The Van Alen Legacy

And Allison was absolutely right. He had despised that nickname.

Bliss felt as if everything was coming back too fast and too soon—memories were falling like snowflakes, bright and glittering in her mind—but these were the Visitor’s memories: Rome, the final days, the deception, the betrayal. First with his sisters—Agrippina he could understand (Bliss was shocked to find the image of Agrippina looking back at her with the eyes of Mimi Force)—Agrippina and Valerius had sided with that damned Cassius or whatever they had called Michael back then. But Julia! How could she do this to him—his baby sister, the youngest child—she was so young when she first suspected, and it was she who had called Cassius’s attention to his corruption—Julia Livilla . . . how Julia hated that name—said it reminded her of her awful aunt, whom she despised. She had wanted to be called something else. . . .

Sophia.

He had been so close. So close to having his dream realized. He had come so close, only to have Cassius ruin everything. . . .

In her mind, Bliss saw what the Visitor had seen back then. A path. A winding path deep below the city of Lutetia, through tunnels far beneath the earth, a winding path that led underground, to a coven of demons bowing to his crown. . . . He would rise again, majestic and glorious, the Prince of Paradise once again . . . forever. All the world would shake and cower. The rivers would run with blood and the horsemen would be unleashed. . . . There would be no escape from Satan’s army.

This was the crisis in Rome.

Bliss gasped.

The demons. The deaths. The corruption. All this had happened before.

And it was going to happen again. Unless . . .

She blinked. She was sitting in the classroom, Allison was done, and everyone was stuffing books and papers into their bags. Miss Murray was looking at her curiously. “Are you all right, Bliss?”

“Yes,” she said. “I just . . . I think I forgot to eat breakfast.”

Miss Murray nodded. “You know, Bliss, that if you find you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you.”

Bliss nodded. Teachers at Duchesne were always super-empathic. The school policy was an “all-hands” approach. They didn’t wait for troubled students to find their way to the guidance counselor’s office. “Sure, Miss M. Thanks.” Miss Murray was smiling at her so kindly that she found herself talking, even though she had not meant to say anything.

“It’s just . . . I have this problem, see . . . and I’m worried about bringing my friend into it . . . but I have a feeling she’s the only one who can help me.”

“I see.” Miss Murray crossed her arms. “Sometimes it’s good to ask for help, Bliss. And friends are the only people we can trust when we are in trouble. That’s what they’re for, anyway. I’m sure your friend would be glad that you had reached out to her.”

Bliss nodded. “I think . . . I think you’re right.”

“Good.” Miss Murray smiled. For a moment, she reminded Bliss of someone, but she couldn’t figure out who.

Bliss removed her cell phone from her handbag. Her history teacher had helped her make a decision. She couldn’t do this alone, and the Force twins were no help at all. Trying to have a meaningful conversation with Jack was impossible. He stalked the halls of Duchesne with a shuffling, mournful air, as if grieving the loss of something precious. He rarely smiled anymore. Bliss had even seen him barking at the freshmen who got in his way, which was completely unlike him. Jack had always been kind to new students.

As for Mimi, Bliss had felt the temptation to confide in her, but so far all Mimi ever wanted to talk about was lipstick and jeans, and there was no way for Bliss to steer the conversation in a more serious direction. Mimi had once been so interested in the Conclave, but now she acted as if she could care less about what happened to the Blue Bloods.

But there was someone who could help her. There was someone who would understand. Someone who was just as intimately connected to everything that had happened as she was, and who deserved to know everything. She couldn’t shield her friend even if she wanted to. She was part of this too.

Bliss punched a quick reply on the screen. tomorrow. meet me at the prada sample sale.





FORTY-SIX

Schuyler