“Yeah…I mean…Yeah.” She nodded.
“All right, gorgeous. But we’ve got unfinished business, you and me,” Danel said, chucking her chin. Then he was gone.
You’re welcome, her twin sent.
Mimi boarded the train to Edinburgh. She only hoped Kingsley would understand the meaning of the postcard.
She wanted nothing more than to fail at this quest.
TEN
Bliss
liss remembered the days when the Repository had been housed underneath a pair of nightclubs. The Bank had been one of the hottest spots in Manhattan, but now it attracted more of a bridge-and-tunnel crowd. Block 122, next door, was exclusively for Blue Bloods and their guests. Together, they’d provided perfect cover for the building that housed the documents detailing the history of the Blue Bloods. All of their knowledge, all of their secrets.
But the Repository had been relocated, and now it was housed below Force Tower, in a corescraper miles underground.
“A corescraper?” Lawson asked.
“You know, the opposite of a skyscraper,” Bliss said. “The human Conduits watch over it. Maybe some of them will know where everybody is. They might also have some information about how we can get back to the underworld—you never know.”
Lawson’s face brightened, and Bliss felt a little guilty for bringing it up. It wasn’t all that likely that the Conduits would be able to help, at least not with the wolves. Vampire knowledge of wolf lore was relatively limited. Oh, well. They’d find out soon enough.
Bliss led Lawson through the front door of Force Tower, to an elevator at the very back of the elevator bank. It was the only one containing a panel that would allow them to travel down instead of up.
“It smells weird in here,” Lawson said.
He was right—it smelled musty and unused. The buttons on the panel were dusty. Bliss worried about what they would find when the doors opened.
She had been right to worry, because when they did open, she could see that the Repository had been all but destroyed.
What once had been a beautiful and welcoming library, with luscious leather chairs and rows of old-fashioned carrels, was now essentially a pile of rubble. Ransacked and left to burn. There were still some small fires burning in parts of the room, and everything smelled like smoke. There weren’t as many books piled up as Bliss would have imagined, so maybe some of them had been saved.
“I take it this isn’t what it usually looks like,” Lawson said.
“Not even a little bit. I don’t know what happened,” she said, struck by a feeling of a deep sadness and nostalgia. They wandered through the library, looking in at the more formal offices of Committee Headquarters, the private reading areas, the rare book rooms. All trashed.
“Whoever they were, they were pretty thorough,” said Lawson. Then he stopped and sniffed at the air. “Someone’s here.”
Bliss whirled around. “Where?” she asked, ready to fight or flee.
“It’s human, don’t worry,” he said.
“Hello?” Bliss shouted. “Anyone here?”
From the recesses of a dark corner of the stacks, a figure emerged. He looked stooped and broken; his overly formal clothing was tattered and smeared with ash.
“Are those velvet pants?” Lawson whispered. “Who is this guy?”
“He’s a Conduit,” Bliss whispered back. “Sir?” she said out loud. “I believe we’ve met before, a long time ago. I’m Bliss Llewellyn.”
“I know who you are, Miss Llewellyn,” the man said, in a voice that Bliss recalled as being haughty but which now sounded frightened. “Renfield,” he said.
“What happened here, Renfield?” she asked. “Where is everybody?”
Renfield shook his head. “We Conduits tried to store away as much as we could before going underground with the Coven, and I went back to grab a few more books and saw this.”
“What do you mean underground? Where is everybody?”