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at all. He was right, though. Oliver was all that stood between them and a life out in the world; a life free of Morganville. Except for the people they'd leave behind. She glanced back at Eve, surrounded by the kids in a circle of light, and at Michael, watching her from the shadows with so much longing and pain in his face. And it hit her. "Michael," she blurted. "Whatever Oliver might do to us, he can't leave Michael behind to die. He can't. Amelie would kill him." No doubt about that. Amelie had deeply loved Sam, Michael's grandfather, and when she'd turned Michael into a vampire, she'd considered him family--her family. If Oliver planned to throw them to the infected wolves, he was going to have to figure out how to do it and somehow save Michael, without letting Michael know what had happened to the rest of them. Michael must have heard her say his name, because he looked over at her. Shane crooked a finger at him. Michael nodded and walked over. He was much more observant than Claire was, because before he ever reached them, Michael looked around and said, "Where are they?"

"Thought maybe you knew," Shane said. "They being your fellow fanged ones. Isn't there some kind of flock instinct?"

"Bite me, blood bank. No, they didn't tell me anything." Michael frowned. "Stay here. I'm going to check the rest of the building. Be right back." He was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane's solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. "How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?"

"I sweat perfume. Like all girls." He laughed and squeezed her. He smelled good, too--more male, somehow, a little grungy and edgy and sweaty, and although she loved soap and water and shampoo, sometimes this was better--wilder. Michael was back in--true to his word--just a few minutes, and he didn't look at all happy. "I found Patience," he said. "She and Jacob are guarding the doors from the outside. Oliver went out to do a patrol."

"And everybody else?" Claire asked. "Morley took everybody else to go after the enemy. He said he wasn't going to wait for them to come to us. At least, that's what he said he was doing. For all Patience knows, Morley may be trying to find another truck or bus and get his people out of town."

"Did Oliver know about this?" Michael shook his head. "He's got no idea, although he might now, if he spotted them outside. Don't know how he'd stop them on his own, though." Claire didn't, either, but it was Oliver. He'd figure out something, and it probably wouldn't be pretty. "How long until dawn?"

"A couple of hours," Michael said. He looked over at Eve, who had finished up the story and was hugging kids who were on their way to their beds. "Mrs. Grant said they always come during the night. That means they'll be coming soon, if Morley's people didn't screw up their whole day. And we'd better be ready." When there had been a bunch of vampires running around on their side, Claire hadn't felt too worried, but now she was. And looking at Michael, at Shane, she knew they were, too. "So let's hat up, guys," Shane said. "Nobody gets fanged tonight. New rule." He and Michael did a fast high-low five, and went for the weapons. Claire got Eve and updated her; then they joined the boys to get their vampire-repelling act together. Mrs. Grant had been dozing in an armchair, shotgun across her lap, but she woke up as soon as the four of them started raiding the weapons pile on the table. Claire was impressed; for an old lady, she woke up fast, and the first thing she did was look for trouble. When she didn't find any immediately, she looked at the four of them and said, "Are they coming?"

"Probably," Michael said, and picked up a couple of wooden stakes, leaving the silver-coated ones for the humans to handle. He also grabbed up a crossbow and some extra bolts. "We're going to help with patrols. Looks like we're a little light on guards."

"But Morley--" Mrs. Grant's mouth slammed shut, into a grim line. She didn't need to be clued in, obviously. "Of course. I never doubted he'd