"He's supposed to be -- "
"Locked up in a cage? Yeah, I know." Claire knew she sounded bitter. She didn't care. "He's sick, Michael. He's not an animal. And anyway, even if you lock him up, he'll get out."
Michael looked young to her, all of a sudden, although he was older than she was. And a vampire, on top of that. "Claire, get up and come to me. Please."
"Why? He's not going to hurt me."
"He can't help what he does. Look, Sam told me how many people he's killed -- "
"He's a vamp, Michael. Of course he's -- "
" -- how many he's killed in the last two years. It's more than all the vampires in Morganville combined. You're not safe. Now get up and walk over here."
"He's right," Myrnin said. He was losing it, Claire could see that, but he was desperately hanging on to be the man who'd been with her for the last hour. The gentle, funny, sweet one, ablaze with excitement and passion for showing her his world. "It's time for you to go." He smiled, showing teeth -- not vampire teeth. It was a very human kind of expression. "I do all right on my own, Claire, or at least there's rarely anyone for me to harm. Amelie will send someone to look after me. And I usually can't leave here, once I -- forget things. It's too difficult for me to find the keys, and I can't remember how to use them once I have them. But I never forget how to kill. Your friend is right. You should go, please. Now. Continue your studies."
It was stupid, but she hated leaving him like this, with all the light going out in his eyes and the clouds of fear and confusion rolling in.
She didn't mean to do it, it just happened.
She hugged him.
It was like hugging a tree; he was so surprised, he was as stiff as a block of wood. She wasn't actually sure how long it had been, since anybody had touched him like this. For a second he resisted her, and then his arms went around her and she felt him heave a great sigh. Still not a hug, not really, but it was as close as he was likely to get.
"Go away, little bird," he whispered. "Hurry."
She backed away. His eyes were strange again, and she knew they were out of time. Someday, he won't come back. He'll just be the beast.
Michael was beside her. She hadn't heard him cross the room, but his hand closed around hers, and there was real compassion in his face. Not for Myrnin, though. For her.
"You heard him," Michael said. "Hurry."
She bumped into the table, and the small jar of red crystals shuddered a little, nearly tipping over. She grabbed it to put it back upright, and then thought, what if he loses this? He loses stuff all the time.
She was only keeping it safe, that was all. It helped him, right? So she ought to make sure he didn't knock it over or throw it away or something.
She slipped it into her pocket. She didn't think Myrnin saw, and she knew Michael didn't. Claire felt a hot burst of something -- shame? Embarrassment? Excitement? I should put it back. But really, she'd never find it again if he moved it around. Myrnin wouldn't remember. He wouldn't even know it was gone.
She kept looking back, all the way up the stairs. By the time they were halfway out, Myrnin had already forgotten them, and he was restlessly flipping through a pile of books, muttering anxiously to himself.
Gone already.
He looked up at them and snarled, and she saw the hard glint of fangs.
She hurried to the door at the top of the stairs.
Chapter Nine
Michael wasn't talking to her, and that was bad. He wasn't sullen, like Shane got from time to time; he was just thoughtful. That made the drive uneasily quiet. It was fully dark out, not that she could see through the window tinting anyway.
The world didn't seem real to her anymore, and her head ached.
"This is the deal you made with Amelie," Michael said. "To work for him."
"No. I made the deal with Amelie, then she told me to work for him. Or learn from him."
"Is there a difference?"
Claire smiled. "Yeah. I don't get paid."
"Brilliant plan, genius. Is anybody paying you?"
Actually, she had no idea. The thought hadn't occurred to her, to ask Amelie for money. Was that normal, to get paid for a thing like this? She supposed it was, if she was supposed to risk her life with Myrnin on a regular basis. "I'll ask," she offered.
"No," Michael said grimly. "I'll ask. I want to talk to Amelie about this whole thing anyway."
"Don't get all older-brother on me, Michael. It's not safe. You may be one of them now, but you're not -- "
" -- one of them? Yeah, I know that. But you're way too young for this, Claire, and you don't know what you're doing. You didn't grow up in this town, you don't understand the risks."
"What, death? I understand that one pretty well already." She was feeling tired and achy, but also strangely annoyed with Michael's protectiveness. "Look, I'm fine, okay? Besides, I learned a lot today. She'll be happy, trust me."
"Amelie's mood isn't what bothers me," Michael said. "It's you. You're changing, Claire."
She looked straight at him. "Like you haven't?"
"Cheap shot."
"You made the choice."
"Yeah, I made the choice, and it was the only one I could make. Look, I'm sick of having to tiptoe around Shane. Don't make me do it with you, too." Ah, now Michael was annoyed too. Great.
"Tell you what? I'll stop nagging you about your life if you'll stay out of mine. You're not my brother, you're not my dad -- "
"No," he interrupted. "I'm the guy who says if you get to stay in the house."
He wouldn't. He wouldn't. "Michael -- "