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  A deep breath, in through my nose, out through my mouth—once, twice. I emptied my mind of extraneous thoughts, hyperfocusing on the sound of the clock. Seconds passed, a minute, maybe two. And then the room fell away.

  I was in the lab back at Winterhaven. Just like before, microscopes lined the far wall, a Bunsen burner on one of the black-topped tables. I saw the hands, holding a dropper, extracting a liquid from a small vial and dropping it into a test tube. One drop. Two. Three. Then the vial was capped and put into a little wooden rack. As the hands reached for a second vial, I forced myself to pull back, to look around the room. The clock on the wall read five forty-five; one long, rectangular fluorescent light was flickering, making a faint buzzing sound. I pulled back farther, mentally moving myself toward the door. Turning my head to the left, I found him—the owner of the hands. His back was to me, but I could tell he was tall. Blond. Familiar. He capped a second vial, placing it in the rack, turning slightly so that I could just make out his profile . . .

  “Oh my God!” I cried, my eyes flying open as I was pulled from the vision. “I know who it was.”

  4 ~ Jack of Spades

  As soon as we were all back at Winterhaven on Sunday afternoon, I gathered everyone in Cece’s and my room and told them about the vision—and about my successful replay.

  “It was Jack,” I said.

  “Seriously?” Kate chewed on her lower lip. “I mean, yeah, he turned into a total douchewaffle, but still. Why would he do something like that to Aidan? I thought they were friends.”

  “I have no idea,” I said with a shrug. But it had been his face I’d seen in my vision—Jack’s. I was one hundred percent sure. My visions didn’t lie.

  “Maybe I should start tailing him,” Cece offered. “You know, astrally speaking. See what the boy’s up to.”

  “No way. That’s against the COPA. I don’t want you getting in trouble.” I shuddered, remembering the vision I’d had last fall—the one where Cece had been expelled. It had something to do with me sending her out snooping for clues. There was no way I was going to risk it. Nope, not a chance.

  “So . . . what now?” Sophie asked. “What does Dr. Byrne think?”

  “I haven’t told him. Aidan’s kind of a—a sore subject with him. I’m pretty sure he thinks it’s better this way. That I’m better off without him.” I glanced over at the window, where fat, soft snow fell silently against the glass, and sighed.

  Where was Aidan, and what were they doing to him? I’d asked myself these questions a million times a day, and yet I was no closer to answering them now than I’d been two weeks ago. The moment I’d arrived back at Winterhaven, I’d gone straight to the headmistress’s office, ready to confront Mrs. Girard. Only Mrs. Girard wasn’t there. Just as Matthew had said, she’d taken a temporary leave of absence and Dr. Ackerman was acting headmistress. No one could tell me where Mrs. Girard was or when she was expected back.

  What the hell is going on?

  Anger shot through me, quickening my pulse. Jack had done this to Aidan. Jack, whom I’d always considered a friend. He’d been on our side, one of our Scooby Gang. I was going to find him and kill him. Okay, maybe not literally, but—

  “Hey! Earth to Violet!” Cece was gesturing toward my desk. “Isn’t that your phone?”

  It was Matthew’s ringtone. Great.

  I let it go to voice mail. I was pretty sure he was over at Charlie’s, which is apparently where he went when he wasn’t here at school. I knew it shouldn’t bug me, that I had no right to care one way or the other. But it did bug me.

  I mean, he took the Megvéd stuff so seriously. And according to the legend, that meant he was supposed to be my “mate” in every way. So what the heck did that make Charlie? Also, what kind of name was “Charlie” for a woman? It sounded silly and immature, like she was trying too hard to be cool or something.

  Jealousy thrummed through me, and I forced myself to shake it off. I was so not going there. Matthew was a teacher—a teacher—and besides, I was in love with Aidan. I was going to find Aidan, even if it meant slaying the entire freaking Vampire Tribunal to get to him. If they doubted I was capable of it, then they were going to be in for a surprise when—

  “God, Violet—snap out of it!” Cece peered up at me with drawn brows.

  “I—I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I’m just . . . really distracted right now. I need to find Jack.”

  Kate rose, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “I’m going with you.”

  I shook my head. “I think I need to do this alone.”

  Kate’s determined gaze met mine. “No way. He may need a little helpful persuasion to talk. I’ll make sure you get your answers.” For such a tiny thing, she looked fierce. I almost felt a little bit afraid of her.

  Sophie glanced from Kate to me, a scowl on her face. “So, what do you want me to do? Just sit here twiddling my thumbs while the two of you go gangbusters on him?”

  “Where’s Marissa?” I asked her, stalling.

  Sophie wrinkled her nose. “Where do you think? Somewhere with Max.”

  “Hey, speaking of, have you seen Tyler yet?” Kate’s expression softened a measure.

  For a moment there, Sophie looked confused. “What does Tyler have to do with—oh, right. Roommates. Didn’t you see him over break?”

  “No. He was in Texas. And unlike you, my astral self goes nowhere. We texted some and talked a couple of times. I dunno, though . . . He was acting kind of weird.”

  “That’s because he is weird,” Sophie shot back.

  Kate waggled her brows. “If by weird you mean totally hot and freaking adorable. I’m telling you, that boy can do things with his tongue that—”

  “Ugh, stop!” Sophie held up one hand. “Please. I don’t even want to think about it.”

  “Um, Jack?” I reminded them.

  Kate nodded. “Right. First things first. Let’s go kick some ass.”

  My mouth widened into a smile. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.

  * * *

  We found him a half hour later inside one of the labs. The moment we stepped through the door, Kate had him in a telekinetic choke hold with the help of his shirt’s collar.

  “Why did you do it?” I asked, cutting right to the chase before Kate strangled him.

  “Do what?” he managed to choke out.

  In response, Kate slammed him back against a black-topped table. He struggled to right himself as test tubes skittered across the table and smashed onto the floor at his feet.

  His eyes widened as he tugged at his collar, gasping for air.

  “Let him talk,” I said. “I want to hear what he has to say for himself.”

  She released him, and he took a big, gasping breath before answering. “I told you, Kate. You were a distraction. I needed to focus on . . . on the team,” he stammered. “You know, football. And on my research. Anyway, what does it matter? I heard you and Tyler Bennett are already hooking—”

  “We’re not talking about that, you moron.” Kate’s cheeks were flushed a deep scarlet.

  I launched myself at him, jabbing a finger at his chest. “He trusted you,” I said, my voice thick with rage. “How could you do this to him? You—you—destroyed him.”

  “Look, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jack said, trying to back away. His eyes appeared hollow, almost blank. He was lying; I knew he was. “But why don’t you call off your pit bull here”—he tipped his head in Kate’s direction—“and maybe we can talk.”

  “Like hell she will.” Kate slammed him back against the table for emphasis. “You’re the one who’s going to talk. And you better start—now.”

  Kate must have tightened her grip on his collar—his eyes were nearly bulging out of his head, his face turning purple. He made a frantic motion with one hand.

  Glaring at him, I folded my arms across my chest. “Let him go, Kate. I think he’s ready now.”

  He collapsed to the floor with a gasp. Kate and
I stood over him, waiting for him to catch his breath.

  He directed his cold, blue gaze at Kate. “I’m turning you in for violating the COPA,” he finally managed to croak. “Crazy-ass bitch.”

  “Yeah, you go right ahead and do that, asshole,” Kate shot back. “You make sure and tell Mrs. Girard why I did it, too. Tell her what you did to Aidan.”

  He scrambled to his feet, knocking over a chair in the process. “Who the hell do you think made me do it?” he said, his face a mottled red now. “I had no choice. No. Choice. Don’t you get it?”

  I shook my head, confused. What is he saying? “Who made you do it, Jack?”

  He glanced around the room, then dropped his voice to a near whisper. “Mrs. Girard. Listen, if there’d been any other way, if I could have just . . .” He trailed off, shaking his head. “She threatened my brother, okay? She’s a vampire, in case you forgot. A fucking vampire, and I thought—I thought—” He leaned back against the table for support, his eyes closed, his face pale and ashen now.

  Finally, he opened his eyes. It took a moment for them to focus on me and Kate, standing there gaping at him in shock. “I couldn’t risk it,” he said. “I couldn’t risk him. You’ve got to believe me. I never set out to destroy Aidan. I was just, you know, messing with stuff. I had no idea that my changes to the serum were making him go out and attack people.”

  I dropped my head into my hands. “I can’t believe this. I can’t freaking believe it. Why? Why would Mrs. Girard do this?”

  “He doesn’t know.”

  I glanced over at Kate, who was watching Jack intently, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “He doesn’t know,” she repeated. “He’s telling the truth. They’re playing us—first Dr. Blackwell and now Mrs. Girard. Pitting us against each other.”

  “What are we supposed to do now?” I asked, looking from Kate to Jack and back to Kate again. Oh my God, the way he was looking at her, like his heart was breaking into a million pieces.

  “Wait, that’s why you broke up with her, isn’t it?” I asked, realization dawning on me. “Because of this. Because of what you were doing to Aidan.”

  A muscle in his jaw flexed. “No shit. I couldn’t face her—touch her—after what I’d done.”

  “Damn straight,” Kate murmured, but I could see her resolve crumbling.

  Jack reached a hand out to her. “I’m sorry, Kate. Really, really sorry.”

  “Do you have any idea what you . . . I mean . . . just . . . ugh! I can’t do this right now.” She turned and fled, pausing at the door. “I’ll see you later, Violet. Come find me when you’re done here, okay?”

  “Okay,” I assured her. “Go on. I’ll catch up with you.”

  As soon as the door slammed shut, I turned back toward Jack, eyeing him with a mix of pity and disgust. “So, you sabotaged Aidan’s work. You betrayed a friend. You dumped Kate, walked away from all of us. What are your big plans now?”

  “I don’t know what to say, Violet.” He reached up to rub his temples. “I am sorry about Aidan. But this is my little brother we’re talking about. Aidan’s already had his chance—his life. Now my brother will get his.”

  I slumped into the nearest chair. “But why? Why would she do this?”

  He shook his head. “I wish I knew. I did what she asked me to do, and there’s no going back. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t expect any of you to.”

  “Yeah, don’t hold your breath,” I muttered, then let out a sigh. “Okay, so Mrs. Girard was blackmailing you into doing something that landed Aidan in trouble with the Tribunal. Big trouble. Now he’s gone for good, and she’s disappeared.” I drummed my fingers against the table, racking my brain for answers. “How could it possibly benefit her to have him locked away at the Tribunal’s headquarters or prison, or whatever it is? And why am I asking you, the traitor?”

  Jack just shrugged, ignoring that jab. “I don’t know. Maybe something big is going down in the vampire world? Maybe she needs his help and he’s not really locked up. Or maybe she just wants to keep him . . . I don’t know, hidden away? Protected somehow?”

  I rose on shaky legs, my heart suddenly racing. “Oh my God, Jack. That’s it.” The wheels in my brain were spinning now. That time I breached her mind in her office, she was thinking about a war—some sort of vampire war—and Aidan was somehow connected to that thought. Aidan, and the fact that he’s the biological offspring of King Edward VII.

  He can’t know, not till war erupts.

  Maybe war had erupted. Maybe Mrs. Girard was off fighting it. And maybe, just maybe, Aidan was fighting, too. Not destroyed. Not locked up and being tortured.

  An unfamiliar feeling surged through my veins, quickening my pulse—hope, I realized. For the first time in weeks, I had hope.

  “I’ve got to go,” I said, my heart banging noisily against my ribs. “But hey, maybe you should talk to Kate. Give her a few hours to cool down and then, you know, talk.”

  “Talk to Kate about what?”

  My head swiveled toward the voice coming from the doorway. There stood Tyler Bennett, leaning against the doorjamb.

  Of course.

  “Well, hey there, Violet,” he said with his trademark cocky grin. “Miss me?”

  5 ~ Frenemies

  Speak of the devil,” Jack said, glaring at Tyler.

  “Y’all were talking about me? Wow. I’m flattered.” Still leaning casually against the doorframe, Tyler didn’t seem to notice the hostility directed his way. In fact, he looked perfectly comfortable in his low-slung jeans and faded flannel shirt.

  “Yeah, don’t be,” I launched back. “Trust me. It wasn’t at all flattering.”

  “Man, that’s harsh.” His eyes danced with their usual mischief. “Anyway, I was looking for Aidan. I think it’s time we have a little chat. You know, get some things straight. Mano a mano, as we say in Texas.”

  The now-familiar pain sliced through my heart at the mention of Aidan’s name. I swallowed hard, struggling to rein in my emotions, to compose my features into something that resembled normal. “Yeah, well, you’re too late for that,” I said at last. “Right, Jack?”

  Jack ignored that, instead busying himself with sweeping up the broken glass on the floor.

  I just glared at him, waiting to see if he was going to own up to what he’d done in front of Tyler. But he didn’t—of course not. He just kept on cleaning up the mess as if we weren’t standing there watching him.

  “Okay, what’s going on here?” Tyler asked, breaking the uneasy silence.

  As soon as Jack dumped the broken bits of glass in the trash and returned the surviving test tubes to their racks, he grabbed his backpack off the counter and made for the door. “Sorry to break up the party, guys, but I’ve got to go to football practice.”

  “Coward,” I said under my breath.

  “Let him go.” Tyler reached for my arm. “Seriously, Violet, what’s going on?”

  Taking a moment to gather my courage, I dropped my gaze to my scuffed sneakers, noticing a rip in one seam. “Prepare your ‘I told you so’s,” I said, resisting the urge to bend down and pull on the loose threads. “You’re going to love this.”

  I looked up to find him studying my face carefully, his mouth drawn into a tight line. “Actually, I don’t think I am,” he said.

  Best to just blurt it out, I decided. “You were right. Aidan was the Stalker. Thanks to our good friend Jack, that is, who was tampering with his serum.”

  “What the hell? You’re saying that Aidan really was attacking those women?”

  I nodded, chewing on my lower lip.

  “When did you find out?”

  “The last day of school. That night, in Manhattan,” I clarified.

  “And you’re just now telling me because . . . ?”

  “Because it was a lot to deal with, that’s why. Besides, what was I supposed to do? Call you in the middle of Christmas dinner with the happy news?”

  “Trust me. It’s not like my Chris
tmas could have gotten any worse than it already was,” he said with a shrug. “So what the hell happened? I mean, if he’s the World’s Kindest Vampire like you say he is, why’d he do it?”

  “Long story short, he had no idea what he was doing—he’d test the serum on himself and then basically black out while the Stalker took over. Like Jekyll and Hyde or something. As soon as he figured it out, he turned himself in to the Tribunal. That very night.”

  “The Tribunal?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, it’s like the vampire high court. The ruling body—something like that. Anyway, they’re in charge of all vampire punishment, and after what he did . . .” I trailed off, unable to finish the thought. “Aidan’s gone, and he’s not coming back.”

  He reached for my hand, giving it a squeeze. “God, Violet, I’m so sorry. But Jack”—he shook his head—“I mean, are you sure? How do you know he was involved?”

  “Because I saw him, that’s how,” I said. “In a vision last fall. Only, I just figured out what it meant. Anyway, he confessed. Kate managed to get it out of him—that’s why he was so pissed off.”

  He dropped my hand. In an instant, he was at the door.

  “Where are you going?” I hurried to catch up with him, reaching for his sleeve to stop him.

  “To find Jack and kick his ass, that’s where.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t bother. He had his reasons, okay? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but . . . well, it’s not like he had a choice. Not really.” God, I hated that I was excusing Jack. I wanted to blame him. To hate him. But Mrs. Girard had threatened his little brother. What was he supposed to do? What would any of us have done in his place?

  “You’re actually defending that asshole?”

  “Well, there’s more to it,” I said, wondering just how much I should tell him. “But can we talk about it later? Right now I need to find Kate and make sure she’s okay.”

  I could have sworn I saw a flicker of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “Why don’t you let me deal with Kate?”