Lili St Crow - Reckoning

Like the rest of the daylight world.

I was thinking. About Graves, and Christophe. About Gran and Dad and Mom, and about gone and forever, and about coming back. About promises and shipwrecks and holding on, and how it hurt.

About being human, and what “human” even meant .

“You okay?” Nat finally asked. “You wanna be alone, or . . .?”

A while ago, I would’ve said yes , to save her some trouble. But now, I just told the truth. “No.” I put my chin on my knees. “No, I really don’t. Have a seat?”

She sank down opposite me. I guess she was searching for something to say. So I searched too. Found it, and plunged ahead before I could lose my nerve.

“So. Did Shanks ask you out yet?”

She laughed. Her eyes glittered blue for a moment. “What?”

My throat was full. “I mean, I’ve been away. I’m behind on gossip.” Treat me like a normal girl, please. If you can. This grown-up thing sucks . “Did he?”

And God bless her, but I guess she understood. “Kind of. We got milk shakes. It’s a start.”

“Guess so.” Another long, awkward silence. “Nat . . .”

“It’s okay, Dru. Really.” She scooched back a little and brought her legs up, crossing them tailor fashion. Settled in, nice and comfortable. “You’ve just got to decompress. Just take it easy tonight, sleep during the day, and tomorrow night you can go back to your regular round of tutors, sparring, and lunches.”

I groaned and she laughed again. A nameless tension I hadn’t even noticed eased, and my lungs could expand again. I stared out at the garden below my window. Footsteps passed by in the hall—a djamphir ’s light tread.

A guard. Probably Benjamin, he kept muttering about not letting me out of his sight , dammit, in case I took it into my head to Do Something Else.

I swallowed, hard. “Sergej’s dead.” It didn’t sound real when I said it out loud. “Right?”

“The nosferat are still out there. They’re just confused and scattered.” Nat’s tone was sober. “There’s other things, too. I wouldn’t trust the Maharaj.”

Word . “Me neither. They don’t seem too warm and cuddly.”

She found this funny. At least, she snorted. “But as long as you don’t go running off again, things might possibly settle down. I could use some downtime. Haven’t been shopping in ages .”

I hate shopping. But going out with Nat seemed like a good idea. “That sounds good. We can start at one end of Fifth Avenue and go all the way through. When do you want to do it?”

“Holy shit! ”

I actually jumped. But when I looked at her, she was grinning broadly.

“Who are you,” she continued, “and what have you done with Dru?” The flash of her white wulfen teeth in the faint dusky light should’ve scared me. It didn’t. She was just Nat.

Just my friend.

Oh, nothing. Just went on a several-state odyssey and almost got killed . “Grew her up a little, I hope. Seriously, Nat, when do you want to go shopping? I might even try on some shoes.”

“You’re a pod person,” she announced to the rest of my bedroom, as if there was an audience out there. “You’ve kidnapped my friend. Sucked her brain out! Not that she had much to begin with, but—”

“Bite me.” The laughter didn’t hurt, now. I didn’t even feel weird saying it. Bite me .

Pretty funny, for a part-vampire.

“Ha. You wish . Lesbo vamp girl.”

“Lesbo?”

“You love me.”

“We’d never work, Nat. You’re too high maintenance.”

We both cracked up, and right then, the darkness was kind.

She was right. Tomorrow was early enough to start worrying about everything else. So I let go of my knees, sat cross-legged like her, and together, Nat and I watched the night roll in.

STRANGE ANGELS

BETRAYALS

JEALOUSY

DEFIANCE

RECKONING