'Honey, I hate to break it to you, but you need glasses.'
Eve smacked him, which meant exactly nothing to a vampire; he did her the courtesy of making it seem like he actually noticed. When she tried it again, he caught her hand, held it, and kissed it. Well, that was hotly romantic, and Claire felt the temperature notch up a couple of degrees between them. 'Um, you guys, get a room.'
'Got one,' Eve said, and smiled so serenely she looked like the Mona Lisa. 'Got several, and trust me, we're working on breaking them allllllll in ...'
Claire put her hands over her ears. 'La la la, can't hear you!' Then she took her hands down and said, 'Wait a second, my bedroom?'
'Couldn't exactly use Shane's, could we? It smells like sweat socks and Mentos in there. Besides, if he found out about it, that would be a whole lot more strange conversations around the dinner table than anybody really needs.' Eve waved it away. 'Okay, enough about our luscious sex life, about which you don't want to hear anyway. Amelie invited us to be on the new Morganville City Council. Takes the place of the old vampire-themed one, and it has to be more than fifty per cent humans. I guess they figured including me and Michael would send a message about how seriously she was taking this whole new let's-be-nice-to-each-other thing.'
'So how's that going?'
'So far? Pretty well. Since she came out with her new plans, everybody's been quiet. The vamps don't love it, but so far they're playing by the rules even if they're gritting their teeth while they do it.'
'And Captain Obvious?'
'Silent so far. I get the sense that he's giving this the chance to work out.' Michael automatically referred to Captain Obvious as he, even though the latest incarnation of the pro-human resistance leader was, in fact, female. And their friend. 'Let's hope everybody can keep it together this time.'
'Let's hope,' Claire said. 'And like Shane always says, pray all you want, but keep the shotguns loaded.'
It was, in fact, a favourite saying of Shane's, and they all smiled at it ... but then Michael and Eve's smiles faded, and they exchanged a look.
A look Claire didn't like. 'What?' she asked. Neither of them answered. 'Where's Shane?'
'Working,' Michael said, before Eve could answer. 'Sorry. He's a little hard to get hold of right now or I'd link him in. He misses you, though.'
'Yeah, I can tell, he's been really texting me all the time.'
Eve's eyes got round. 'Really?'
'No.'
'Well, in his defence, his hands are really big,' Eve said. 'He's never been that good at it.'
'I hope you're just talking about texting,' Michael said.
'Well, you can hope,' Eve said calmly, and Michael choked back a laugh. Eve sobered, then, and said, 'Seriously, Michael's right. Shane doesn't do anything but miss you. All the time. But he promised you he wouldn't bug you, and he isn't. He's just ... giving you space. Takes a lot of strength.' Michael put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him and smiled. 'If it was Michael telling me to wait, I couldn't do it. I'm just not that strong. Or that patient.'
'You forgave Shane awfully fast,' Claire said. 'Both of you.'
Michael shrugged. 'I lied to him, and he's hardwired to trust me, from all the time we've spent together growing up. So I don't blame him for believing me. I hear I was pretty convincing.' He looked grim about that, and she knew it still hurt like a raw open wound inside him. He'd been controlled by another vampire, made to push away those who loved him, like Eve and Shane and Claire. He'd done it in one bold move, just by kissing Claire and telling them all he'd been doing it for a while.
They'd believed him. For a while.
But they hadn't believed Claire.
'I still owe you,' he told her quietly. 'Believe me, I haven't forgotten.'
'Better not,' she said, but she smiled as she said it. 'I'm not still mad, Michael.'
'I know. But it doesn't matter whether you are, or aren't. I still owe you.'
She left it at that, because he wasn't going to yield, and moved the conversation on to other things. Eve had been invited to join an exclusive Morganville club of the wealthiest ladies in town, all of whom were snobs; she'd turned it down (although she had considered joining just to cause them grief). Then she'd accepted an invite from the vampires to join some kind of tea association. 'I figure that if the living dead have any kind of blue-haired old ladies, it would be the tea association,' Eve said. 'They're too polite to be rude to me to my face. So, that'll be fun. I'll just pretend not to understand when they're all subtle about their dissing.'
'And she's going to be on her best behaviour,' Michael said. Eve mouthed silently, not likely, and Claire covered her smile with her hand. 'Listen, I know it's late, so you get to bed. Anything you want me to tell Shane ...?'
'Are you really going to tell him all the sexy romantic things I want to say?'
'Not hardly.'
'Then just tell him to call me when he can,' she said. 'Or text. If he can get his big fingers on the tiny little keys.'
She needed a hug, but she settled for extravagant air kisses from Eve, and a movie-star fond smile from Michael, and then she logged off to face the empty, cold house that had less personality than a broom closet in what she still thought of as home: the Glass House.
Still not sleepy, Claire unpacked some posters, unrolled them, and pinned them up on the walls. One was a gift from her parents, a poster of Hawkeye from the Avengers movie, because they knew she thought he was cute, and she wanted that bow and arrow, badly. A couple of her favourite band posters. Another movie one-sheet, this one from The Hunger Games. Katniss was cool, and again, she coveted the bow and arrows. Definitely of use in her normal life. Well, life before MIT ...
She froze in the act of pushing the thumbtacks in on that one, because she heard the downstairs door rattle. Then, a knock.
Claire slipped down the steps, careful to walk on the edges near the banister to avoid creaks, and risked a quick peek out through the peephole. She expected loathsome Derrick, but what she saw surprised her - a group of people, boys and girls, talking among themselves.
And in the front of the group was Nick, who'd walked her home.
She unlocked and swung the door open. 'Hey, Nick,' she said. 'Guys.'
Most of them smiled at her. A few were too deep in their own things to bother. Nick's smile was especially bright.
'Hi, Claire. Look, I'm sorry to bother you, but we were on our way to crack some books at the coffee shop. You like coffee? And books? I figure you would, since you enrolled here, and it's kind of a prerequisite.'
'That's his idea of logic flow,' one of the girls said - a cute African-American girl, wearing a knitted cap with earflaps and dangling yarn balls. She rolled her eyes. 'No wonder he needs to crack books, because he sucks at critical path. I'm Kass, by the way.'
'Hi, Kass. Um, thanks, Nick, that's really nice of you, but I - I'm waiting for my housemate. We've got dinner on tonight. Maybe some other time?'
'There's a party later, is what Nick the Quick is failing to mention,' one of the other boys said. He was a weedy kid about Shane's age, very self-assured and hipster-chic with his tight, too-small buttoned sweater, jeans with the hems turned up, and pork-pie hat he'd probably stolen from the character on Breaking Bad. 'So you should blow off dinner and come with.' He had his arm around a plump blonde girl who had pink streaks in her hair and matching cat-eye glasses, and a retro cotton-candy-pink dress. 'Right, Sarah?'
'Right!' she agreed, and grinned. 'We might get tattoos, too. I was thinking about a dragon.'
'Tattoos,' Claire said, and pretended to think it over. 'Well ... that sounds fun, but honest, I have to stay home. You guys have a good time. And Nick-' Never going to happen, she wanted to say, but she couldn't, in front of his friends. Which was probably why he'd brought them, to be honest. 'I'll see you later, okay?'
'Okay,' he said. 'One more time: study, books, party, tattoos. Sold?'
'No,' she said. 'But thanks. Have a good time.'
'Oh, we will,' the other boy said, and kissed Sarah, who giggled. 'Your loss, Tex - what's her name again?'
'Claire,' Nick said, still watching her. 'Her name is Claire.'
'Right. Well, mine's Robert, but everybody calls me Drag. Don't ask.'
'I won't,' she said, and stepped back over the threshold. 'Good night. Be safe, you guys.'
'You too!' It was a chorus, and the group wandered off with their backpacks and enthusiasm, and for a moment, she badly wanted to change her mind and join them. Just be part of something again, and not stuck here in the dark.
But she closed and locked the door, and went back upstairs instead.
No Liz. Claire did her e-mail, called her parents, and finally changed into her pyjamas. She was worried enough by that time to call Liz's cell, and got an answer, finally.