"SO, LET ME GET this straight," said Maverick pointing to Luke. "You and Wynona are idimmu. But Ruthie's just human.""I'm not just human," snapped Ruthie. "I'm a human with a black belt." But was she still completely, one hundred percent human? I hoped so. "Nice," said Maverick, lifting his fist up to her. This sign of respect seemed to placate Ruthie and she smiled as she fist-bumped him. He continued his catalog. "And Tru, you seem to be idimmu, but I keep thinking about your biological father. Was he human? And did your mother turn into a usemi before you were born? I mean, how would that even work?" Everyone grimaced, thinking about Caroline being pregnant and going through the transformation."I think her biological father was akharu," Ruthie said. "Tru had a dream about Caroline and this man she was in love with. And he had fangs and glowing eyes. They were making out in the woods when Iosefa attacked them and bit her."Everyone stared at me wide-eyed. Maverick cleared
"THE ONLY THIING YOU need to know is that I'm not a vampire. And I don't drink blood." She crossed her arms and frowned, but behind her defensive stance I could see that she was hurt by our reaction. I'd never seen the unflappable Phoebe Efoti looking so fragile.Ruthie elbowed past Isaac and out of the car to hug Phoebe. "I believe you," she said. "You could never do that, even if you were a vampire." "Thanks," said Phoebe, squeezing her back. "Anyway, there's no such thing as a vampire like you see in the movies. Just crazy ass akharu. If humans can have a psychopathic serial killer like Hannibal Lecter - and yes, he was based on a real guy - then akharu and usemi can, too."There was a collective "Oh yeah" moment as we all nodded our heads. We couldn't argue with her logic. Killer werewolves and demented vampires could indeed simply be psychotic supernaturals. Every race had the potential for that kind of evil, and there were plenty of human examples throughout history.I pushe
WE ALL PILED BACK into our seats with Phoebe sitting in the front again. I noticed Wynona pressed up closely to Luke and frowned. She might have said she wasn't afraid of Phoebe, but she obviously still had doubts. I caught Luke's grin in the rearview mirror as he pulled back on the road. Apparently, he didn't seem to mind the close quarters one bit.On the drive, I continued to bring everyone up to speed, but I left some holes, some big holes. When I told them about Detective Winchester and Donavitch, how they tried to kidnap me, and how I'd been bitten, they were almost as horrified as me whenever I thought about it. "Now that guy was definitely a vampire - fangs, red eyes and everything," I shuddered. "Akharu may not all be vampires but some are," mused Zander. When Phoebe glared at him, he rolled his eyes. "Fine. Some are 'psychopathic akharu serial killers.'" He shrugged. "'Vampires' is just easier to say."Ruthie stiffened beside me. "Some akharu are cursed and some aren't,
AS WE PASSED THE sign for Santa's Village, someone's stomach growled. It set off a chain reaction and soon I was clutching my own gut to keep it from joining in. Zander chuckled next to me."Oh, for the love of puppies everywhere," said Ruthie. "Apparently, I'm not the only one starving," said Wynona. Maverick shook his head with exasperation. "We can stop at the summit to grab some food. It's coming up on the right." Luke nodded. "Sounds good."We were passing through the Santa Cruz Mountains on our way to Dr. Frankler's place in San Jose. Calling them "mountains" was generous since the summit height was only about 1800 feet. But they did get snow every year, not that it ever stuck. There was a fruit stand at the point of the mountain that sold all kinds of snacks, drinks, and produce. Luke pulled in and parked right up next to the store. Everyone bailed from the Suburban. I headed toward the piles of fresh fruit but stopped when someone pulled on my arm. It was Zander and
I REPEATED ZANDER'S EARLIER thought. "So, you think new triangle refers to a new leadership in the form of a new triad." "Yes." He stared at me patiently, his deep blue eyes beckoning me to continue."Okay. Maybe a new triad could represent its people better, as in there will be one from each group on it.""That's what Conrad thinks, too," said Zander, nodding eagerly. "And maybe it refers to a triangle on purpose because a perfect triangle has equal sides. And that could represent equal power."I nodded. Perhaps there was a revolution already in the works. I returned Zander's smile, realizing that I enjoyed puzzling this out together. It felt like we were a team, like he was really interested in hearing my opinion.I looked down at my phone. "What about Water, Earth, Heaven?""We wondered if that could refer to the pure races - sethian, akharu, and usemi.""What do they have to do with water, Earth, or heaven?" I asked. In the back of my head, I thought about what Maverick had
THE GPS TOOK US to a small condominium community tucked into a tree-lined neighborhood at the south end of San Jose. We parked along the sidewalk and filed out of Luke's SUV. I cringed when I thought about how we might appear to strangers. Eight teenagers wandering around looking like they were up to no good; that's what they'd see. And although Luke's leg had healed, his pants were bloody and torn. He caught me staring."Uh, I should probably change," he said, opening up the back of his Suburban.A moment later he returned, wearing a pair of black sweats and tennis shoes. He looked ready to hit the gym. "So, what's the doctor's house number?" asked Zander."B-13," I said with a wry smile.Ruthie heaved an exasperated sigh. Wynona scowled, scooting a little closer to Luke. "That's not foreboding or anything," Luke drawled."My, aren't we superstitious," said Phoebe, giving the southerners a patronizing smirk. I shrugged. "Someone has to live in number 13.""Yeah," muttered Ru
DR. FRANKLER GREETED EVERYONE but Maverick by name. She skipped over him and turned to Zander. He was standing next to me holding my hand and when she squinted at him, he tensed. Then her eyes smiled kindly. A wave of gratitude washed over me. So far, Zander's presence had been met with suspicion and outright hatred wherever he popped up."For the record, Zander," she said. "I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt because I believe Tru would know if your intentions aligned with your father's." I gasped. Apparently, she knew who Zander's father was. "I want you to know that I feel like I can trust you, too," she said. Zander blinked rapidly, his lips tightening. Before I could examine him more closely, the doctor moved on pausing in front of Maverick. She tossed me a raised eyebrow.I hurried to introduce them. "This is Maverick. He works for Ira--" "Sans Sebastian," she finished."You know Uncle Ira?" I asked."I do. Our paths cross from time to time."I could almost see t
"WELL," DR. FRANKLER SAID when no one spoke up. "Perhaps you'll tell me after I've shared a little more about myself."Ruthie sent me a nervous glance. I reminded myself that I trusted the woman in front of me. I didn't understand why yet, but I did. I sent Ruthie a calm smile.Dr. Frankler sat in the last empty chair, next to the fireplace, her legs crossed. Again, I was struck by how much younger she seemed and looked her over again, trying to discover what had changed. I could have sworn that her hair had streaks of gray, but now it was a full, chestnut brown. Some strands had escaped her quick bun and they hung down her neck in spirals. She was also missing her black-framed glasses, but she seemed to see us clearly without squinting. Her open gaze moved perceptively from one person to the next, finally zeroing in on Wynona."Wynona," she said, her voice smooth as butter. When she continued, I noticed a slight push to her voice. "What brings you and Luke all the way across the co