The holidays had been an anxious time for Bliss. The blackouts and nightmares had returned in full force. Christmas Eve had been the worst night yet. She had woken up with a pain in her chest so excruciating that she couldn’t breathe. She was drenched in sweat and the bedsheets were so wet they were pasted together. Gross.
Even more terrifying, the beast of her nightmares had begun to speak to her in her sleep.
Blissssss . . .
Blissssss . . .
Blissssss . . .
It only said her name, and yet it sent shivers down her spine. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. There was no beast who could hurt her. It was just part of the transformation. Her memories waking up and talking to her, that’s what The Committee said. Her former selves, her past lives.
She clenched her jaw and sat up straighter in her seat.
*
Next to her, Mimi Force yawned into her delicate palm. For Mimi, the two weeks off had been nothing short of heaven. She had picked up not one but two yummy human familiars on the trip, had had her fill of them, and felt like she could conquer the world. She was eager to start the new semester. A new season always meant another excuse to go shopping. Like Bliss, Mimi was anxious, too. Anxious to get to Barneys today before it closed.
Bliss forced herself to pay attention to the Headmistress’s semiannual pep talk—Another semester of excellence awaits you in the halls of Duchesne, blah blah blah—when the chapel doors flew open with a bang.
Heads swiveled to look at what had caused the commotion.
A boy stood at the threshold.
A very, very handsome boy.
“Oh, er, sorry. Didn’t mean to do that. Slip of the fingers, eh?” he asked.
“No, no, it’s okay. Come on in, Kingsley. You can have a seat up here in front,” the Headmistress said, waving him forward.
The boy grinned. He swaggered down the aisle, his walk a rolling, slouching gait. His black hair gleaming, a forelock saucily slanting over his left eye, he exuded a cocky confidence to go along with his model-perfect good looks. He wore a loose white oxford shirt and tight black jeans, as if he had just stepped off of a CD cover.
Like all of the girls assembled, Bliss couldn’t take her eyes off him.
As though he could feel her stare, he turned around and looked at her directly in the eye.
And winked.
NINETEEN
His name was Kingsley Martin, and he was a junior. The female populace at Duchesne agreed: even his name was sexy. The minute he appeared, it was as if a wildfire had spread among the girls. Within a week, his accomplishments were legendary. Already, he had been tapped to start on the school’s lacrosse, soccer, and crew teams. Just as impressive, he was an academic sharpshooter. He had slain the crusty AP English teacher with his presentation on Dante’s Inferno, titled “Taco Hell,” where he had compared the circles of hell to common fast-food establishments. In AP Calculus, he had solved a complicated problem set in record time. It didn’t hurt that he was what the girls called a knee-trembler. He was devastatingly handsome. The kind of handsome that combined Hollywood glamour with dapper European sophistication and a trace of mischief. The new boy looked fun.
And just like that, Jack Force became old news. The girls had all gone to school with Jack Force since preschool. Kingsley presented a new, dashing, and mysterious alternative.
Mimi Force gave Bliss the rest of the scoop after lunch while they reapplied lip gloss in the girls’ bathroom.
“He’s a Blue Blood,” Mimi said, making an O shape with her mouth as she slathered on the shine.
“No kidding,” Bliss replied. Of course he was a vampire—she knew that the minute she laid eyes on him. She’d never met another vampire who flaunted his Blue Blood status so publicly. It was a surprise he hadn’t bared his fangs in front of the whole school.
“I met him at the Four Hundred Ball,” Mimi said. “His family just moved here from London, but he grew up everywhere: Hong Kong, New York, Capetown. They’re like, related to royalty or something. He has some sort of title but he doesn’t use it.”
“Should we curtsy?” Bliss joked.
Mimi frowned. “It’s not a joke. They’re like, major. Landed estates, advisers to the Queen, the whole shebang.”
Bliss refrained from rolling her eyes. Sometimes Mimi was so stubborn about her snobbery, it squeezed all the fun out of life.
They exited the bathroom and bumped into the object of their discussion. Kingsley was walking out of the boys’ locker room, carrying a thick, leather-bound book. He looked rakish and wickedly charming. His eyes danced when he saw them.
“Ladies,” he said, bowing.
Mimi smirked. “We were just talking about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” he said, looking directly at Bliss.
“This is my friend Bliss. Her dad’s a senator,” Mimi said, elbowing Bliss roughly.
“I know,” Kingsley said, his smile deepening. Bliss tried hard to keep her composure. When he looked at her that way, it felt as if she was standing there with no clothes on.
The second bell rang, which meant they had five minutes to get to their next class.