“I’m okay.” Bliss nodded. She sat down on the steps across from the ruin and took a deep breath. “I’m okay.” The girl gave her another curious look, but left her alone.
Bliss was still rooted to the same spot four hours later, when the lights started to blink and an announcement came over the speakers. “The Metropolitan Museum is closing in thirty minutes. Please make your way to the exit.” This announcement was repeated every few minutes in many different languages.
Bliss didn’t move from her seat. Everyone else in the room—art students, a handful of tourists, a docent-led group—dutifully walked toward the exit. What am I doing? Bliss wondered. I should go home.
But the minutes passed and the overhead lights continued to blink in warning, and when Bliss heard the footsteps of the museum guard, she hid in the temple’s crevice and made herself invisible to human sight. After what seemed like an incredibly long time, the lights finally went out, it was completely silent, and a ghostly moonlight streamed into the museum.
She was alone.
She walked right up to the temple, touching the rough stone, putting her fingers in the grooves of the etched hieroglyphics. Dylan had kissed her right here, for the first time.
She missed him so much.
I miss you too.
What was that?
She looked around the empty room. The light made weird crazy shadows on everything, reminding her of how she used to fear the willow tree outside her bedroom when she was a kid.
She walked up to the fountain on the perimeter of the room and threw a quarter into the water, watching it fall. For a moment she had thought she’d heard his voice—but now she was really going crazy, wasn’t she?
You’re not crazy.
She was annoyed, agitated. Whoever was talking to her had to stop it. “Is anyone there? Hello?” Her voice echoed throughout the still chamber.
All that answered was an echo of her question:
HelloHelloHello . . .
But if the voice wasn’t out there . . . then maybe . . . maybe . . . it was coming from somewhere . . . inside. . . . But that wasn’t the Visitor’s voice, she was sure of it. She closed her eyes. What was the harm? It wasn’t as if stranger things hadn’t already happened. She looked inward. There was a void where the Visitor usually was, an emptiness. The Visitor was definitely still away.
But for the first time she sensed another presence, and another and another—so very many others—hundreds of others. . . . Oh god, what was it that the Silver Bloods did? They took the blood—the undying consciousness—so that their victims lived on inside their captors. Many souls trapped in one body. Abomination.
There were hundreds of souls just below her consciousness—just like her, they had been trapped in the backseat (maybe even the trunk?). It was like looking down into one of those mass graves . . . but instead of corpses, they were all still alive. . . .
She wanted to scream. . . . This was so much worse than having the Visitor. This was . . . She almost lost it, but then . . . that voice again. . . .
Low, husky, and raspy, as if it had smoked too many cigarettes and had spent too many nights shouting in a packed downtown bar. It was the voice of a boy who had seen it all and had lived to tell a funny tale about it—deep and rough but with a sweet edge that went straight to your heart.
Could it be?
How could it?
“Dylan?” she whispered. “Is that you?”
There was silence.
Then, out of the darkness, she saw him materialize in front of her—saw his shape, saw his face—his beautiful sad eyes, his crooked grin, his dark disheveled hair. He stepped out of the void and into the light.
“I don’t have much time,” Dylan said. “That Visitor of yours is coming back soon.”
TWENTY-NINE
Mimi
Mimi felt someone come up behind her, but when she turned around, it was not the handsome Venator she saw, but a wraith. A blackened, burned figure. A walking corpse with sockets for eyes and a slash for a mouth, and a bandaged torso. Burned, disfigured, but somehow stomach-churningly . . . alive.
“You . . .” The wraith pointed a bony finger at Mimi, and spoke in a whistling, raspy whisper reminiscent of rustling dead leaves. “You dare . . .”
That voice. Even in its present, eerie iteration, Mimi recognized that voice. It had once made speeches in front of podiums, had once welcomed elite groups of guests to a particularly spectacular Park Avenue co-op.
“Warden Cutler?” Mimi whispered. “But I . . . I killed you.” It sounded absurd even as she said it. But she had cut Nan Cutler in two, had left her to burn in the black fire in the Almeida villa. How could the warden have survived? It was ridiculous. And it was equally absurd of Mimi to parry or banter with a walking and talking death wraith.
The Van Alen Legacy
Melissa de la Cruz's books
- Alanna The First Adventure
- Alone The Girl in the Box
- Asgoleth the Warrior
- Awakening the Fire
- Between the Lives
- Black Feathers
- Bless The Beauty
- By the Sword
- In the Arms of Stone Angels
- Knights The Eye of Divinity
- Knights The Hand of Tharnin
- Knights The Heart of Shadows
- Mind the Gap
- Omega The Girl in the Box
- On the Edge of Humanity
- The Alchemist in the Shadows
- Possessing the Grimstone
- The Steel Remains
- The 13th Horseman
- The Age Atomic
- The Alchemaster's Apprentice
- The Alchemy of Stone
- The Ambassador's Mission
- The Anvil of the World
- The Apothecary
- The Art of Seducing a Naked Werewolf
- The Bible Repairman and Other Stories
- The Black Lung Captain
- The Black Prism
- The Blue Door
- The Bone House
- The Book of Doom
- The Breaking
- The Cadet of Tildor
- The Cavalier
- The Circle (Hammer)
- The Claws of Evil
- The Concrete Grove
- The Conduit The Gryphon Series
- The Cry of the Icemark
- The Dark
- The Dark Rider
- The Dark Thorn
- The Dead of Winter
- The Devil's Kiss
- The Devil's Looking-Glass
- The Devil's Pay (Dogs of War)
- The Door to Lost Pages
- The Dress
- The Emperor of All Things
- The Emperors Knife
- The End of the World
- The Eternal War
- The Executioness
- The Exiled Blade (The Assassini)
- The Fate of the Dwarves
- The Fate of the Muse
- The Frozen Moon
- The Garden of Stones
- The Gate Thief
- The Gates
- The Ghoul Next Door
- The Gilded Age
- The Godling Chronicles The Shadow of God
- The Guest & The Change
- The Guidance
- The High-Wizard's Hunt
- The Holders
- The Honey Witch
- The House of Yeel
- The Lies of Locke Lamora
- The Living Curse
- The Living End
- The Magic Shop
- The Magicians of Night
- The Magnolia League
- The Marenon Chronicles Collection
- The Marquis (The 13th Floor)
- The Mermaid's Mirror
- The Merman and the Moon Forgotten
- The Original Sin
- The Pearl of the Soul of the World
- The People's Will
- The Prophecy (The Guardians)
- The Reaping
- The Rebel Prince
- The Reunited
- The Rithmatist
- The_River_Kings_Road
- The Rush (The Siren Series)
- The Savage Blue
- The Scar-Crow Men
- The Science of Discworld IV Judgement Da
- The Scourge (A.G. Henley)
- The Sentinel Mage
- The Serpent in the Stone
- The Serpent Sea
- The Shadow Cats
- The Slither Sisters
- The Song of Andiene