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me,” his mother said, her lips trembling. “Because the only explanations I can think of are horrible and sick. Simon, please—”
    “I’m a vampire,” Simon said. He had no idea how he had said it, or even why. But there it was. The words hung in the air between them like poisonous gas.
    His mother’s knees seemed to give out, and she sank into a kitchen chair. “What did you say?” she breathed.
    “I’m a vampire,” Simon said. “I’ve been one for about two months now. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I didn’t know how.”
    Elaine Lewis’s face was chalk white. “Vampires don’t exist, Simon.”
    “Yes,” he said. “They do. Look, I didn’t ask to be a vampire. I was attacked. I didn’t have a choice. I’d change it if I could.” He thought wildly back to the pamphlet Clary had given him so long ago, the one about coming out to your parents. It had seemed like a funny analogy then; now it didn’t.
    “You think you’re a vampire,” Simon’s mother said numbly. “You think you drink blood.”
    “I do drink blood,” Simon said. “I drink animal blood.” “But you’re a
vegetarian.”
His mother looked to be on the verge of tears.
    “I was. I’m not now. I can’t be. Blood is what I live on.” Simon’s throat felt tight. “I’ve never hurt a person. I’d never drink someone’s blood. I’m still the same person. I’m still me.”
    His mother seemed to be fighting for control. “Your new friends—are they vampires too?”
    Simon thought of Isabelle, Maia, Jace. He couldn’t explain Shadowhunters and werewolves, too. It was too much. “No. But—they know I am one.”
    “Did—did they give you drugs? Make you take something? Something that would make you hallucinate?” She seemed to have barely heard his answer.
    “No. Mom, this is real.”
    “It’s not real,” she whispered. “You
think
it’s real. Oh, God. Simon. I’m so sorry. I should have noticed. We’ll get you help. We’ll find someone. A doctor. Whatever it costs—”
    “I can’t go to a doctor, Mom.”
    “Yes, you can. You need to be somewhere. A hospital, maybe—”
    He held out his wrist to her. “Feel my pulse,” he said.
    She looked at him, bewildered. “What?”
    “My pulse,” he said. “Take it. If I have one, okay. I’ll go to the hospital with you. If not, you have to believe me.”
    She wiped the tears from her eyes and slowly reached to take his wrist. After so long taking care of Simon’s father when he’d been sick, she knew how to take a pulse as well as any nurse. She pressed her index fingertip to the inside of his wrist, and waited.
    He watched as her face changed, from misery and upset to confusion, and then to terror. She stood up, dropping his hand, backing away from him. Her eyes were huge and dark in her white face. “What are you?”
    Simon felt sick. “I told you. I’m a vampire.”
    “You’re not my son. You’re not Simon.” She was shuddering. “What kind of living thing doesn’t have a pulse? What kind of monster are you?
What have you done with my child?”
    “I am Simon—” He took a step toward his mother.
    She screamed. He had never heard her scream like that, and he never wanted to again. It was a horrible noise.
    “Get away from me.” Her voice broke. “Don’t come any closer.” She began to whisper.
“Barukh ata Adonai sho’me’a t’fila…”
    She was
praying
, Simon realized with a jolt. She was so terrified of him that she was praying that he would go away, be banished. And what was worse was that he could feel it. The name of God tightened his stomach and made his throat ache.
    She was right to pray, he thought, sick to his soul. He was cursed. He didn’t belong in the world.
What kind of living thing doesn’t have a pulse?
    “Mom,” he whispered. “Mom, stop.”
    She looked at him, wide-eyed, her lips still moving.
    “Mom, you don’t need to be so upset.” He heard his own voice as if from a distance, soft and soothing,