apples,” he said.
“There’s that apple orchard to the west of town,” Matt said thoughtfully. “Have you guys been there lately?” Stefan and Elena shook their heads.
“Could it be a clue?” Zander said, looking hopeful.
Jack’s eyes widened, then he grinned and slapped Zander on the back. “Maybe what we needed was a werewolf’s nose,” he said. “Looks like we’re going apple-picking tomorrow.”
Chapter 10
Meredith flipped her pillow over to find its cooler side, lay down again, and squeezed her eyes shut. Sleep, she told herself firmly. She had so much to do tomorrow, so much to do every day. She couldn’t afford not to be rested.
But when she closed her eyes, all she saw was the cat’s little body, bloody and torn. It was a message, she knew: Solomon wanted them to know it could have been any of them. Would be one of them, all of them, soon.
They were determined to find him, but so far Jack was right. Solomon seemed to be invisible.
They’d gone to the apple orchard and searched the fields and woods around it, hoping that Solomon’s hideout would be nearby. Nothing. A heavy ominous feeling hung over all of them like a dark cloud. He was coming, and it would be better to hunt him and fight him on their own terms rather than wait for his attack.
Meredith flipped her pillow again and turned over, looking for a more comfortable position. Alaric was snoring softly next to her, sleeping like a log. Closing her eyes again, she saw white on red: the white cat ripped apart on the blood-drenched bed.
Then the image morphed into her friend Samantha, torn apart by vampires back in college, blood sprayed across her bed, and Meredith took a quick breath, one that sounded more like a sob to her own ears. Then it was her brother, Cristian, his gray eyes half-open, Meredith’s own stave through his heart.
Every night recently it had been like this, images of death keeping Meredith awake until exhaustion finally caught up with her. So much death.
Pushing the memories away, she tried to make herself relax, timing her breathing to Alaric’s: slow, long, steady breaths. She was so tired.
Time passed. After a while, she realized with a start that she was somewhere new. It was chilly, and a glaring white light hung above her, hurting her eyes. She tried to turn her face away.
She couldn’t move.
Tensing her whole body, she took a deep breath and tried again. She still couldn’t move. It felt like a tracery of thin wires was fitted over her body, holding her in place. Trying not to panic, Meredith strained against it, making an effort to lift one leg and then the other, her mouth dry with fear. Paralyzed.
Her heart thumped in her chest. She couldn’t even turn her head. Meredith could hear herself panting, the sound harsh in the silence. Losing her careful control for a moment, she struggled frantically, the tendons in her neck going tight as she tried to thrash against the pillow. She wanted to hit out with her arms, kick, jump up and fight, or run away. But finally she stopped. She still couldn’t move.
Calm down, she told herself sternly. Figure out where you are.
The light was blinding, making her eyes sting and water. But if she blinked away the tears, she could make out white walls, flat and sterile looking. A harsh antiseptic smell. Was she in a hospital?
Meredith was stretched out flat on some kind of bed or table, legs together, arms at her sides. There was something made of shiny silver metal just to the left of her head. She tried to examine it through the corner of her eyes. A sink maybe, or some kind of medical equipment.
Something moved at the edge of her field of vision, and she flinched backward. Whatever it was, she knew it wasn’t good.
It was watching her.
Something in Meredith snapped, and she began to thrash again, straining ineffectively against the wires holding her immobilized. She tried to shut her eyes against the glare and found that they, too, were held open now. Her throat felt rough and raw, and a harsh, shrill sound went on and on, hurting her ears.
It was a while before she realized that she was the one screaming.
Meredith’s eyes snapped open onto darkness. She gasped and panted, trying to calm her racing heart. She was in her own bed. Just a dream.
She’d kicked off the covers. Alaric was stirring and grumbling next to her. “S’matter?” he asked