eyes. Oliver hadn't bothered with a raincoat or a hat, so he looked about as drowned as she felt. He also looked like he wasn't going to let that - or anything else - stop him. He had that same look, like Myrnin's - focused, intense, committed. But without that edge of sadness. Oliver's was all business.
"What the hell is going on?" she demanded. "Myrnin said - "
Oliver stepped into her personal space, chin lowered. That was, to put it mildly, intimidating. "Myrnin found you," he said. "Of course he did. He's tasted your blood - he can always find you if he wants to. What did he say to you?"
"He said Shane was in danger and he needed to find him."
"Did you tell him?"
She slowly nodded, not taking her gaze from Oliver's eyes. They were dark and unreadable, and rain dripped from his lashes.
"Then I have to hurry if you want me to save him," he said.
"Who? Myrnin?"
"Shane. Where is he?"
"Heading home from Common Grounds." She grabbed him by the arm, suddenly terrified he was going to bolt off like Myrnin, lost in the rain before she could draw a breath. "Wait! If you're going, take me! Please!"
"Bother," Oliver sighed, but he grabbed her around the waist, and suddenly she was being lifted, thrown with bruising force over his shoulder, and then . . .
. . . Then the world smeared around her into a blur. Rain whipped her like stinging lashes, and Claire hid her face as the wind rippled her clothes under its force. Too fast, too fast . . . She couldn't get her breath to protest, not that Oliver would listen to it anyway. She'd always known vampires could move fast, but this was insane. It was like being trapped in a wind tunnel, and if it hadn't been for his iron grip holding her legs, she'd have been torn away from him like some flapping piece of paper in a tornado.
It seemed to take forever, but it couldn't have been more than a minute or two at most before Oliver slowed and stopped, and Claire's whole body lurched as they decelerated. The change in speed threw her backward, and she felt him let go, but only enough to catch her as she tumbled off. He set her on her feet, and she stumbled as she tried to get her disorientation under control. There was a brick wall within reach, so she leaned on it, gasping.
Oliver stalked forward toward . . .
Toward Myrnin, in his thick black coat, who was holding Shane against the alley's other wall with his right hand, and drawing back with his left, claws catching the light in sharp angles. He hesitated as he spotted Oliver, and froze as he saw Claire's shuddering form.
"No," he whispered, then turned a glare on Oliver. "Damn you! She shouldn't have to see this!"
"Let the boy go," Oliver said. "Now."
Myrnin turned his attention back to Shane, who was fighting for his life but failing to break Myrnin's hold on his throat. His face was turning purple. "I can't do that," he said. He sounded sad and miserable, but determined. "I made a bargain. I intend to keep it."
Oliver didn't argue about it. He hit Myrnin from the side, like a freight train, and the two vampires flew off-balance through the air, then bashed into a giant rusty Dumpster, which rang like a bell from the impact. Myrnin jumped, snarling, and his coat flared like bat wings as he leaped for Oliver.
Oliver met him in midjump, slammed him against a wall, then down flat on the flooded alley floor with a splash of gray water.
Claire staggered over to Shane, who'd slumped down to a crouch. He was gagging for breath, and she could see the red marks on his throat where Myrnin had choked him. She put her arms around him, and Shane hugged her back with a desperation that surprised her.
"Get him out of here!" Oliver shouted, trying to hold Myrnin down. "Go home and stay there! Run!"
Claire grabbed Shane's hand and pulled him up to his feet, then yanked him into a stumble. The alley had protected them from some of the rain, but as they made it out into the street, the lash of the icy downpour took her breath away. No time for questions; Oliver had sounded utterly serious, and she didn't intend to take a risk. Not with Shane's life.
It took another couple of minutes to run through the blinding rain the remaining blocks to Lot Street. She half expected someone else - Amelie, maybe? - to jump out at them before they got to the shelter of the porch, but the streets were deserted. Morganville wasn't set up for heavy rains, and the gutters were already overflowing. The street was a lake, and the water was creeping inexorably into the yard under the picket fence.
Claire's hands were shaking, but she managed to get her key in the lock, open the door, and shove Shane inside. She slammed it behind them and shot all the bolts and locks home before she slumped down on the cheerful rag rug that Eve had put in the entry hall.
Shane collapsed next to her, just as drenched, and for a moment there was nothing but the sound of their raw gasps.
Claire leaned against him, and he put his arm around her. "Are you okay?" she asked in a small voice. She saw him swallow, and it looked painfully red all around his neck now.
