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didn’t answer the question. “Did the team kill the rest of the wraiths?”
“The rest?” Maggie’s stomach roiled with tension.
As if on cue, Lillian’s walkie-talkie crackled on the bedside table. Zeke grabbed it. Rhys’s voice issued from the speaker. “We dusted fourteen vamps. Weird thing, though. There were two different kinds.”
“She was in there long enough for double manifestation. It happens,” Zeke said, looking at Maggie.
“How many wraiths did you get?” Rhys asked.
“Two,” Lillian and Zeke said at the same time.
“Four total, all Whedon vamps.” Zeke picked up the sword. “That’s eighteen.”
The walkie crackled again, which could have been static and could have been Rhys clearing his throat. “Were the ones you killed particularly vicious?”
“Normal,” Zeke said. “Maggie’s awake now. Should be it.”
“More monsters.” Maggie’s eyes began to burn and water. “Because of me. I hope nobody got hurt.”
Zeke spoke into the handheld without taking his gaze off her. “Who’s on sweep?”
“Sean and Chang.” Static drowned out Rhys’s voice, and Zeke smacked the walkie against his leg. Rhys was still speaking. “...a complication. The wraiths ran amuck, and during the fight a witness let himself in the front door. According to his wallet, it’s the brother. He’s drunk off his ass. What do you want us to do with him?”
“Put him in his room. Maybe he’ll forget what happened. If not, Lillian can handle it.”
Her brother had been attacked? Maggie’s heart lurched. “Is Hayden okay? I should go to him.” She tried to kick off the covers, but her nightgown wrapped itself around her legs.
Zeke gestured for her to be quiet with his sword hand, which was pretty convincing. “Hold your horses, Rambo. We’re securing the premises. Rhys, send Hardin and Mel to check the neighbors. Chances are these were clump manifestations but it won’t hurt to be sure.”
“I need to sterilize my cut,” Lillian said to Maggie in a low voice as Zeke and Rhys discussed the monsters. “Do you want to wash up?”
“Yes, please.” She nearly fell off the mattress, thousands of tiny particles hitting the wooden floorboards with a shush. Grit coated the chilly floor. She shook out her gown, brushed off the sheets. “How did this happen? Did I do something wrong?”
Zeke, still on the walkie, gestured at a shadowy figure outside the bedroom. Since he didn’t run it through with the sword, she assumed it was one of his team—not a vampire.
“Not you,” Lillian said. “Me. In the dreamsphere, I found you but I wasn’t able to make you aware of me. That can happen when a neo already has a connection to another alucinator.”
“The tangible with Zeke?”
“That would be my guess.” Lillian preceded Maggie into the master bath. Still holding the knife, she checked behind the shower curtain with a deceptively casual swipe. “We don’t want to use the ECT on you, and the only alucinator who can bypass Zeke’s tangible in order to mentor you is a curator. You have the right to request one as your mentor. They might not accept your petition, but you do have the right.”
The way Lillian said it made it sound like a threat. “What’s a curator?”
“The heads of the Somnium. The entire Somnium. They have no sense of humor and alucinators trained by curators tend to vanish.” She bunched the shower curtain to one side and turned to Maggie. “Zeke’s going to have to take you.”
Maggie didn’t think Lillian was being provocative, but she shivered at the thought of Zeke taking her—doing anything with her. She switched the bathroom heater on high, which didn’t help her particular kind of shivering.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to fall back to sleep tonight anyway.” She helped Lillian find the first aid items for her wound before addressing the residue on herself. It glistened like the white sand on Virginia Beach. The vacuum cleaner was going to get
“The rest?” Maggie’s stomach roiled with tension.
As if on cue, Lillian’s walkie-talkie crackled on the bedside table. Zeke grabbed it. Rhys’s voice issued from the speaker. “We dusted fourteen vamps. Weird thing, though. There were two different kinds.”
“She was in there long enough for double manifestation. It happens,” Zeke said, looking at Maggie.
“How many wraiths did you get?” Rhys asked.
“Two,” Lillian and Zeke said at the same time.
“Four total, all Whedon vamps.” Zeke picked up the sword. “That’s eighteen.”
The walkie crackled again, which could have been static and could have been Rhys clearing his throat. “Were the ones you killed particularly vicious?”
“Normal,” Zeke said. “Maggie’s awake now. Should be it.”
“More monsters.” Maggie’s eyes began to burn and water. “Because of me. I hope nobody got hurt.”
Zeke spoke into the handheld without taking his gaze off her. “Who’s on sweep?”
“Sean and Chang.” Static drowned out Rhys’s voice, and Zeke smacked the walkie against his leg. Rhys was still speaking. “...a complication. The wraiths ran amuck, and during the fight a witness let himself in the front door. According to his wallet, it’s the brother. He’s drunk off his ass. What do you want us to do with him?”
“Put him in his room. Maybe he’ll forget what happened. If not, Lillian can handle it.”
Her brother had been attacked? Maggie’s heart lurched. “Is Hayden okay? I should go to him.” She tried to kick off the covers, but her nightgown wrapped itself around her legs.
Zeke gestured for her to be quiet with his sword hand, which was pretty convincing. “Hold your horses, Rambo. We’re securing the premises. Rhys, send Hardin and Mel to check the neighbors. Chances are these were clump manifestations but it won’t hurt to be sure.”
“I need to sterilize my cut,” Lillian said to Maggie in a low voice as Zeke and Rhys discussed the monsters. “Do you want to wash up?”
“Yes, please.” She nearly fell off the mattress, thousands of tiny particles hitting the wooden floorboards with a shush. Grit coated the chilly floor. She shook out her gown, brushed off the sheets. “How did this happen? Did I do something wrong?”
Zeke, still on the walkie, gestured at a shadowy figure outside the bedroom. Since he didn’t run it through with the sword, she assumed it was one of his team—not a vampire.
“Not you,” Lillian said. “Me. In the dreamsphere, I found you but I wasn’t able to make you aware of me. That can happen when a neo already has a connection to another alucinator.”
“The tangible with Zeke?”
“That would be my guess.” Lillian preceded Maggie into the master bath. Still holding the knife, she checked behind the shower curtain with a deceptively casual swipe. “We don’t want to use the ECT on you, and the only alucinator who can bypass Zeke’s tangible in order to mentor you is a curator. You have the right to request one as your mentor. They might not accept your petition, but you do have the right.”
The way Lillian said it made it sound like a threat. “What’s a curator?”
“The heads of the Somnium. The entire Somnium. They have no sense of humor and alucinators trained by curators tend to vanish.” She bunched the shower curtain to one side and turned to Maggie. “Zeke’s going to have to take you.”
Maggie didn’t think Lillian was being provocative, but she shivered at the thought of Zeke taking her—doing anything with her. She switched the bathroom heater on high, which didn’t help her particular kind of shivering.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to fall back to sleep tonight anyway.” She helped Lillian find the first aid items for her wound before addressing the residue on herself. It glistened like the white sand on Virginia Beach. The vacuum cleaner was going to get
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