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my smiley Mr. Hot had vanished. Sigh.
    “You’re on thin ice, Kira,” Olympia said. “I suggest you follow the rules as closely as you can until we figure out what happened here.”
    “I know what happened here,” I said. “Some vampire killed Tex Harrison. To be more specific, some vampire who isn’t me . A not-me vampire who has nothing to do with me.”
    “Kira!” Olympia said sharply.
    “All right, all right,” I grumbled, sitting back in my seat and folding my arms mutinously.
    Well, fine. It could be worse; at least Rowan was cute in his own way. And after all, I do have two eyes. Nobody said I couldn’t also watch Mr. Hot.
    Wilhelm had already seen the news on TV by the time we got home. For all that he hates the last thirteen centuries so much, he sure doesn’t seem to have a problem with modern technology, most especially TVs. And microwaves to heat your coffee-laced blood. And lights that you can clap on and clap off fromthe comfort of your own coffin.
    “KIRA NOVEMBER!” he hollered from the den as soon as he heard the front door open.
    “I DIDN’T DO IT!” I bellowed back.
    “YOU GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!” he shouted. Yeah, in case you were wondering, it turns out that dads are pretty much the same whether they’re fifty or fourteen hundred years old.
    Olympia put a firm hand on my shoulder before I could dart upstairs. “Let’s discuss this,” she said meaningfully. Ugh . I suppose I should be grateful that I get to be in on these “discussions.” My real mom used to just ground me without an explanation or anything, which kind of sucked. But man, Olympia and Wilhelm can talk forever about my misbehavior and all the punishments in store for me. I mean, they have all the time in the world—literally. I think most teenagers should count themselves lucky that their parents aren’t immortal like mine.
    “But I swear I didn’t do it,” I said, trying to fidget away. No luck; Olympia’s grip has seven hundred years of vampire strength in it. “Whathappened to ‘innocent until proven guilty’?”
    “Doesn’t apply to repeat offenders,” Zach smirked.
    “Shut up, Zach,” I said. “Shouldn’t Zach have to join us for this? I mean, I don’t see why he isn’t as suspicious as I am.”
    “Hello? Alibi?” Zach said, tossing his head annoyingly so his hair resettled in that shiny, perfect way it always does.
    “Don’t you worry about Zach,” Olympia said. She steered me toward the den, and Zach gave me a smug salute as he sauntered up the stairs. “Zach is not your problem, Kira.”
    But she’s wrong about that. Zach is most definitely my problem, and with my luck, he always will be.
    Because I’m the one who made him a vampire.

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