Claire sat down on the stairs, watching through the railing, and hugged her knees to her chest. Eve was gone, probably to change clothes, so it was just Shane and Kim.

They looked oblivious to everything but the drama on the screen.

She was developing some kind of sixth sense where Michael was concerned; he didn’t make any noise coming down the steps, but she knew he was coming, and turned her head to see that he’d switched out his rock-star gear for a faded, old gray T-shirt and, like her, jeans. He took a look at what was happening in the living room, then crouched down next to her. “Hey,” he said. “You all right?”

“I wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t crashed into us,” Claire said. “Thank you.”

He looked ashamed. “Yeah, well, that wasn’t quite the plan. I was just trying to make him stop. I didn’t think he’d actually hit me.”

She almost laughed, because he sounded so sad about it. She took his cool hand and squeezed. He squeezed back. “It was still a good plan.”

“Except for the part where I nearly killed you, destroyed Amelie’s limo, and my own car? Yeah. It rocked the house.”

“Are they going to get you a new one? A car, I mean?”

“Amelie said they would.”

“I shut all the portals to the house,” Claire said. “Ada’s acting weird.”

“I thought that was normal.”

“Weirder.”

“Ah. Okay.” Michael looked past the railings, at Kim and Shane. “Are you freaking out about Kim?” Claire made the same little-bit mime with her finger and thumb that Shane had earlier. “Yeah, well don’t. Kim’s not his type.”

“I’m not sure I’m his type.” Okay, that sounded really, really whiny. Claire bit her lip. “She’s just so—much.”

“Yep. She is that.” He rose to his feet and padded down the last few steps silently, came up behind Kim, and leaned over her to say, “I vant to drink your blood” in a heavy, fake Dracula accent. She shrieked, flailed, and a zombie ate her brains on-screen.

“You bastard!” Kim yelled, dropped the controller, and smacked him hard on the chest. “I can’t believe you just totally sabotaged me!”

“Can’t let him lose,” Michael said, as Shane hit the high score and the victory music sounded. “Gotta live with the dude.”

They high-fived.

“You’re seriously going to take that as a win,” Kim said. “When he totally cheated for you.”

“Yes,” Shane said. “I seriously am.” He canceled the game, put the controller down, and rose to stretch and yawn. “Damn. It’s late. Don’t you have someplace to go or something?”

Kim looked actually hurt for a second, and Claire felt a twinge of—something. Maybe pity. She hoped not.

“Sure,” she said. “Johnny Depp’s waiting for me back home. Guess I’d better blaze. Hey, where’s Eve?”