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If she was old enough to know Christophe she was an adult , even if she looked like a cheerleader. And why had she come all the way out to the other Schola? Trying to trap Christophe, for some reason? Did she really think he’d betrayed my mother? It seemed like a lot of people thought so.
    Except Dylan, maybe. And me.
    Don’t hesitate, Christophe had said, holding the knifepoint against his chest. Pulled hard, as if he was going to stab himself. He swore he hadn’t betrayed my mother. And he’d been there, in that dark room at the werwulfen compound.
    If I need a reason now, Dru, it will have to be you.
    I trusted him, didn’t I? But he’d left me here. Alone. Again.
    Or maybe not alone because Graves was right beside me, thinking. Absorbing what I’d said. That was one thing I liked about him—you didn’t have to spell anything out for him. He got there on his own with only a hint or two. But where he ended up this time surprised me. “You don’t seem too surprised to see another one of you wandering around.”
    “She’s not like me.” It came out all in one breath, immediate and insistent. Thin blades of light slid between the heavy velvet drapes. The windows had steel shutters on the inside, too, just like the ones at the old Schola. Only these looked more durable, and had a pattern of hearts stamped into them—and another iron bar I could brace them with, with its brackets sunk into the stone wall. “Look, Graves . . .” I decided to just keep the Edgar thing to myself for right now. If he’d wanted me to call him Eddie, he would’ve told me.
    “What?” Now he sounded annoyed.
    I saw her at the old Schola. She wants me to hate Christophe, and you know . . . I can’t even say what I’m thinking to myself. “I don’t know what to do.” Admitting it out loud was probably the scariest thing I’d done in the last week, and that was saying something.
    When Dad was alive, I knew what to do. He told me, and he never let me flounder. When he showed up all zombified, things started spinning hard, but Graves had been there. And as long as I was focusing on keeping Goth Boy out of trouble, the not-knowing had seemed more manageable. Plus, I’d been the one with the books and the guns and some knowledge of the Real World. He’d been a civilian. Now we were both in the same leaky boat, and I didn’t want him to know I had no idea where we were going.
    Graves let out a long breath, closing his eyes. A thin line of dark-brown hair showed at his temples. Roots. The black-dyed bits were growing out. “Right now we catch some sleep. Then I go find Bobby and Dibs and see what they say. Then we find out how to work that computer and those credit cards and get you some clothes.” He paused, added an afterthought, glancing at me like he expected me to disagree. “And me, too.”
    It was a pretty good plan, one I should’ve come up with. “But what if . . .” I stopped. The vampires probably hadn’t found me through the Internet, for Christ’s sake. No, they’d been told where to find me. Christophe had as much as said so, and so had Dylan. “Then what do we do?”
    “Watch and wait.” He yawned hugely. I could almost see his tonsils. “Tell Shanks and Dibs the score so they can watch you when I can’t. I don’t trust those djamphir .”
    “I don’t either.” But what choice do we have? And here he was, thinking he was going to be protecting me now. I wasn’t sure I liked that. If I wasn’t taking care of him, well, what did he need me for? “Graves?”
    “What?” Now he sounded truly aggravated. He flung his arm over his eyes, almost hitting me with his elbow. I didn’t even move—he could have cracked me a good one and I’m not sure I would’ve moved.
    “I’m glad you’re here.” A flush was working its way up my throat, staining my cheeks. I had another thing or two I wanted to talk to him about, but the time never seemed right.
    It never does. And how do you tell a half-werwulf