Even if she’d been trying to look where they were going, it wouldn’t have done any good; Michael’s car was vampire-standard, with ultratint on the windows. Human eyes couldn’t get anything but murky hints of lights through it, so she just kept her attention on taking another breath, and another.

“Hey, Michael?” she heard Eve say. “Like, soon, okay?”

“I’m already breaking the speed limit.”

“Go faster.”

A surge of acceleration pressed Claire back in her seat. Shane was holding her, but she couldn’t feel it. She’d stopped shivering now, which felt better, but she was also very, very tired, barely able to stay awake. At least the shaking had been something she could hold on to, but now there was nothing but cold, and silence. Everything seemed to be moving away from her, leaving her behind.

“Hey!” She felt something, a flash of heat against her skin, and opened her eyes to see Shane’s face inches away. He looked scared. His hands were on her cheeks, trying to force heat into her. “Claire! Don’t close your eyes. Stay with me. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered. “Tired.”

“I see that. But don’t you go away from me, you hear me? Don’t you even think about it.” He stroked her skin, her hair, with hands that shook almost as much as she had before. “Claire?”

“Here.”

“I love you.” He said it quietly, almost a whisper, a secret between the two of them, and she felt a burst of what was almost warmth travel through her chest. “You hear me?”

She managed a nod, and thought she smiled.

Michael brought the car to a quick, sliding stop, and was out of the car before Claire could register that they’d arrived at their destination. “Hey!” Eve protested, and scrambled out after him. Shane opened the back and lifted Claire out in his arms—or rather, lifted the bundle of laundry that Claire felt like, wrapped in half a dozen blankets.

Moonlight fell blue-white over grass, trees, and headstones.

They were at Morganville’s official cemetery—Restland. “Crap,” Shane breathed. “Not my idea of a great night out, you know? Claire? Still with us?”

“Yes,” she said. She actually felt a little better, and didn’t know why. Not good, of course. But not going away anymore.

Ahead, she could see that Michael and Eve were making their way together through the maze of leaning tombstones, crosses, and marble statues. A big white mausoleum dominated the hill at the top, but they weren’t going that way—they veered off to the right.

Claire thought she knew where they were heading. “Sam,” she whispered. Shane pulled in a breath, let it out, and headed in that direction, too.