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to Jack.   The house had been small, unimpressive, but there was a mansion hidden beneath it, a secret mansion.   Jack hadn’t wanted it, so he’d given it to the Reign family because their house had been burned to the ground by one of Jack’s vampire friends.   Signing over Jersey’s old place seemed like the least he could do seeing that he was kind of responsible for the fire.
    Using vampire-speed, Jack ran through the fields to Silver’s home without calling first.   He knew she’d be there, studying as usual.   Hopefully she’d be glad to see him.
    Because Jersey’s little place had been a wreck and no one with even a passing acquaintance with sanity would want to live underground, they’d knocked down the original structure and erected Vanessa’s dream house.   A two-story white colonial with black shutters and a bright red door, it looked inviting like a fairytale house.   There were flowers everywhere:   yellow posies in flower boxes on the second floor windows, multicolored peonies on either side of the door, planted near the house, and pink and white tulips along the walkway.  
    Jack stood at the end of the walkway, hands shoved deep into his pockets.   Even though he was getting along better with Silver’s dad, he didn’t want to explain what he was doing at their house that late.   Jack closed his eyes and willed Silver to feel his presence.   He concentrated on silently calling her name, using a sort of telepathy.  
    The light flickered on upstairs, and the curtain rippled.   A shadow moved past it.   For a short time nothing more happened.   Then the front door opened, and Silver raced out to meet him.   She wore the same cute pink pajamas he’d seen her in after they’d first met.   Her arms went around his neck for a quick hug.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked, her face flushed.   “Is everything okay?”
    “I’m not sure.   We need to talk.   I don’t want your parents interrupting us, so let’s go to the basement.”
    The basement was their word for the secret mansion.   It was used for numerous hunting-related activities like meetings, storing confidential information, and a hideout for visiting hunters.   The list went on and on.   They were constantly finding new uses for Jersey’s former home.
    “Can we get down there without your parents seeing us?” he asked.
    “They’re in bed, but I don’t know if they’re asleep yet.   We’ll need to be quiet.”
    “Lead the way.”
    Silver looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes.   She slipped her hand into his.   The two of them walked to the front door and went inside.   Neither of them spoke.   They crossed the foyer quickly to stand on the bottom step of the hand-carved staircase.  
    Jack tapped the bottom stair three times with his foot, and the floor opened to reveal more steps.   He glanced at Silver and motioned for her to go first.   She carefully picked her way downstairs.   He followed.   Once they were below the floor, it closed, effectively hiding them from curious eyes.   The mansion was soundproof.   They could scream their heads off, and her parents wouldn’t hear a thing.
    They automatically went to Jersey’s former study because it was Jack’s favorite room.   He sat behind the antique desk in Jersey’s old chair and absently drummed his fingers against the wood surface. His eyes drifted over the mess of papers scattered across the surface.   There were maps marking the sites most populated by werewolves and lots of numbers that were meaningless Jack.   Nothing interesting.  
    “Well?”   Silver stood on the other side of the desk, hands on hips.   “What brought you all the way out here without a car?   I know you didn’t run over just to say hi.”
    “I wanted to talk to you about your friend Isobel.”
    “She told me she was going to leave you alone.   What did she do now?”
    Jack removed the rock from his pocket and showed it to Silver.   “Isobel