[english] Cabot, Meg by Overbite

Author:Overbite
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Chapter Twenty

Meena. How are you, hon?”

Mary Lou reached out to give her a friendly hug hello . . . then paused, eyeing the cross at her throat.

“Oh,” she said, her smile fading slightly. “How . . . pretty.”

“Mary Lou.” Meena looked quickly up and down the bathroom. No one else appeared to be in any of the stalls.

But that didn’t mean anything. Sister Gertrude could be back at any moment.

“Are you insane?” Meena whispered. “This place is crawling with Alpha Level Palatine Guards. If any of them recognizes you, they’ll stake you.”

“Oh, hon,” Mary Lou said. “Are you talking about that nun who was in here with you a minute ago? Don’t worry. I just gave her a little ol’ mental push toward the kitchens. She’ll be in there looking for more salmon for hours.”

Meena stared at the tall, elegant blonde. She was wearing a dark brown evening gown in a filmy material that hung from a jeweled dog collar all the way down to her ankles, a deep red layer of lipstick, and a pair of sky-high Louboutins. She looked exactly the way Meena had always pictured the famous spy Mata Hari.

“Mary Lou,” Meena said, exasperated and yet oddly touched. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m supposed to be giving you a message,” Mary Lou said. She waved a heavily ringed hand. “It’s from Lucien, as if you hadn’t already guessed. You know, he’s just crazy for you.”

“I think I need to sit down,” Meena said faintly.

“Oh.” Mary Lou looked around. “Well, look at that, there’s a couch over here. It’s nice to know all that money Emil and I have been donating to this place over the years has gone to something worthwhile. How many paintings of suffering saints do they have to have in one museum, anyway? Here, come sit.”

Meena sank onto the couch. It was vinyl covered and clearly meant for mothers with nursing babies, but she didn’t care.

“Where is Lucien?” she asked Mary Lou. “He isn’t here, is he? In the museum? Please say no.”

“Of course he is.” Mary Lou was standing, admiring her own reflection in the mirrors. Gone were the days when vampires couldn’t see themselves in mirrors or on film. Now that the world had gone digital, vampires could be caught on film—as well as admiring themselves in mirrors that weren’t silver-backed—just like everyone else. “He said he’d meet you in your favorite place. I have no idea what that means, and I didn’t ask. I’m nosy, but not that nosy. I assumed it was a little secret between y’all.”

Meena knew exactly where Lucien meant.

She hadn’t visited the painting of Saint Joan since the last time she’d seen it—that night Lucien had claimed to have special privileges to the Met and slipped her inside after visiting hours.

Of course his only privileges had been the kind all vampires had everywhere they went . . . the kind they abused with their powers of mental telepathy and ability to transmogrify into mist and, in Lucien’s case, fly.

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