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“I really thought they’d follow us and you’d be safer at the party.
    What?” he asked when she didn’t immediately respond.
    “You’ve never apologized to me before.”
    “I said I was sorry the time I used your doll for target practice with the pellet gun.”
    “Because your mom had you by the ear.”
    “Well, what ever. Sorry.”
    “Thanks,” she whispered.
    “You’re welcome,” he whispered back.
    I suddenly felt like a third wheel. Weird.
    Nicholas scrambled to his feet. “We should go.”
    “She’s asleep,” Lucy said. I wasn’t, but I didn’t have the energy to tell her that.
    “I’ve got her,” Nicholas said grimly, picking me up and carry ing me to my room.
    CHAPTER 4
    Lucy
    Saturday morning
    Mornings were always quiet in the Drake household, even with nearly twenty people stuffed into its tiny rooms and narrow halls. Sunlight sparkled at the windows, made of some sort of treated glass. Ancient vampires can stand sunlight though they never really love it, but it dangerously weakens the younger ones, who haven’t had a chance to build up an immunity. I never took sunlight for granted now, or my ability to eat every meal with cutlery. Though, aside from the whole blood thing, the Drakes were very civilized. They used glasses and goblets, not plastic blood bags.
    Lady Natasha, by all accounts, was not civilized. She’d been Montmartre’s second-in-command and his lover. When he’d tired of her, she allied herself with a powerful vampire family. She knew the customs of the vampires, the Host, and the Hounds, and she was determined to bring them all together under her leadership.
    Biases ran deeply though, and so far she hadn’t managed to unite them. It wasn’t for an altruistic motive like ending what was basically a civil war; it was all about the power for her. And possibly sticking it to Montmartre.
    I’d seen the roses with his name on them.
    They didn’t bode well. He clearly wanted a Drake daughter to give him vampire babies— and the power of the council and the royal courts if Solange really did take them over. He wanted it all.
    Lady Natasha, who wanted him as much as she wanted power, wouldn’t be too keen on any part of that plan.
    If only vampire politics were on high school history exams, I’d be all set.
    Solange was still asleep, curled around the sunbeams falling on her pillow. I’d already noticed that she was sleeping later and later. I was starting to get nervous for her. Everyone else seemed to think it was a totally normal part of the change. I pulled a sweater on over my nightgown and added thick socks. It was always freezing in the Drake house, no matter the time of year. I went straight to the kitchen to make myself some tea and toast. No one else was awake. I ate my breakfast and then took my tea with me as I wandered through the house.
    In my sleep- dazed state, I’d actually forgotten about Kieran, tied to a sturdy chair in one of the parlors. I froze, cup halfway to my mouth. His eyes were intent, curious, edgy. I might not like his attitude, but I guessed I’d be edgy too if I was tied up in a vampire’s house. Especially if I was a brainwashed Helios-Ra agent. The gag was loose around his neck, lying next to his nose plugs. In daylight I noticed he was wearing black jeans and a black shirt, with bare straps where Helena had removed his weapons.
    “You look like you belong in a bad comic book,” I told him cheerfully.
    He stared at me. “You really aren’t bothered by the whole vampire thing, are you?”
    I shrugged. “Whatever.” It was obvious he didn’t know what to make of me. I approached curiously. I’d never actually seen a Helios-Ra agent before. I wondered what the fuss was about. He was barely older than we were. His hands were lashed loosely at the wrists so he could move them a little, but his shoulders were tied tighter to the chair back. He wore steel-toed army boots, also attached tightly at the ankles.
    “What did the Drakes do