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full-fledged darkling now instead of…
    Well, instead of whatever he had become.
    Jonathan and Jessica sat close to each other, their fingers intertwined, separated from everyone around them by their coupleness. Of course, they would turn and talk to Dess every once in a while, throwing her a bone. Jessica had witnessed what Melissa had done to Dess and felt almost as bad as if she’d done it herself. Her thoughts were often layered with a sickly survivor’s guilt: If only I had stopped Melissa, blah, blah, blah…
    Of course, Jessica’s indignation wasn’t nearly as bad as what lurked in Jonathan’s mind. Ever since he’d touched Melissa and felt what it was like to be her, a rancid pity polluted him from head to toe.
    Of course, the joke was on him. Because being Melissa didn’t feel like that anymore.
    It felt sweet.
    “Sucker,” she whispered, and let herself be buoyed again by the chanting crowd.
     
    Loverboy made his way in about fifteen minutes late, slipping easily past the teacher monitoring the door.
    Melissa tasted his mind through the chaotic energies of the pep rally. Despite all the confusion he carried now, Rex’s thoughts still reached her on their own special channel, even clearer than those of the other midnighters’. She knew instantly that something unexpected had happened to him in the empty hallways of the school. His mind was bright and buzzing, like just after they’d kissed.
    But whatever had happened had also unnerved him. Melissa felt him scan the crowd anxiously, relaxing only when he spotted her atop the closest bleachers to the door. He made his way up with soft, effortless steps, as fluid as a cat across a rooftop.
    Melissa smiled. Watching Rex show off his new feline grace was one of her great pleasures.
    “Get what you wanted?” she asked as he settled beside her.
    “Oh, my English book.” He shook his head. “Forgot all about it, actually. Had some trouble on the way.”
    “Yeah, I figured that.” She could taste it more clearly now: Underneath his excitement Rex was bubbling with the darkling flavor he sometimes had now—the sour lemon of a young hunter’s mind jazzed by the smell of prey. “Hmm. Didn’t eat anybody, did you?”
    “Not quite. But it was a pretty close thing.” He held out his hand, palm up. “Want to see?” His eyes flashed.
    “Of course, Loverboy.” She smiled and placed her hand over his.
    The darkling taste redoubled, shuddering through her acid and electric, like kissing an old car battery that still carried some juice. The surging taste of it blotted out the insipid flavors of the pep rally.
    She felt Rex’s new predatory confidence, his worries about losing control, the fading buzz of his wild transformation. Someone had threatened him, she realized, had actually dared to get into his face. Sucker.
    And there was something else… an unexpected cluster of memories carried on top of Rex’s spinning thoughts.
    Not a darkling flavor, but something fearful and human.
    Melissa pulled her hand away, staring into the whorls of her palm to puzzle over the strange images: a rattler cut in two by someone’s dad in a backyard, its fangs snapping together in its death throes. The two snake halves squirming for thirty minutes on either side of the shovel that had bisected them, as if trying to rejoin each other and wreak revenge.
    Melissa blinked. “Someone’s afraid of snakes?”
    “Timmy Hudson is.” Rex smiled, showing too many teeth. “Very.”
    She shook her head. “What the hell?”
    Rex stared down at the cheerleaders, who were piling themselves into a shaky pyramid. His glassy eyes gazed straight through them, into some new mix of midnighter lore and implanted ancient memories.
    “Well, you know how darklings take our nightmares and use them against us?”
    “Of course I do, Rex.” Every night Melissa tasted the old minds out across the desert. And she had personally witnessed their shape-shifting into all creatures vile and