of mica. He had to be so pissed by what had happened. All his work to make vampires acceptable, to create a 'new generation' narrative people would fall for. All thrown under the bus by Louis and his LA vampires. She wanted to laugh. Poor Plessy! All that work.
"People okay with that? Vampires on our side?"
"Fuck, I don't know. I know I'm not, but Lynnfield said we're going to-- Dammit! I told you to shut up. I can't be talking to you like this. Enough, all right? Enough."
She heard him stand up and begin to pace back and forth. She closed her mouth. She'd pushed him as far as she could.
Her thoughts strayed. Enclosed within her tiny hood, her world dark, her breath as loud as the ocean, she waited. Hours passed. She thought of the events that had just recently gone down in LA. Her mind shied from certain memories, obsessed over others. She thought of how Louis had looked the last time she had seen him, how she had battered him to the ground and then thrown him out the window. Was he out there, sleeping, waiting to rise tonight and cause further chaos? Definitely. Chico and Cloud. Where were they? She hoped fervently that they were safe, that they had taken the reporter, Fernanda, and found Ramonito and left town already.
Theo. Out there like Louis, asleep while the sun scrawled its fiery path across the sky. Heartless now, his soul torn apart. She remembered his furious gaze, his raw hunger, the burning hatred that had compelled him to try to kill her at the very last. Selah shuddered. If Plessy was on the side of the US, then Miami was probably still an orderly place. Which meant Mama B and General Adams--
She stiffened. Mama B had to have told General Adams by now that she was turning herself over to the military. The General had hidden himself away in Miami as a form of penance, but he still had clout. He knew what her blood could do. The potential it carried. He'd be reaching out already, fighting to find her, to get her freed. That was what she had to latch onto. Even now, he was probably making phone calls from his office in Miami. She took a slow, steady breath and nodded. They were going to come for her. They were.
Eventually, fatigue overcame her. She tried lying down, but couldn't get comfortable with her arms tied behind her back. Instead, she finally scooted back against the bars and leaned against them. Her head sank and she drifted off into uneasy sleep.
Selah awoke as her cell door clanged open. She jerked her head up, trying to see what was going on, but of course couldn't. Footsteps marched up to her, hands slipped under her arms and lifted her to her feet.
"Hey! What's going on? What's happening?"
They didn't respond. She was marched out of the cell, and then out of the room. Down a series of halls, and then she heard a door slam behind her. She was dumped into a chair again, and the tie around her neck was loosened and the hood yanked off.
Selah took a deep gasp of fresh air. Sweat was smeared across her face, and she blinked several times as the lights blinded her. Squinting, she looked around and saw that she was back in the small interrogation room with leaden walls with McKnight.
Selah stared at the Sergeant, who ignored her completely. Instead, she was reading a tablet, lips pursed, a thin line between her brows. A minute dragged out slowly. She had to bring up the vaccine. She hadn't had time during their first meeting, but that was what counted--that's what McKnight had to understand mattered.
"Selah Brown," said McKnight at last, and flicked her fingers across the tablet, sending the data to the wall to her right. The leaden surface gleamed to life and Selah saw a magnified version of her old driver's license appear on the wall, her sixteen-year-old face looking happily out at nothing. "Seventeen, five-foot-six, 125 lbs. Daughter of Mary Brown, deceased in 2022. Died in a car accident during the first War, death unrelated to vampire activity. Father is Anthony Brown, currently detained
"People okay with that? Vampires on our side?"
"Fuck, I don't know. I know I'm not, but Lynnfield said we're going to-- Dammit! I told you to shut up. I can't be talking to you like this. Enough, all right? Enough."
She heard him stand up and begin to pace back and forth. She closed her mouth. She'd pushed him as far as she could.
Her thoughts strayed. Enclosed within her tiny hood, her world dark, her breath as loud as the ocean, she waited. Hours passed. She thought of the events that had just recently gone down in LA. Her mind shied from certain memories, obsessed over others. She thought of how Louis had looked the last time she had seen him, how she had battered him to the ground and then thrown him out the window. Was he out there, sleeping, waiting to rise tonight and cause further chaos? Definitely. Chico and Cloud. Where were they? She hoped fervently that they were safe, that they had taken the reporter, Fernanda, and found Ramonito and left town already.
Theo. Out there like Louis, asleep while the sun scrawled its fiery path across the sky. Heartless now, his soul torn apart. She remembered his furious gaze, his raw hunger, the burning hatred that had compelled him to try to kill her at the very last. Selah shuddered. If Plessy was on the side of the US, then Miami was probably still an orderly place. Which meant Mama B and General Adams--
She stiffened. Mama B had to have told General Adams by now that she was turning herself over to the military. The General had hidden himself away in Miami as a form of penance, but he still had clout. He knew what her blood could do. The potential it carried. He'd be reaching out already, fighting to find her, to get her freed. That was what she had to latch onto. Even now, he was probably making phone calls from his office in Miami. She took a slow, steady breath and nodded. They were going to come for her. They were.
Eventually, fatigue overcame her. She tried lying down, but couldn't get comfortable with her arms tied behind her back. Instead, she finally scooted back against the bars and leaned against them. Her head sank and she drifted off into uneasy sleep.
Selah awoke as her cell door clanged open. She jerked her head up, trying to see what was going on, but of course couldn't. Footsteps marched up to her, hands slipped under her arms and lifted her to her feet.
"Hey! What's going on? What's happening?"
They didn't respond. She was marched out of the cell, and then out of the room. Down a series of halls, and then she heard a door slam behind her. She was dumped into a chair again, and the tie around her neck was loosened and the hood yanked off.
Selah took a deep gasp of fresh air. Sweat was smeared across her face, and she blinked several times as the lights blinded her. Squinting, she looked around and saw that she was back in the small interrogation room with leaden walls with McKnight.
Selah stared at the Sergeant, who ignored her completely. Instead, she was reading a tablet, lips pursed, a thin line between her brows. A minute dragged out slowly. She had to bring up the vaccine. She hadn't had time during their first meeting, but that was what counted--that's what McKnight had to understand mattered.
"Selah Brown," said McKnight at last, and flicked her fingers across the tablet, sending the data to the wall to her right. The leaden surface gleamed to life and Selah saw a magnified version of her old driver's license appear on the wall, her sixteen-year-old face looking happily out at nothing. "Seventeen, five-foot-six, 125 lbs. Daughter of Mary Brown, deceased in 2022. Died in a car accident during the first War, death unrelated to vampire activity. Father is Anthony Brown, currently detained
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