His stepmum clears her throat. “I’ll send for you when dinner’s ready.”
“Thank you,” Baz says, and he’s on the move again, leading me up a staircase so grand, there are statues built into it—naked women holding circles of light. I can’t tell if they’re electric light or magickal, but it makes sense to have lights built into your stairs when everything in your house is either dark wood or dark red, and the windows are so far away that the middle of the house feels like the bottom of the ocean.
I try to keep up with him. I still can’t believe he’s wearing jeans. I guess he wouldn’t wear his uniform when he’s not at school, but I’d always imagined Baz lounging around in suits and waistcoats—with, like, silk scarves hanging around his neck.
I mean … they do look like really expensive jeans. Dark. And snug from his waist to his ankles without looking tight.
I wonder for a moment if he’s leading me into a trap. He didn’t know I was coming, but don’t houses like this just come with built-in traps? He’s probably going to pull a black-tasselled cord and drop me into the dungeon—as soon as I finish telling him what I know.
We get to a long hallway, and Baz opens a tall arched door into a bedroom. His bedroom.
It’s another vampire joke: The walls have red fabric panels, and his bed is monstrous and decorated with gargoyles. (There are gargoyles. On his bed.)
He shuts the door behind me and sits on a chest at the foot of the bed. There are gargoyles on that, too.
“All right, Snow,” he says, “what the hell are you doing here?”
“You invited me,” I say. So lame. So eternally lame.
“Is that why you’re here? For Christmas?”
“No. I’m here because I have something to tell you—but you did invite me.”
He shakes his head like I’m an idiot. “Just tell me. Is it about my mother?”
“I found out who Nicodemus is.”
That gets his attention. He stands up again. “Who?”
“He’s Ebb’s brother.”
“Ebb your girlfriend?”
“Ebb the goatherd.”
“She doesn’t have a brother.”
“She does,” I say. “A twin. He was stricken from the Book when he became a vampire.”
I swear Baz’s face gets even whiter.
“Ebb’s brother was Turned? They struck him from the Book for that?”
“No, he joined up with the vampires himself. Voluntarily.”
“What?” Baz sneers. “That isn’t actually how it works, Snow.”
I step into his space. “How does it work, Baz?”
“You don’t fucking join up.”
“This Nicodemus did. He tried to get Ebb to go with him.”
“Ebb. The goatherd. Has a brother named Nicodemus that nobody’s ever heard of—”
“I told you—we haven’t heard about him, because he’s stricken. That’s why Ebb lives at Watford. Your mum gave her a job, so she wouldn’t join her brother. They’re both bloody superheroes, I guess, and everybody was afraid they’d team up and be supervampires.”
“Ebb knew my mother?”
“Yeah. Your mum gave Ebb her job.”
Baz is just standing there like he wants to punch something—or suck it dry.
“Well, where is he now?” he asks. “This Nicodemus?”
“Ebb doesn’t know. She’s not supposed to talk to him. She’s not supposed to talk about him, even.”
Baz sneers again, then reminds me that he actually is a supervampire—a supervillain: “Doesn’t know, does she? Well,” he says, “we’ll see about that.”
I put my hand on his chest. I don’t have to step any closer to reach him. “No,” I say firmly. “Ebb doesn’t know where Nicodemus is. We’re not talking to her again.”
Baz swallows and licks his grey-pink lower lip. “I’ll talk to the goatherd if I want to, Snow.”
“Not if you want my help.” I keep my hand on his chest because I feel like he still needs to be held back, but I can’t believe he’s letting me do it.
His hand flies up and closes over my wrist. (As if he’s read my mind.) (Is that a vampire thing?) “Fine,” he says, shoving my wrist down. “Then how do we find Nicodemus?”
“I haven’t thought it through that far. I came here as soon as I left Ebb’s.”
“Well, what does Penelope think?”
“I haven’t talked to her yet.”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know—I told you, I haven’t talked to her. I came straight here.”
Baz seems confused. “You came straight here?”
“Would you rather I waited to tell you after Christmas break?”
He narrows his eyes and licks his lips again. I put my hands on my hips, just to have