The Van Alen Legacy

Ally was a scholarship kid; her parents lived in Queens or something, and she had to take some kind of two-hour bus to get to school. Bliss had assumed that meant Ally would be terribly unpopular, but she was the complete opposite. The Upper East Side kids dug her crazy outerborough stories and her funny way of looking at things. Bliss remembered that one time she and Mimi and a large group of people went out with Ally, and Ally made sure everyone paid exactly what they owed at the table—down to the last cent. No one got away with the whole “I forgot my wallet; you know you can hit me up next time” crap that trust-fund kids like Mimi always pulled.

It was one thing to see Ally at school, and another to see her at Muffie Astor Carter’s annual Shopping, Champagne, and Charity party. What was she doing here, wearing an original Balthazar Verdugo, sure to have cost five figures at least, looking like she had always summered in Southampton?

Bliss got her answer when Jamie Kip came up to give Ally a hug. So. Ally was a human familiar to one of the most popular Blue Blood boys. Now Ally’s expensive outfit and presence at the party made sense. “Hey, Ally.” Bliss nodded. “Jamie.”

Jamie excused himself with a cough, and the two girls were left alone. “How are you?” Allison asked. “It’s good to see you again.” The pretty blonde put a hand on Bliss’s arm.

Bliss was touched by the unexpected warmth in Ally’s voice. “I’m okay. . . . Thanks,” she told her.

“We missed you at Dylan’s memorial service,” Allison said. “But don’t worry, no one expected you or anything. Your dad said you needed to rest.”

“Memorial? There was a memorial? For Dylan? When?” Bliss asked, trying not to sound like she was about to freak out.

Allison looked uncomfortable. “Almost a year ago now. Yeah, I know. Weird, right? I mean, the guy disappeared, right? Supposedly his parents moved to Grosse Point or something, but then it turned out he was staying at Transitions but he had some sort of forty-eight-hour leave and he died from an overdose.”

Another cover-up, Bliss thought. The Blue Bloods covered their tracks well. Easy enough to explain Dylan’s death as another rich kid drug overdose. Especially since he was in rehab. An entirely plausible story, except that it wasn’t at all true.

Allison shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t even know him that well, but you guys were friends, weren’t you?”

“We were,” Bliss said. “Was it . . . How did . . . Was anyone else there?”

The Duchesne girl looked embarrassed. “No. Not really. There weren’t that many people. I think I was the only one from Duchesne. There were some people from the rehab center, but then they were the ones who organized it. I just happened to find out about it from Wes McCall. He’d been staying at Transitions too. I just thought . . . well, Dylan and I used to have English together and he was . . . a nice guy. A character. But nice, you know?”

“Yeah,” Bliss said. She found that her eyes were suddenly full of tears.

“Oh god, you’re crying. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Allison said. “Here.” She handed Bliss a scented handkerchief from her handbag.

“I’m okay . . . it’s just . . . it was complicated,” Bliss stammered, gladly taking the hanky and wiping her eyes.

“Life sure is.” Allison nodded. “But it’s good to see you . . . out. I mean, it must be so hard. I’m saying all the wrong things, aren’t I?”

“Not at all. It’s nice to be able to talk to somebody.” Bliss smiled.

“Well. You can always talk to me. You coming back to school in September?”

Bliss nodded. “Yeah. It’s weird to be held back. I don’t really know anyone anymore.” The Visitor had agreed that Bliss should go back to school. It would be odd if the senator’s daughter suddenly became a high-school dropout.

“Well, you know me, and I’m in your class,” Allison said. “It won’t be so bad,” she said, giving Bliss a hug.

“That’s good to hear. Thanks, Ally. See ya.” Bliss smiled.

“See ya.”

Bliss walked back to her car, wanting nothing more than to be alone as she absorbed this news. There had been a memorial for Dylan and no one had come. To the Red Bloods he was just some troublemaker; to the vampires, collateral damage. No one cared or remembered him.

She hadn’t even been there to pay her respects. To see him for one last time before they put him in the ground. He was gone forever, and she would never see him again.





TWENTY-THREE

Mimi


The directions on the map led them to the Tijuca Forest, located smack-dab in the heart of the city, not too far from the smart beach districts along the coast. Rio was a wonder, Mimi thought. Where else in the world could you go so quickly from the glass towers of a modern financial district to a lush tropical rain forest?

In the cab up to Barra da Tijuca, Kingsley studied the carefully drawn map again. “It looks like there’s some sort of cabin in the woods next to a waterfall. That must be where they’ve brought her.”

“Do you think she’s still alive?” Mimi asked.

Kingsley didn’t answer at first. He just folded the note back into his pocket. “They kept her alive for over a year, that much we know. If they were going to kill her, why would they wait so long?”