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Or maybe he'd just shrug a little ruefully and accept the betrayal. Neither was what she wanted. As a kid, she'd occasionally wondered what it'd be like to meet a vampire that had been alive for a long time. She'd imagined it being like meeting a very old person, someone with a lot of experiences and a bunch of weird stories about walking around during the French Revolution.

But spending time with Gavriel, she thought that every day since the one he'd died was not one where he aged, but rather one where he grew away from humanity. He didn't seem older than he must have been when he died; just entirely stranger. Tana held her breath, but Gavriel did as he was told, disappearing through a doorway. Tana was led in a different direction and then up in an elevator. The clerk took her to a small, dirty tiled room where she sat on a worn wooden bench and waited a half hour, all alone.

She thought about calling Pauline, about waking her up and telling her the truth, but her phone couldn't get a signal. Finally, a new guard came, looking tired, his eyes bloodshot, as though he'd been pulled from his bed in the middle of the night. He smelled like nicotine and mouthwash. His thinning hair was combed over his bald spot and still damp, probably from a hasty shower. He had a pen tucked behind his ear and a clipboard. A bloodbath, up north. A bunch of kids are dead.

You know anything about that? It seemed impossible that only a little more than twenty-four hours had passed since those vampires had crawled through the window of Lance's farmhouse, only ten hours since her leg got scraped by their teeth. He nodded. Tell them you know me.

That I'm like you, one of you. From the party. Of course. He was hiding in plain sight-that's why he'd come with them, why he was helping them, because he was going to slip into Coldtown as just some newly turned vampire kid.

He didn't want anyone to know that he was the murderous legend from the Pere-Lachaise Cemetery. The image of him laughing, covered in blood, came to her again, unbidden, along with the way he'd grinned at her in front of the gate guards.

Maybe killing everyone in this building was his idea of fun, but he'd come to Coldtown for some purpose. Some purpose that required that no one knew he was coming. He's some private school kid who was at the party, got infected, drank some of my blood and turned. We didn't know where else to go, so I drove them both down here.

They say they caught a ride with you from the Last Stop rest area. They were just so. Knowing them felt like having a powerful secret. You've got survivor's guilt in spades. You shouldn't be making any kind of big decisions right now. Why don't we call your parents and get them to come and get you?

You can think about going into Coldtown later, if that's what you really want. I get it. I saw the pictures. It must have been awful. But those things out there-they might remember being human and they might ape being human, but they're not human anymore. It's supposed to be quarantine in there, but it's closer to a zoo. Even with the marker, you'd have to take a blood test to be allowed to exit. No one infected leaves, under no circumstances. No infected and no leeches get out.

Even with a marker. And there are lots of folks big enough and mean enough to jump you for that marker, too. There's desperate people in there. He cleared his throat, looking sad. Tell me why you want to go in. Give me one good reason and I'll stop giving you shit.

That would shut him up. But she didn't want to see the way he'd look at her once she said those words, as though she were already dead. She took a deep breath. There's a part of me that does. My mom got bitten and here I am, following the path of what would have happened if she'd turned.

I'm curious. I want to see. It wasn't the whole story, but she hoped that it was enough to convince him that he couldn't talk her out of going. He stood up and went out the door, closing it hard behind him. She wondered if that was her psych evaluation. She'd heard something about one, about how you had to be sane enough to be able to say where you were going and why for the authorities to let you into a Coldtown. Back in the old days you had to have a driver's license-suspended was okay-or a state-issued ID card saying you were over sixteen, but not anymore.

They made it easier and easier to give up your life so your neighbors could have the illusion of safety. Tana sat in the little room, looked at her phone, and watched the minutes tick closer to dawn. When the door opened, the gray-haired clerk from the front office was behind it.

Tana wasn't sure what the clerk would consider forbidden, but she wasn't carrying much of anything. She shook her head. After a moment, the clerk nodded and handed her a small manila envelope with a band around it. Got it? The clerk touched her key card to a plate near the door and it swung open. Midnight was there, leaning against the wall of another hallway, the straining garbage bag slung over her shoulder and a beat-up suitcase at her feet. Her blue hair was pushed back from her face, a streak of dye marking her ears.

The skin around her eyes looked red and a little puffy, as though maybe she'd been crying. Take turns looking up into it. It's a retinal-scanning device. The camera was only a small lens threaded through the concrete block walls. Tana stared up at it for a long moment until it flashed with a flare of light, then she walked deeper into the room.

Once Midnight stepped in behind her, the door shut with a whooshing sound and then a metallic click. Airtight, Tana guessed. It had no knob or other means of opening from this side, not even a plate for a key card. She studied the room, noting the reinforced door frames and what she guessed was shatterproof glass set in the small windows at their centers. Unlike the run-down front office, this was serious business.

For a moment, Tana wondered if the reason the clerk predicted she wouldn't make it out was that a dozen darts were about to shoot from the walls and kill her. But then there was another single, heavy click along the far wall, and the clerk's voice floated down through hidden speakers. You will be walking into a containment chamber inside the quarantined sector. Once you're outside, wait for me to lower you down and unlock the gate. Then you will have three minutes to enter the city.

If you do not enter the city willingly during the three-minute grace period, your entry will be accomplished by force. Then she stepped up to the door on the opposite side and pushed, but at her touch the door opened onto a cage suspended high above Coldtown.

For a moment, Tana just looked out in amazement. An open cell was in front of her, rocking gently back and forth, thick black bars on all sides but one, where it was attached to the wall with chains. Midnight stepped past her onto the platform, dumping her stuff on the floor and sinking down next to it.

It swung a little unsteadily, causing Midnight to grab for the bars and look at Tana with wide eyes. Ignoring Midnight, she tried her best not to look over the side.

They were at least four or five stories up, and she could see the tops of several buildings from their odd birdcage-like perch. Smoke rose in a few gray ribbons, and multicolored lights pulsed inside what looked to have once been a church. It was a fallen landscape, the magnificent ruination of a city. Overhead, the sky was already lightening, the pale blue and gold of morning tinting the eastern portion, although bright stars still burned in the west.

Dawn was coming fast. To the right-hand side, in back of the gate, bodies were being been laid out in a single, tidy row. Five rested there, most wound in stained sheets.

Two boys were dragging a sixth body, spread out on a plastic tarp, into a place at the end. One of the boys looked up at them, but Tana couldn't read his expression from so far away. With the sound of metal grating against metal, the cage began to slide abruptly downward.

Tana's stomach lurched. Midnight made a small cry of surprise. As they came away from the wall, the door fell from the top, closing with a rusty clang. The cage was something she'd never seen before, not in any of the photos from Coldtown. It felt like something from another time. Midnight looked a little awed herself.

Tana looked out at the city. She felt as though she had stumbled into a world alien and yet familiar. She'd seen it on the news, seen it in the background of the vids of runaways and in the photographs of daring journalists. She had seen the blackened, burnt remains of old buildings captured in pictures-seen what had once been a row of storefronts, now with spiderweb shatters in the glass, with blankets and plastic bags covering the empty frames of windows, and the jagged outlines of edifices stretching out toward the far walls.

Spires whose panes flickered with light. Great domed buildings pulsing with distant music. A landscape gone feral. Aidan, Winter, and Gavriel were in another cage suspended beneath theirs-one that swung in a pendulum-like motion, but went no lower.