by Rachel Caine
It was on the elevator ride up when Shane asked, “Are we really going back?”
It was a long ride; their rooms were on the very top floor of a very tall building. Nobody spoke, not even Michael. He rested his chin on top of Eve’s head and held her close, and she put her arms around him.
Shane looked at Claire, the question plain in his eyes. She felt the heavy weight of it, the absolute vital importance of it.
The claddagh ring on her right hand felt cold, suddenly.
“Seriously,” Shane said. “Can you leave all this? Just go back to that? Michael, you’ve got a future out here. You really do.”
“Do I?” Michael asked. He sounded tired and defeated. “How long do you think I could last before something went wrong, man? Morganville’s safety. This is—beautiful, but it’s temporary. It has to be temporary.”
“It doesn’t,” Shane insisted. “We can figure it out. We can. ”
Before Michael could answer, the floor dinged arrival, and they had to get out.
Oliver was standing in the hallway, wearing his leather coat and serious expression. No more Mr. Nice Hippie, obviously. He was standing as if he’d been waiting for them for a while.
Creepy.
All four of them came to a sudden halt, staring at him; Claire felt Shane’s arm tighten around her waist, as if he was considering moving in front of her. To protect her from what?
There was something odd about the way Oliver was looking at them—because he wasn’t looking at them, exactly. It was not his normal direct stare at all.
Instead, he silently dialed a number on the cell phone in his hand and put it on speaker, right there, standing in the middle of the hotel hallway. All the plush carpet and lights and normal life seemed to fade away as Claire heard a calm voice on the other end of the phone say, “Do you have them all?” Amelie. Cool, precise, perfectly in control.
“All except Jason,” Oliver said. “He’s on an errand. He’s not involved in this in any case.”
Silence for a few seconds, and then Amelie said, “I want you to know I take no pleasure in this. I have made it clear to you, Claire, that I value your service to me and to Morganville; that you are important to us. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her throat felt dry and tight, and her skin cold.
“Michael,” Amelie continued, “I have spoken with you in private, but I will make this public: you must return to Morganville. This goes equally for Claire. You must return. There is no argument, no mitigation. Oliver understands this very well, and he is standing as my enforcer in this matter. No doubt the lights are very bright in Dallas, and Morganville seems far away. I assure you it is not. I don’t doubt you have spoken of running away, of securing your freedom, but you must understand: my reach is long, and my patience is not infinite. I would much rather your parents continue in blissful ignorance of their danger, Claire. And yours, Eve. And even yours, Michael—even though they have left Morganville, they remain under my control, and always will.”
“You bitch,” Shane muttered.
“Mr. Collins, I will tolerate much from the four of you, including your occasional rudeness. I will allow you a great deal of freedom and latitude. But make no mistake: I will not let you go free. Make your peace with it as you can. Hate me if you must. But you will come back to Morganville, or suffer the consequences. You of all people know that I am quite serious about that.”
Shane went pale, and Claire felt every muscle in his body draw tighter. “Yeah, I know,” he said hoarsely. “Found my mom floating in a bathtub full of her own blood. I know how serious you can get.”
Amelie was silent again, and then she said, “Morganville may not be paradise, and it may not be the future you believe you deserve. But in Morganville, you and your families will remain safe and alive while it is within my power to ensure it. I give you my word, as Founder, that this will be so. Is this understood?”
“You’re holding our families hostage,” Claire said. “We already knew that.”
“And I wanted you to hear it from my lips, so there would be no mistakes,” Amelie replied. “And now you have. I will expect you back tomorrow. Good night.”
Oliver shut the phone off and put it away. He said nothing to them, just moved out of the way. For a few seconds the four of them just stood there, and then Shane said, “So that’s it.”
“Yes,” Oliver said. “Tomorrow, we return. I suggest you make the most of the time you have tonight.” He turned to leave, and then looked back over his shoulder—just one, fast glance. “And I am sorry.”
Shane, without another word, took Claire’s hand and led her to his room.
In the morning, with the sunlight falling over the two of them as dawn rose on their last day of freedom, Shane rolled over to look at her, propped himself up on an elbow, and said, “You know I love you, right?”
“I know.”
“Because I suck at saying it,” he said. “It’s a work in progress, all this relationship stuff.”
She hadn’t really slept all night. She’d been too busy thinking, worrying, wondering. Imagining all kinds of futures. Imagining this moment. And she felt as if she were falling from a very tall building as she asked, “Shane? Are you—are you going to come back? To Morganville?”
Apart from Frank, his now-vampire dad, there was nobody Amelie could hold over his head ... nobody but Claire and Eve and Michael, and, anyway, Amelie had never really needed Shane. Claire needed him, though. With every heartbeat she needed him more.
He looked at her, holding the stare for so long it felt as if the fall would go on and on, falling forever....
And then he said, very quietly, “How can I not go back? How can I let you go, Claire? We all stay, or we all go back. I’m not letting you go on your own.” He touched a fingertip to her nose, startling a laugh out of her. “Somebody’s got to be your bodyguard.”
She kissed him, and their skins warmed together in the sunlight; silently, Shane raised her right hand to his lips, and kissed her fingers and kissed the claddagh ring glittering there, that promise of the future that had so much meaning for him, in the past.
And then, one more time, while they were still completely free, he told her how much he loved her.
Afterward, going back to Morganville didn’t seem so dark.
TRACK LIST
As always, music drives the creative bus for me, so here are some songs that rocked this little road trip. Feed the artists, please. They deserve your support.
“Good 2 U”
“Fire”
“Guilty as Charged”
“Call in the Cavalry”
“Troubled Land”
“Luisa’s Bones”
“Looking Pretty, Pretty”
“Post Blue (Dave Bascombe Mix)”
“Running up that Hill”
“Sister Rosetta (Capture the Spirit)”
“Circle the Fringes”
“Nighttiming”
“I Can’t Do It Alone”
“Wish We Were Older”
“That Dress Looks Nice on You”
“Kill Kill”
“I Love You Good-bye”
“Prime Mover”
“I Don’t Live in a Dream”
“Down Boy”
“People C’mon”
“The Future’s Nothing New”
“Snakes and Lions”
“Gift”
“World Can’t Have Her”
Dave Mason
Daniel Lanois
Gym Class Heroes
The Shys
John Mellencamp
Crooked Fingers
TAB The Band
Placebo
Placebo
Noisettes
The Gutter Twins
Coconut Records
30H!3
Metro Station
Sufjan Stevens
Lizzy Grant
Thomas Dolby
Steve Stevens
Jackie Greene
> Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Delta Spirit
The Alternate Routes
Melpo Mene
Curve
Cobra Verde
“Go My Way (The iPod Song)”
“Don’t Let the Devil Take Your Mind”
“Keeper”
“Lonely Ghosts”
“Mama Told Me (Not to Come)”
“2080”
“Wild Life”
“Architeuthis”
“On Fire”
“I’m Good, I’m Gone”
“Disappearing”
Bacon Brothers
Jackie Greene
Butterfly Boucher
O+S
Three Dog Night
Yeasayer
Bacon Brothers
Bacon Brothers
JJ Grey & Mofro
Lykke Li
Simon Collins
More playlists at www.rachelcaine.com
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
In addition to the Morganville Vampires series, Rachel Caine is the author of the popular Weather Warden series, which includes Ill Wind, Heat Stroke, Chill Factor, Windfall, Firestorm, Thin Air, Gale Force, and Cape Storm. Her ninth Weather Warden novel will be released in August 2010. She also writes the Outcast Season series, which currently includes Undone and Unknown. Rachel and her husband, fantasy artist R. Cat Conrad, live in Texas with their iguanas, Popeye and Darwin.
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