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→A man and a woman. Mimi recognized them from the Committee. The couple had lived next door to the Forces on Fifth Avenue. My god, Mimi thought, her heart racing. The hidden Silver Bloods were like terrorist sleeper cells; who knew how many more of them were in the Coven? Ted examined the wound on the woman’s chest. There was a mark in the middle of it that had been obscured by all the blood. It was a tattoo of a sword piercing clouds, right where the heart would be.

→I have never been carded in my life! Mimi wanted to scream. This is New York City! Do you even have any idea how old I am? But before Mimi could say anything, or use the glom to her advantage, Kingsley reached over and snagged her purse and plucked out Mimi’s driver’s license to hand to the waitress. The girl didn’t even bother to look at it.

→Kingsley grinned. “I’ve missed you, Force. You still mad at me from last time? I hope not. No hard feelings, yeah?”

→She snorted, but it was hard to stay mad at him when he was smiling at her like that.

→“You’re really something else, aren’t you?”

→Their drinks came with no further flirtation from the waitress. Mimi took a sip of hers. Meanwhile, Kingsley had somehow managed it so that she was practically sitting on his lap at their cozy table.

→“Nah. No need. She just wanted to mess with you. It’s my attention she was after.”

→“Macallan. Straight. And whatever the lady desires,” Kingsley said, winking at Mimi.

→But Mimi wasn’t thinking of her upcoming bonding as she sat in the lobby of the Mandarin Oriental hotel, waiting for Kingsley Martin to arrive that evening. It was the farthest thing from her mind, almost as if the whole bonding scenario were simply a role she would step into at the right moment, like a glass slipper that had to fit. But until then, she could do as she pleased.

→So this was how a love affair ends: with a random meeting on a public staircase. A few polite words and nothing real said, even though their world was ending. And so, with the most self-control she had ever managed, she dried her tears, picked up her books, and continued up the stairs.

→She blinked back tears and felt her throat constrict. Soon her whole body was shaking as badly as it ever had, but this was no transformation-related sickness. She was wrong. She was not strong. Her heart was breaking, she could feel it, nothing would ever be the same. Her eyes watered, and she knew if she did not stop herself, she would soon be sobbing on the staircase.

→Jack lingered on the stairway. It looked as if he were going to say something else, but thought better of it. With a wave of his hand, he was gone.

→She had come too late. She had followed her heart and had come too late, as usual. In two weeks he would be lost to her forever. He would be bonded to Mimi, but at least he would be safe. It’s all she ever wanted for him.

→Schuyler understood they would not talk about what had happened between them in Paris. The kiss. It was as if Jack were standing behind a block of ice. He was unreachable. His face set in stone. Already he was shutting her out. He had tried so hard so many times, and she had always rejected him. On Perry Street. In Paris. He would not give her another chance, she knew.

→She knew it took an effort for him to say it, and she thought she would return the gesture. “So . . . I hear . . . congratulations are in order. You and Mimi.”

→“Don’t worry about them. You are safe for now. Oliver did a fine job with his story of your estrangement. Thankfully there’s no one on the Conclave who knows the two of you well. Because if they did they would realize there’s absolutely no truth to it,” he said. “He is a good friend to you.”

→Schuyler nodded. She had come back to New York, but had come back too late. When she’d spied the invitation the other evening, her heart had not thumped wildly in her chest, her mouth had not turned dry, her eyes had not threatened to water. She had almost expected it, somehow. She was resigned to the news by now.

→Trinity’s on the board for the Library Lions,” Jack said. “since she’s been in D.C., she asked me if I could fill in during the meeting.”

→Duchesne had a wonderful library, on the top floor, with a view of Central Park. And whatever could not be found in the Duchesne library could be found in the vampire Repository.

→“Thanks. It’s good to be back,” she said, trying to appear as nonchalant as he was. Jack had let his hair grow out a little since they had seen each other last, now that he wasn’t a Venator anymore. It curled behind his ears and over his shirt collar.