Regret Has Fangs

school w

vy doors swinging open, the first students drifting along the corridors in twos and threes with their coats slung over their shoulders. No one ran.

since sunset, and he had no

a thin ancient man with a voice like paper, was describing the covenant between the human and vampire courts, and the students around

ed strai

e looked at it for a long

cross the quad and met his gaze, and he had stood beneath the amber lamp like a fool, unable to look away. He had mana

ng," said a vo

ot turn. "I'

r to look. He was a lean, sharp-eyed vampire with a permanent half smile and a tendency to notice exa

ed the page

. Who

bod

Ronan said, wit

in the margin of anything. Not even when old Marchet

on

he hu

rofile for a long, thoughtful moment, an

softly. "I s

't see a

ding you were going for air." Ronan lowered his voice, and for once there was no mockery i

ants. His pen had stopped turning. "She doesn't know," he said at last. "She doesn

y n

d made it to himself so many times that it had worn smooth. "She's grown up in the sun. That house is her whole life. Those boys are her family. I

e chooses

here," Lucien said.

ated, half something warmer. "You're the most stubbornly honorable

cien, and did not

seen only a small, solemn girl with a picture book and a stranger's grief in her eyes. He had told her he didn't bite

never spoke of. She had watched over the Ashworth house from a distance. She had sent letters to Eleanor twice a year, and gifts at Midwinter, and she had taken Lucien with her on a few quiet

her name. He had seen her once on the quad, laughing at something her brother said, her head thrown back and her da

. He had lied to himself with grea

gs. Lucien gathered his things and followed Ronan out into the lo

ave

d of the corridor, her hands folded in front of her, her expression grave a

rossed the hall to her. "I d

ace in both hands, studied it, and let it go. She had a way o

not been

eep f

im gently down the corridor, away from the crowd. "Walk with me. I have something

It was cold and silent, the night air sharp with frost, the bare rose canes silver

r from Eleanor

quickened. "Is

e boys are devoted to her as ever." Seraphine paused. "But there is something else. Eleanor hired

nd

o her." A thin line appeared between Seraphine's brows. "But her handwriting was not steady. She underlined a word, and then

at her. "What

to the lamp. I

e canes rattled softly. Lucien felt something tig

something

e something without writing it down. I do not know what. It may be nothing at all." She looked at him for a long moment, and her

the

." Her dark eyes were steady. "If Lyra needs anyone, I woul

ere, in a warm and golden house at the end of a long gravel drive, a girl was probably sitting in

. He hoped

atch,"

ed his forehea

reath clouding the air. High above, a few pale stars were visible through the clouds. He found himself

with the steady certainty of a man who has made

in the hallway of the Ashworth house, listening at the door of Adrian's stud

eems so sincere. But Camille wouldn't lie

mall hand over her mo

ever been