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bill. I need three ounces of Special K. Medicinal grade, please.
My lips parted and I flushed. Special K? That was Cincy slang for Brimstone, K of course said to stand
for Kalamack.
But the woman hesitated only briefly. Not from the I.S., are you? she asked warily.
Not anymore, Ivy muttered, and flustered, I turned my back on them. Ivy saw nothing wrong with an
illegal drug that had kept vampire society healthy and intact for untold years, but buying in front of me
made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Ivy, I protested when the woman disappeared into the back room again. Trent s?
Ivy gave me a sidelong glance, eyebrows high. It s the only brand I ll buy. And I need to restock my
cache. You used it all.
I m not taking any more, I hissed, then straightened when the woman returned, holding a palm-sized
package wrapped in masking tape.
Medicinal? she said, glancing at the aphrodisiac bottle. You store it in that, lucky duck, and you ll be
the one that s going to need medical attention.
Ivy s face blanked in surprise, and I dragged my bag from the counter, ready to flee. It s an aphrodisiac
bottle, I said. Don t pick things up unless you know what they are Alexia.
Ivy looked as guiltless as a puppy as she dropped the package into her open purse.
The woman smiled at us, and Ivy counted out thirteen hundred-dollar bills and coolly handed them over.
I blinked. Holy shit. Kalamack s medicinal stuff was five times as expensive as the street variety.
Keep the change, Ivy said, taking my elbow and moving me to the door.
Twelve hundred dollars? I had sucked down Twelve hundred dollars of drugs in less than twenty-four
hours? And that wasn t counting Jenks s contribution. I don t feel well, I said, putting a hand to my
stomach.
You just need some air.
Ivy guided me across the store and took my bag from me. There was the jingle of the door, and a flush
of cool air. It was dark and cold on the street, matching my mood. Behind us came the sliding sound of
an oiled lock, and the CLOSED sign flickered on. The store s posted hours were from noon to midnight,
but after a sale like that, you deserved to go home early.
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Fumbling, I put a hand on the bench under a blue and white trolley-stop sign and sat down. I didn t want
to chance spewing in Kisten s Corvette. It was the only thing we could drive around town in now that the
truck had been seen fleeing a crash and neither Ivy nor I wanted to get in the van.
Shit. My roommates were turning me into a Brimstone addict.
Ivy gracefully folded herself to sit beside me, all the while scanning the street. Medicinal grade is
processed six times, she said, to pull out the endorphin stimulants, hallucinogenic compounds, and most
of the neuron stimulators, to leave only the metabolism upper. Technically speaking, the chemical
structure is so different, it s not Brimstone.
That s not helping, I said, putting my head between my knees. There was gum stuck to the sidewalk,
and I nudged it with my toe, finding it hardened to an immovable lump from the cold.Breathe: one, two,
three. Exhale: one, two, three, four.
Then how about if you hadn t taken it, you d be laying in bed needing Jenks s help to use the
bathroom?
I pulled my head up and took a breath. That helps. But I m still not taking any more.
She gave me a short-lived close-lipped smile, and I watched her face go as empty as the dark street. I
didn t want to get up yet. I was tired, and it was the first time we had been together alone since since
the bite. Returning to the motel room with Jenks, Jax, the kitten, and Nick to make my peachy-keen
illegal charms and black curses had all the appeal of eating cold lima beans.
A station wagon passed us, the muffler spewing a blue smoke that would have earned the driver a ticket
in Cincinnati. I was cold, and I hunched into my coat. It was only eleven-thirty, but it looked like four in
the morning. You okay? Ivy said, obviously having seen me shiver.
Cold, I said, feeling like a hypochondriac.
Ivy crossed her legs at her knees. Sorry, she whispered.
I lifted my gaze, finding her expression lost in the shadow from the streetlight behind her. It s not your
fault I didn t bring my winter coat.
For biting you, she said, her voice low. Her attention touched upon my stitches, then dropped to the
pavement.
Surprised, I scrambled to put my thoughts in order. I d thought I was going to be the one to bring this
up. Our pattern had always been: Ivy does something to scare me, Ivy tells me what I did wrong, I
promise Ivy not to do it, we never bring it up again. Now she wanted to talk?
Well, I m not, I finally said.
Ivy s head came up. Shock shone from her dark eyes, raw and unhidden. You said on the phone that
you d done some thinking, she stammered. That you were going to make smarter decisions. You re
leaving the firm, aren t you? As soon as this run is over?
Suddenly I saw her depression in an entirely new light, and I almost laughed in relief for my
misunderstanding. I m not leaving the firm! I said. I meant smarter decisions on who I trusted. I don t
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want to leave. I want to try to find a blood balance with you.
Ivy s lips parted. Turned as she was to me, the streetlight glinted on her perfect teeth, and then she
snapped her mouth shut.
Surprise, I said weakly, my pulse fast. This was the scariest thing I d done in a while including
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