Chapter Forty-One
Caro had eaten all
the grapes again. April would have laughed if it didn’t hurt so
much. During the week she had been in hospital, Caro had come in
every day after school bearing a plastic carrier bag of fruit,
crisps and unhealthy fizzy drinks to ‘help build up the patient’s
strength’, despite having been repeatedly told that April was not
allowed - was unable, in fact - to eat anything except the pureed
hospital food. ‘Ah well, can’t let it go to waste,’ she would
shrug, reaching for the Wotsits. April actually enjoyed the routine
and was glad to have her friend to distract her with stories of the
world outside, particularly details of the aftermath of what Caro
now referred to as ‘The Winter Ball Massacre’. April was amused to
hear that the school had bequeathed her a ‘Wall of April’ opposite
‘Milos Wall’, which was crammed with cards and letters from
well-wishers, the same well-wishers who had so recently been
exchanging gossip about her supposed loose behaviour at the
Halloween party.
‘That girl Emily from
your Philosophy class is now claiming that you and she are best
buddies and that you’re going on holiday together when you get out
of here. Clacton, I think it is.’
April giggled and
immediately winced. On top of the pain in her bruised neck,
laughter would also bring on shooting pains in her side where she
had broken three ribs. Considering she had been attacked by a
bloodthirsty monster from hell, April considered herself to have
got off lightly. She’d had eighteen stitches in her head, a bruised
spleen, a broken little finger and damage to her larynx. Worst of
all, her arm had not been broken, it had been bitten, torn open
down one side. ‘It looked like a Rottweiler had got hold of you,’
the surgeon had told her later. It was currently stapled together
pending another operation, and bound up in bandages two inches
thick.
Apart from an awful
lot of very dark blood, no trace had been found of Marcus and the
police were working on the theory that he had somehow managed to
skip the country. According to DI Reece, who had visited the day
before, they were also keen to talk to him in connection with both
the Alix Graves and Isabelle Davis murders, although April guessed
that this was due to pressure from his superiors to clear up the
unsolved cases, rather than from a wealth of evidence. April’s
statement was, she suspected, all the evidence they
had.
‘There are about
fifty theories going around school about Marcus,’ said Caro as she
unzipped a banana. ‘Crack addiction, radiation poisoning, some sort
of gay love tryst.’
‘I take it that last
one was Simon’s?’ asked April.
‘You know him too
well.’ Caro smiled. ‘The funny thing is that no one’s really going
for the—’ she lowered her voice ‘—vampires angle, especially considering it all
happened in Highgate Cemetery. I was convinced the media would be
all over it, but maybe Nicholas Osbourne has managed to hush the
whole thing up.’
April smiled. Even
now, Caro couldn’t let the conspiracy theory go, despite the fact
they had proven Davina’s father was neither a vampire nor the
heartless fiend Caro had claimed. In many ways, April owed Nicholas
Osbourne her life. After Gabriel had carried her onto the lawn,
Davina’s dad had realised that it would take too long for an
ambulance to reach the house, so he’d carried April to his car and
driven her to A&E himself - mercifully close to the house - at
high speed, running red lights and taking corners at sixty. Of
course, without Gabriel, she would never have made it that far.
Without Gabriel’s sacrifice, she would be lying next to her dad
right now.
Oh God, Gabriel, what did you do? she thought for
the hundredth time. Why did you do
it?
When she had come
round, two days after the attack, the doctors had told her how the
young man had used his shirt to skilfully bind her wound. ‘An
amazing job,’ said the consultant. ‘Without it, you would have bled
to death for sure.’
But that wasn’t all.
No, Gabriel had done something else, something so wonderful and
terrible it still made her heart lurch to think of it. He had given
her the kiss of life, despite knowing it would kill him. He had put
his lips to hers and breathed life into her, even as she stole his
away from him, infecting him with the Fury virus. April had done
little else but lie there and think over the past few days and she
would swing from anger at his stupidity to amazement at the
incredible, selfless, loving thing he had done. Because it
was love, she was sure of it. He hadn’t
just resuscitated her, he had kissed her - he had kissed her there,
half-dead in the snow of the cemetery, a full-on, passionate kiss
that she had felt from her toes to the tips of her ears. And then -
it made her heart leap so hard it hurt - he had told her he loved
her. He loved her. More than that: he didn’t
want to be in the world without her, those had been his
actual words. April had tried to bring it up, to discuss it, to
dissect the meaning when Gabriel had visited over the past few
days, but she had found that whenever she tried to repeat the
words, her throat closed and she choked, and instead she had simply
held his hand and whispered, ‘Me too.’ Right now, April decided to
concentrate on simpler matters.
‘So how’s everyone
else?’ she asked.
‘Ah well, Davina’s
thriving on the fact that it all happened yards from her bedroom
and the fact that her dad was the unlikely hero. I was right about
that too, by the way - the power of positive PR. Agropharm’s share
price has gone through the roof after his heroics. I wouldn’t like
to suggest he only saved you for the publicity, but …’
April smirked.
‘You’re still miffed he didn’t turn out to be the Regent, aren’t
you?’
Caro pulled a satsuma
out of her bag and began to peel it. ‘A bit.’ She smiled. ‘But it
doesn’t mean that the Regent, whoever he is, isn’t the one behind
the school. And there’s still that email from Nicholas to Hawk to
explain. I mean, what does he want Ravenwood students for,
exactly?’ She noticed April’s troubled expression and pulled an
apologetic face. ‘Hey, you don’t need to worry about all that now,’
said Caro. ‘You just concentrate on getting better. Besides,
Gabriel and I had a bit of a pow-wow last night and Big Gabe
reckons the suckers will back right off now. There’s too much heat
on them at the moment. Plus they must have loads of Christmas
shopping to do. Capes, candles, that sort of thing.’
April giggled and
winced again.
‘So how’s your mum
coping?’ asked Caro.
‘It’s ironic, but I
think it’s been good for her, having her daughter in intensive
care,’ said April. ‘It’s given her something else to fret about.
She certainly looks healthier these days and she and Grandpa Thomas
seem to be getting along better. They’ve promised to give me “a big
talk” when I’ve recovered, God knows what that’s going to be about.
Stay away from crazy boys, probably.’
‘Speak of the devil,’
said Caro, looking across April’s bed and nodding towards the door
of her room. She turned to see Gabriel standing there and her heart
did a cartwheel. He was wrapped up in a big coat and he looked
tired.
‘Hey there, hero,’
said Caro, standing up. ‘Your turn to cheer up the
patient.’
‘Don’t go on my
account,’ said Gabriel, but Caro held up the empty goodie bag. ‘I’m
all out of supplies,’ she said, leaning over to kiss April
goodbye.
When she was gone,
Gabriel pulled up a chair and they smiled at each other awkwardly.
April was glad he had come, but it hurt her to see him looking so
drained. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but she just
didn’t know how. She pushed herself up and swung her legs off the
bed.
‘We’re going for a
walk in the garden,’ she said to a nurse as they left April’s room,
then took Gabriel’s arm and they walked slowly down to a wide
silver lift that opened into the same lobby she had stood in the
night her father had died. They walked to the rear entrance, into a
garden overlooking Waterlow Park to the north and the East Cemetery
to the south. Through the trees they could just see the top of the
Osbourne mansion and April shivered. Gabriel draped his coat around
her shoulders, almost a ritual between them now, and they walked
along the path.
‘So how are you
feeling?’
‘Not bad,’ said
April, gesturing to her injured arm. ‘Apparently I’m healing really
quickly. Not as quick as you, of course. Well, I mean, as quick as
you used to heal. Sorry, I didn’t think.’
Gabriel laughed.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I’m okay. I quite like it in a funny
way.’
‘How can you like
it?’ said April with sadness in her voice. ‘You’re
dying.’
Gabriel let a long
breath out, his cheeks pink. ‘I haven’t been ill in a hundred
years. Not a cold, not a headache, barely even a scratch. When you
get used to being that way, it makes you complacent and arrogant.
You lose touch with life.’
They stopped where
the wall bordered the cemetery. There was a little green space with
benches and they sat down. Gabriel ran a hand over the bare
branches of a shrub growing next to their seat as if he was seeing
a tree for the first time.
‘Nature is all about
things being born and dying, isn’t it?’ he said quietly. ‘In a few
months there will be leaves here and flowers in the beds. There’s a
flow to the world that you can only see when you’re vulnerable.
Normal people get sad when it rains, they worry about germs, they
look forward to spring. None of that matters to a vampire, because
nothing can touch us. It’s funny, I feel more alive than I have in
years, now that I’m dying. And now that I have you.’
‘But maybe you’re not
going to die,’ said April, tears springing into her eyes. ‘Maybe
there’s a cure.’
Gabriel put his cold
hand up to touch her face. ‘There is, April.’ He smiled. ‘It’s you.
You are the cure.’
She was crying now.
‘But I’ve only just found you,’ she sobbed. ‘Why does everything I
love have to go away?’
He took her face in
his hands and kissed her. His lips were soft and warm and April
could feel him next to her, his heart beating as hard as hers.
God, is this how it feels? she thought.
Is this really love? Then suddenly she
pulled back, pushing him away ineffectually with her one good
arm.
‘Oh God, what have
you done?’ she said. ‘You can’t kiss me!’
Gabriel laughed. ‘Oh
yes I can!’ He chuckled, gathering her up in his arms and kissing
her again. ‘You can’t infect me twice, can you?’
April looked
unconvinced. ‘But maybe I’ll make it worse or
something.’
He shook his head and
placed two fingers on her lips. ‘Trust me, I’m a
doctor.’
‘You’re a
what?’
He threw his head
back and laughed, but there was a rasping sound to it that April
didn’t like at all. ‘I’m over a hundred years old, remember?’ he
said. ‘You stick around long enough, you can learn a lot. Got to
fill your time with something - we don’t all play the church organ
in the dead of night, you know.’
April stared at him
open-mouthed.
‘You’re a
doctor?’
Somehow this was
harder to believe than him being undead.
‘Remember I was a
student when I was turned? I switched from law to medicine. I
needed to be near blood, so it seemed logical. Unfortunately, I
have to keep doing the exams.’
‘Why?’
‘Because I look like
this,’ he said, pointing to his face. ‘I can pass for early
twenties, but I’m perpetually a junior doctor, so every few years I
have to start again and requalify in a different
place.’
‘But doesn’t seeing
all that blood send you into a feeding frenzy or
something?’
Gabriel shook his
head. ‘Just the opposite. Imagine you were a drug addict who ran a
chemist’s. You wouldn’t spend your whole time off your head, would
you? Having so much blood around makes it easier.’
‘But aren’t there
other ways to get blood?’
‘Well, most vampires
have feeders, people who let them drink a little of their blood
every day.’
‘Don’t
you?’
‘I have in the past,’
he said, and April found herself feeling ridiculously
jealous.
‘So, what - you have
access to the blood banks?’
Gabriel nodded. ‘It’s
not like I’m denying anyone - despite what the blood donor drives
tell you, there’s always a huge surplus of type O.’
‘So because of your
training you were able to stop my arm bleeding?’
Gabriel nodded. April
tried to remember it, but all she got was a jumble of images: the
sensation of falling, gravestones and trees, Marcus’s face covered
with blood. She turned to Gabriel.
‘Why did you do it,
Gabriel? Why did you save me?’
He brushed the hair
away from her face. ‘Because I couldn’t let you go,’ he said
softly.
‘But you’re going to
have to now, aren’t you?’ she said, feeling tears sting her eyes.
‘Now we’ll be apart anyway.’ It was all so unfair: she had found
her perfect man, done everything she could to push him away, and
now, when he had finally told her he loved her, he had given his
life for hers.
‘Hey, I’m not dead
yet,’ he said and pulled her in for another kiss.
‘them…’
At the sound of
someone clearing their throat, April glanced away from Gabriel and
found herself looking at Miss Holden.
‘Miss …’ she
stammered, instinctively pulling away from Gabriel. ‘What are you
doing here?’
The teacher raised
her eyebrows. ‘It’s visiting hours, April, the nurse told me where
to find you.’ She held up the bag she was carrying. ‘I brought you
some books I thought might help pass the time.’
Homework? thought April bitterly. Haven’t I suffered enough?
‘Well, I think I’d
better be going,’ said Gabriel, standing up.
‘Indeed,’ said Miss
Holden. He nodded to the teacher, but then turned back to April.
Slowly, deliberately, he planted his lips on hers, taking his time
with the kiss.
Wow! was all her brain could come up with, hoping
he might do it again, but instead he just turned and walked back to
the hospital.
‘Well.’ Miss Holden
cleared her throat uncomfortably. ‘Are you allowed to drink tea?
Because I could certainly do with a cup.’
In the ground-floor
café, the teacher brought April a cup of warm soup and they settled
down at an out-of-the-way table.
‘Do I really have to
do homework?’ asked April, blowing on her soup.
‘It is Ravenwood,
April,’ said Miss Holden. ‘You can’t get behind. Anyway, I thought
you’d want something to keep your mind off things, since you’ve had
an awful lot on your plate recently.’
April shrugged. ‘I’m
doing okay,’ she said. ‘I mean, it has been tough with the new
school and my dad and everything, but—’
‘Oh, I don’t mean all
that,’ said Miss Holden, taking a sip of her tea. ‘I mean the
vampires.’
She said it so
lightly, in such an offhand manner, that April didn’t think she
could have heard her right. ‘I’m sorry, the vampires?’
Miss Holden smiled.
‘Yes, April. I know all about it, and I’ve been trying to discuss
it with you.’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s been rather difficult so
far.’
April put down her
spoon. Suddenly she didn’t feel like eating any more.
‘You … you
know?’
The teacher nodded.
‘I’ve been a little economical with the truth, I’m afraid. It’s
true that as a teacher, it’s my responsibility to look after you,
but my responsibilities actually go a lot further than that. I know
that you’ve recently discovered your true place in the world and
I’m here to help you however I can.’
April shifted in her
seat. She felt uncomfortable and, frankly, a bit weird. Was this
woman really telling her that she knew about the Furies
thing?
‘What place in the
world?’
‘You’re a Fury,
April. You have the mark behind your ear, don’t you?’
April couldn’t help
reaching up to touch her hair defensively. ‘I don’t know what you
mean,’ she said.
Miss Holden nodded
and looked down at her cup. ‘I completely understand. This must be
the strangest thing in the world for you at the moment. Not only
have you discovered that vampires are actually real, you’ve
discovered that some of them live in your town, in your street.
Then, when you’re getting your head around that, you find that they
even go to your school.’
April genuinely
couldn’t think what to say. It seemed stupid to deny it when Miss
Holden clearly knew so much, but even so, she had become used to
being paranoid and careful. After all, she had no idea who this
woman really was or what she wanted. She said she was here to help,
but how could she possibly help?
‘I don’t know what
you’re talking about,’ said April, as evenly as she
could.
Miss Holden smiled
slightly. ‘Okay, fine,’ she said, fixing April with a serious look.
‘I’m guessing that no one has been straight with you up until now,
so I will be. My name is Annabel Holden and I am a Guardian. I have
known about the vampires since before I could talk, and I have been
fighting them ever since I could stand. The Guardians are a secret
society dedicated to gathering information on the vampires and
doing everything we can to prevent their rise. We have been doing
this since the first undead climbed from the grave, and many
believe that moment pre-dates the Bible. My mother was a Guardian
and so was my grandfather; the secret is passed down the
generations. We have a network of friends around the world -
police, church members, academics, even people in government - who
let us know where the vampires are active. We go there to do what
we can. That’s why I’m here, that’s why I teach at Ravenwood. At
first, I thought I was here to learn about the Ravenwood
organisation and do my best to protect the students, but now it
seems I am here to train you.’
‘Train
me?’
Miss Holden smiled.
‘Not like Rocky. I’m here to teach you everything I know about
vampires. Who they are, what they can do, what they want. What you
can do. Because without that knowledge, you’ll be in serious
danger.’ She watched April’s face carefully. ‘I don’t want to scare
you, April, but it’s pointless to pretend otherwise. There’s
something bad happening around us, a darkness is
gathering.’
‘A
darkness?’
‘Three high-profile
killings, unprovoked attacks, an increase in recruitment, and I
think that’s just the beginning. The vampires are on the move.
Maybe it’s just a power struggle between the clans, but the rise of
Ravenwood suggests a bigger plan, something much more far-reaching
and sinister.’
‘But wasn’t Marcus
acting alone?’ asked April with a terrible feeling of dread. It had
been hard enough to grasp the fact that she’d been half-killed by a
vampire, but the idea that it might not have been a random act was
too much to bear.
Miss Holden saw her
frightened expression and softened her tone. ‘Yes, it’s possible
Marcus was just out of control, although if he was involved in your
dad or Isabelle’s deaths, I assume he was acting on orders, but
this -’ she gestured towards April’s wounds ‘- this was personal.
I’m sorry. I should have guessed that Marcus would do something
like this after you were targeted by Benjamin.’
‘I was
targeted?’
‘Yes. All of your
friends have been - you must have noticed that?’
April looked down at
her hands, feeling guilt at having dragged so many people she cared
about into this horrible mess.
‘I can only think
Marcus felt threatened by you when he saw how strongly Benjamin,
Davina and the rest of the vampires were drawn to you. He felt the
attraction too and I think he hated being so powerless; that’s
probably what sent him over the edge. Mr Sheldon disciplined him
after he threatened you, of course, and I thought that would be
enough, but I was wrong.’
‘What do you mean,
they were drawn to me?’
‘You’re a Fury,
April. Like it or not, you’re a part of nature, a counterbalance to
the vampires. You’re a honey trap for vampires. Everything about
you is designed to draw them in: the way you look, the sound of
your voice, even your smell. You must have noticed that people at
the school were reacting to you in an unusual way?’
April felt cold;
goosebumps ran up and down her unbandaged arm. She had felt it. Of
course, she had assumed it was because she was new and therefore
interesting, but perhaps … It would certainly explain a lot: like
why someone like Milo Asprey would want to kiss her. Like why
Davina wanted to be friends with her. But could any of this be
true? Was she really that different from everyone else? She knew
one thing: she didn’t want to be different.
‘You’re not saying
much,’ said Miss Holden.
April shook her head.
She was reluctant to open up to the teacher, tell her how angry she
felt at having been backed into this corner, having so much heaped
upon her shoulders, having people around her get hurt. She wanted
to tell someone, to let it all out before she burst, but she had no
idea who Miss Holden really was and what she wanted from her. April
shrugged. ‘I’m finding it hard to get excited about any of it to be
honest. My dad’s dead, I’ve been mauled by a lunatic and … well,
I’ve got a lot on my mind.’
‘Gabriel, you mean?’
she asked.
April looked up and
saw a kind expression on the teacher’s face. ‘For what it’s worth,
I don’t think the Fury thing is what drew him to you,’ said Miss
Holden. ‘I think there’s a much simpler explanation.’
April could feel
herself choking up and Miss Holden touched her hand gently. ‘I know
what he did for you, April,’ she said softly. ‘It was a wonderful
thing, whoever or whatever he is. So maybe this will help: a
Guardian’s job is to know where the vampires are and what they’re
doing, and as far as I know, Gabriel Swift hasn’t shown any
interest in another woman since he buried Lily.’
April’s eyes widened.
‘How do you know about Lily?’
‘I know the whole
story, April - it’s what I do. But you watch yourself with him,
okay? He may have saved your life but he’s still a
vampire.’
April shook her head,
tears pricking her eyes again. ‘Not for much longer.’
Miss Holden lifted
her bag onto the table and pulled out a book. ‘Listen, I’ve got to
be getting back to school, but I’ll leave you this.’
She slid it across to
April. It was an old linen-bound book, the sort Mr Gill had stacked
up in their thousands. On the spine in faded letters was the title
Magick and Ritual.
‘This will answer a
lot of your questions,’ she said. ‘It’s a sort of Rough Guide to mythical creatures, written in 1840.
You can take whatever you find in there as gospel, more or less.’
She tapped the edge of the book where a bright pink Post-it note
was sticking out. ‘I think you’ll be particularly interested in
chapter six. I’ve marked the page, although as a Guardian, I really
shouldn’t be telling you about it. Think of it as a goodwill
gesture.’
April looked at her
quizzically, but Miss Holden just smiled.
‘You’ll see,’ she
said, rising. ‘And I’ve written my numbers on the bookmark. Give me
a call when you feel up to it, then we can have a proper talk. My
door, of course,’ she said with an ironic smile, ‘is always
open.’
April got up with her
and walked back towards the lifts. ‘So what happens when I go back
to school?’ she asked.
‘Business as usual.
I’m the teacher, you’re just another student.’
‘But how can I
pretend nothing’s happened?’
Miss Holden stopped
and looked at April, her expression deadly serious. ‘You have to,
April, because your life depends on it and so do the lives of the
people around you.’
April began to
object, but the teacher held up a hand to stop her.
‘Yes, I know you
don’t like it and I can sympathise, but the vampires will be
looking for you - some of them will have worked out that there is a
Fury in their midst -and it’s vital that we stop them before they
figure out who and what you are. The best way to do that is to stay
in school, gain their confidence and try to get to them from the
inside. Your friend Caro’s theory is a good one. Only this time, we
will be doing it together.’
April nodded. She
wasn’t sure she had grasped everything Miss Holden had told her,
but she believed her when she said she was in danger.
‘So does this mean
I’ll get an A in History?’ she asked.
‘No, April. It
doesn’t,’ said the teacher as she turned away. But April could see
that she was smiling.
April got back in the
lift and returned to her room. Carefully laying Gabriel’s coat on
the chair, she clambered into bed with difficulty and opened the
book. The chapter was headed Mesapotamic
Alchemy: Solve et Coagula.
What is that? French? Latin? she wondered. She read
on:
The great Persian alchemists were men of infinite wisdom and vast ambition, and among their myriad lusts were three primary aspirations, to whit: the transmutation of base metal into gold, the creation of a panacea - a universal remedy that held the power to cure all known contagions - and the discovery of alcahest, a universal solvent which could dissolve any material, even the hardest stones. The most ancient and secretive of all the alchemists were the Hermetic scholars whose dread experiments combined all of the magick and heretical knowledge to one end: the search for immortality. Many believe that the Muslim physician Muhammad ibn Zakariya al-Razi, or Rhazes, actually succeeded in his quest in the ninth century, inadvertently creating the vampire race, although another, equally lucid school believes the alchemists were searching for a cure to the vampire disease: a chicken and egg argument. What is indisputable is that by the early sixteenth century, with the rise of chemistry and biology as mainstream philosophical approaches, many branches of alchemy were forced to choose a side, go underground, or both -for example, the Guardian sect, direct descendants of the alchemist Rhazes, who had sworn to use their substantial knowledge to fight vampires and lycanthropes. The Guardians also swore to protect the Furies, a group of humans with the biological ability to destroy vampires. Guardian lore also contends that they held the antidote to the Fury virus, known as ‘Dragon’s Breath’, suggesting that the sect had great magickal learning. Little is known ofthis elixir, except that it involved distilling the root of the Hawmarsh tree and the leaves of the Spirula plant, only found in a very few ancient English woods. The recipe is supposedly hidden in the Latin tract Liber Albus, one of the many spellbooks lost with the rise of materialism.
‘What are you reading?’
April looked up to
see Gabriel standing at the foot of her bed.
‘Gabriel!’ she cried
and jumped up, throwing her one good arm around him
awkwardly.
‘Hey, steady!’ He
laughed, hugging her back, then helped her into bed.
‘You came
back.’
He shrugged
sheepishly. ‘For my coat. I’m feeling the cold all of a
sudden.’
April threw a pillow
at him. ‘And there I was thinking you couldn’t stay away from
me.’
‘That too.’ He
smiled.
‘Listen, I’ve got
some amazing news,’ said April eagerly, quickly explaining what
Miss Holden had told her, then showing him the book. When she had
finished, Gabriel just nodded and looked thoughtful.
‘What’s the matter?’
asked April. ‘Aren’t you pleased?’
‘Of course. I want to
stick around as long as possible now I’ve found you.’ He smiled at
her. ‘But there’s a catch.’
‘What
catch?’
‘This potion -
assuming we can find all the ingredients - may well counteract the
Fury virus, but it won’t cure me. I’ll still be a vampire,
April.’
‘But you’ll be
alive!’ said April with excitement. ‘And where there’s life there’s
hope, Gabriel. Once you’re back to strength we can start looking
for the Vampire Regent, but first we have to get you well. Please,
Gabriel,’ she said, the tears beginning to run down her face.
‘Don’t go away just when I’ve found you.’
Gabriel pulled her to
him and hugged her tightly. ‘I don’t want to leave you. It’s just
that this past week, I’ve felt so alive, so connected with the
world, with you, and I don’t want to lose that either. But of
course you’re right. Let’s find the book, wherever and whatever it
might be. Let’s find the Regent. Let’s find the man who had your
father killed. Okay?’
She looked up at him
with shining eyes. ‘Okay,’ she said.
He pushed her back
onto the bed and began kissing away her tears. ‘Besides which, I’ve
got some ideas of my own.’
April giggled and
reached out for him, but instead he turned away.
‘Hey!’ she protested.
‘Where are you going?’
He went over to the
windows and flipped the blinds down, then locked the
door.
‘Well, if you’re
determined to find me a cure,’ he said, grinning as he walked back
to the bed, ‘then we’d better make the most of it, hadn’t
we?’