I drop the knife and walk to the door at the front of the room. When I let Kyle in, he rushes first to Alias and then looks around in bewilderment.
Finally, he turns to me, "He got away?"
I shake my head, "Not exactly."
He's not satisfied with the answer and before he can ask what I mean, I walk over to Alias...and Hannah's still form.
"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before," I keep my eyes fixed on the floor. I hated keeping Alias in the dark, but it had to look real. I lay a hand on Hannah's shoulder.
"He's gone," I tell her. Alias frowns. When Hannah's eyes open, everything but joy vanishes from his face.
"How?" he asks me.
"Apparently Seers can implant images in people's minds," I look to Hannah, "You actually explained it to me in one of my visions. So, when Garret brought the knife down, I made him see his attack point as the middle of her body instead of where her heart was. I made Hannah see herself falling so that everyone, including her would think she was really dead. Sorry about that last part, by the way."
Hannah sighs, "I'm just glad we're finally rid of him."
My fist clenches. I forge a smile, "Yeah. Me too." Before I can dwell on the light any longer, Kyle hangs an arm around my neck and pulls me into a group hug with the other two.
"So," he says, "Blood bank stop on the way home?"
All of the tension in the room melts. I can't tell if we're laughing or crying, but either way, we're alive and together and not in a cell. Nothing else matters. Nothing at all.
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*Garret*
The air is knocked from my lungs when I finally hit the ground and the light recedes. As I come to my feet, something slams into the back of my knees. Another force holds my head in a bowed position while my hands are bound in a rough length of cord. Child's play.
Who and what do these imbeciles think I am?
As the iron grip releases my neck, I pull my head back, prepared to show them the meaning of power. My thoughts spin. In front of me, hands also bound and on his knees is the last person I'd expect to see.
As he takes in my face, I can see his shock rivals my own. I set my jaw. He does the same. They have two of us to deal with now.
Their funeral.
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VampireCalliope Jade Thistle. Her mother's favorite muse of Greek mythology. The color of her eyes. The name of the thorny flowers that decorated her back yard. They were beautiful, her mother said, beautiful and dangerous. Protected from threats by the th...
