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→We pulled up to the hotel, Sinclair (reluctantly) handed his Mercedes keys to the valet, and walked into the hotel. It was one of those hotels that look like a nice big brownstone on the outside, a place where families lived. It cost, Tina had told me, twelve hundred dollars. A night. I assumed the beds were made of gold and the staff tucked you in every night with hot cocoa and kisses.

→Not that I wanted him breathing down my neck, but…

→Art of War . His sleeves were rolled up. His feet were bare. He looked as comfy as ever.

→Sinclair was there, sitting with Marc and Jessica and reading Sun Tzu'sThe

→I slung my coat into the mudroom closet, kicked off my boots, and made for the kitchen.

→"I can get the first layer," I said, watching Marc (who had put himself through med school tending bars) carefully build a rainbow-colored drink of grenadine, vodka, that blue stuff that looked like Windex, sweet and sour mix, and something else I didn't know the name of. I wouldn't have wanted to drink it (well, I was drinking it, but if I were still alive these concoctions would have had me on my ass) but once Marc made it, it sure looked pretty.

→"What happened between Alonzo and Sophie won't necessarily happen to you."

→"Great," Marc mumbled. "Vampire Tourette's syndrome."

→"Just—okay, watch me again. See? You slooooowly let it sort of dribble off the spoon. Otherwise it'll all moosh together."

→It was the next night and we were back in the kitchen. Half the table (and it was a big table) was covered with liquor bottles and half-full drinking glasses. It looked like we were all going on a bender, but the truth was, Marc was trying to teach us how to make rainbows.