Ignis (Book 2, Pure Series) (70 page)

           
GM stopped and closed her eyes as if the memory were painful.

           
She continued.
 
"Then Maksim and I looked around and realized we didn't know where you were."
 
GM shook her head.
 
"I can't believe that I lost sight of you.
 
We went in search of you.
 
We found a police officer, and he helped us look.
 
Soon, others joined us and helped to look too.

           
"None of us could find you."
 
GM's voice began to rise.
 
"Eventually the festival began to wind down, and there was still no sign of you.
 
I began to fear—"

           
She broke off and took a calming breath.

           
"And then that boy of yours showed up.
 
He told us he'd taken you to the hospital—he said you'd fallen.
 
So we hurried here.
 
He came with us.
 
You were unconscious when we arrived.
 
That's basically the whole story."

           
I was relieved.
 
GM didn't seem to have seen anything out of the ordinary.

           
The hybrids had not attacked.
 
The plan had worked.

           
GM frowned and went on.

           
"There's a fairly deep depression not far from the Mstislav mansion.
 
It's by the side of that little road that leads toward the newer shops and houses—it's called Mara's Drop.
 
I assumed that you had fallen over there, but now I realize that I don't know where you were or what you were doing.
 
What was going on last night?"

           
I chose my words carefully.
 
"I went to a place where I knew William was likely to be eventually."

           
"You didn't arrange to meet him?" GM asked.

           
"Definitely not.
 
William was surprised to see me—I think it's fair to say he was actually shocked."

           
GM seemed a bit mollified.
 
"Well, I suppose that's something.
 
So what happened once you saw him?"

           
"I did fall," I said.
 
"And I blacked out.
 
As I was falling I remember I didn't think things would be okay—I didn't think I would survive—"

           
My voice faltered.

           
"Yes, yes, do not think of that," GM said quickly.
 
"You are going to be all right now.
 
The doctor will examine you, and he will pronounce you well.
 
I am sure of it."

           
GM took a deep breath.
 
"Now about this boy—"

           
"GM, please.
 
His name is William.
 
He had dinner at our house not too long ago."

           
"About this William," GM said.
 
"Did he follow you here to Krov?"

           
"No, William was here before we were.
 
As he told you at that same dinner, he used to live in Krov.
 
He was here—visiting."

           
I finished my last sentence rather weakly.

           
But GM didn't seem to notice.

           
"And this William—he
did
follow you to Elspeth's Grove?"

           
"Yes, GM, but you knew that.
 
He did move there to be near me.
 
He told you that at dinner too."

           
"I just want to be sure of my facts," GM said.

           
"And after we all had dinner together you said you were okay with him—or at least that you would tolerate him."

           
"That was before he made you unhappy, Solnyshko.
 
You were heart broken—I could see that.
 
Why should I forgive him for breaking your heart?"

           
"There was a misunderstanding," I said.
 
I would have to try to explain without giving too much away.
 
"William came here to Krov, and I didn't know that.
 
I thought he had left me.
 
And I didn't have any way to contact him, but he didn't know that.
 
He thought I knew how to reach him.
 
We just got all mixed up."

           
GM sighed.
 
"My dear girl, you will be the death of me."

           
Maksim came back into the room then.

           
William was right behind him.

           
I wanted to run to him, to throw my arms around him, to kiss him.

           
But I forced myself to sit still.
 
I could feel GM's eyes upon me.

           
There was also every possibility that I would fall if I tried to stand up.

           
William rushed to my side, and I thought for one tantalizing moment that I was going to get that kiss.
 
But William suddenly pulled back and stood rather awkwardly by the bed.

           
"Katie," he said.
 
"Katie—"

           
He stopped and started again.
 
"It's good to see you looking so—you look perfect.
 
You look beautiful.
 
You look perfectly beautiful."

           
I was pretty sure I looked terrible.
 
I had only been awake for a little while, and I was aware now that my face was scratched and sore.

           
But the look on William's face made me want to kiss him even more.

           
The doctor came in next.

           
"I hear my patient is up now," he said with an air of pleasant authority.
 
"I'm going to have to ask everyone to leave."

           
Don't leave, William
, I pleaded silently.
 
Don't leave the building
.

           
Maksim and GM left, and William went with them.
 
I felt a sharp pang of loss.

           
I had a terrible feeling that he might disappear again.

           
I passed the doctor's neurological tests, and after all my cuts and scrapes were dressed, I was discharged from the hospital.
 
GM and Maksim took me home.

           
William had not waited with them.

           
GM and I spent Christmas Eve together quietly, sitting by the tree that we had decorated with my father's ornaments.
 
The night certainly
seemed
peaceful, and I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn't been so worried.

           
From what I'd learned about the hybrids, it was clear to me that some of them had to have survived—their bodies hadn't been burned.
 
So there was every possibility that they would rise again and attack me or the village.
 
And one of the bodies that had not been burned was Timofei Mstislav's.
 
I wondered—could the vampires still get to the bodies and finish them off?
 
At the very least, it was something I could hope for.

           
And then there was William.
 
What if he had gone away in order to protect me again?

           
What if he was gone for good this time?

           
"You don't look well, Solnyshko," GM said at last.
 
"You don't have a headache, do you?"

           
"No—no headache."

           
"Be sure to say something if you do have a headache.
 
The doctor said that was important."

           
"I'll be sure to say something, GM."

           
GM and I continued on in this manner for some time.
 
I would worry silently, and periodically she would ask me how I felt.
 
Eventually, I rose to go to bed.

           
"Good night, Solnyshko," GM said as I left the room.

           
"Good night," I replied.

           
I was tired and aching, but sleep was elusive.
 
I continued to worry about the hybrids and the village—I had no idea what was going to happen during the night.
 
Of course, my house was supposed to be supernaturally fortified against invaders, but it was hard to imagine that it could stand against an army of determined hybrids.

           
I drifted off eventually, and when I woke up, rosy dawn was lighting up my window.
 
I hurried downstairs and was delighted to find that GM was in the kitchen, looking happy and unruffled.
 
I was deeply relieved.
 
Our house had clearly not been attacked in the night.

           
I only hoped the village had been so lucky.

           
"Merry Christmas, Solnyshko."

           
"Merry Christmas, GM."

           
GM gave me a present—a little wooden bird with fanciful scarlet plumage that was suspended from a loop of gold string.

           
"It's a Firebird," GM said.
 
"I found it in the hospital gift shop while you were still out.
 
The Firebird is said to be able to heal any ill—I thought it might bring you luck.
 
It's supposed to be a tree ornament, but you can use it for any purpose you wish."

           
I gave GM a hug.

           
We went into town a little while later to have lunch with Maksim.

           
I was relieved to see that Krov, like our house, had escaped attack.

           
I knew, of course, that the fact that Krov had not been attacked last night was no guarantee of future safety.
 
There was no reason that the village could not be attacked tonight or the next night, or the next.

           
And there was no sign of William.

           
GM and I stayed in Krov for two more days—she wanted to make sure I was truly fit for travel—and then we left for Moscow.

           
The hybrids did not attack, and William did not appear.

           
And I felt his absence more keenly every day.

           
Once we arrived in Moscow, we lingered.
 
GM was still nervous about my health, and she contacted my school to see if I could come back a few days late.
 
GM wanted to stay in Moscow through New Year's Day, and I was due back in school the very next morning.

           
GM was able to get me an excused absence, and New Year's Eve found us once again in Red Square.
 
The night was very cold, but the square was beautiful—it was all lit up, and I felt as if I had walked into a celebration in an enchanted land.

           
The square was full of people, and I watched a couple walking arm in arm, their heads bent together.
 
I thought of William.

           
I felt a pain so profound that I thought it would tear me apart.

           
And then suddenly, impossibly, I saw William walking toward me through the crowd.
 
I blinked.
 
I was sure I was seeing things.

           
But William did not vanish, and he kept moving toward me.

           
Soon, he was standing right in front of me, and he gave me the crooked smile that I loved so well.

           
"Hello, Katie.
 
Hello, Mrs. Rost."

           
GM eyed at him warily.

           
"Hello," she replied.

           
"Mrs. Rost, may I take Katie for a walk?
 
I promise you I will bring her back safely."

           
GM seemed resigned.
 
"Very well."

           
"Forgive me for noticing," William said.
 
"But you don't seem at all shocked to see me.
 
It's almost as if you expected me."