the gooey caramel coconut frosting. I sensed nothing awry with my son and felt a surge of relief that he, too, was healthy. Being an immortal with powers had some advantages for a mother. I placed my hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Mine." The same jolt I had experienced with Jenny occurred again and when I lifted my hand, there was the fading impression of the honeysuckle blossom on my son's skin.
"Mom?" Bry blinked awake, staring at me through sleepy eyes. "You feeling better?"
My throat knotted. How would I ever explain to my babies that I was dead, but still walking around? I brushed a lock of hair from Bry's forehead and said, "Sleep." To my shock, he slumped against his pillow and started snoring.
Instant knowledge of health and the power to ensure obedience? Being a vamp mom might not be so bad. After kissing his brow, I shut the door to the Pit and headed downstairs.
July inOklahoma sucked (har har). Walking into the summer night from an air-conditioned house was like walking into a tepid lake. The evening brought some relief from the aching heat, but the humidity was unrelenting.
The RV's middle door opened and Dr. Michaels, no, Stan , gestured me inside. I found myself in a room that had ceiling-to-floor consoles on either side. Two men manned the electronic doohickeys and neither gave me a glance. Well, so much for smooth skin and flat stomachs. Stan led me into the same room in which he'd interviewed me the night before. I looked up and saw that the hole I'd made had been patched.
"How are you feeling, Mrs. Matthews?"
Irritated. Scared. Dead. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
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He looked at me, fiddling with the ever-present PDA in his hands, and shook his head.
"Thank you for keeping my kids safe and taking care of them."
"You're welcome." He seemed pleased by my gratitude. Hmmm. Maybe vampires didn't often express appreciation. "Patrick told me that Lorcan spoke to you."
"Yeah. You said something last night about the Taint. Did it make him into that slobbering beast?"
"No. The cure we attempted had an unexpected side effect."
"What was the cure?"
Stan considered me, as if trying to decide whether or not I deserved an answer. I resorted to crossing my arms and using the Look, which almost never failed to quell my children's pestering.
"The problem with the Taint is that once it's inside the bloodstream, it stays… latched. It doesn't matter if the diseased vampire drinks from clean sources after exposure, either," he said. "The Taint has been around for as long as there have been vampires, but it's recently become an epidemic."
"Nature's way of controlling the vampire population?" I asked.
"We think this strain was introduced on purpose."
"You mean like a biochemical attack? Who would do that? And why?"
He shrugged. Either he didn't know the answers to the questions or he didn't want to tell me.
"Lor fasted for a week—only a very old vampire can survive without sustenance for that long. We were trying to rid his system of the infected blood. Then we injected him with multiple rounds of lycanthrope—uh, werewolf—blood. We hoped that doing so would be able to kill off the Taint."
"Did it?"
"We're not sure. He awoke from his rest as you saw him, Mrs. Matthews. And he was starved. It seems the transfusion made him… well, ravenous, much more so than we expected. He also seems to have more strength, which is saying a lot since vampires are already ten times stronger than most humans."
"But why are you guys here' ? In Broken Heart?"
"Ah. That reminds me." He tapped on the PDA and frowned. "The meeting starts in fifteen minutes."
"What meeting?"
He pried his gaze away from the PDA. "Patrick didn't tell you?"
"He said that he needed to feed. Where does he get his blood?"
"From donors, of course."
Disgust roiled in my gut along with a very unfamiliar, weird desire. I felt my top gums split, then