Through the Zombie Glass. Gena Showalter

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      “And you’re so modest.”

      He chuckled. “Are you happy with the way things turned out?”

      My gaze strayed to Cole. The tension he’d worn like a second skin all these weeks had utterly vanished. “Yeah. Yeah, I am—”

      —the vision vanished in a blink, right along with my elation, and Cole let his head drop into his upraised hands. He scrubbed his fingers through his already disheveled hair.

      “Gavin’s a man-whore, you know. Never been with the same girl twice. And he’s never liked blondes. He won’t stay with you for long.”

      There was ice in his tone, and it scared me. “I’m not interested in Gavin.” I struggled to sit up. “Cole, you have to—”

      “Don’t say anything. Just...don’t.” Motions jerky, he shoved two pillows behind my back and reached over to lift a glass of water from the nightstand.

      I was in my bedroom, I realized. Determined sunlight shoved its way through the curtains. The iPod Cole had given me was stationed in its dock on the desk and turned on. Soft music filled the room.

      He placed the straw at my lips. “Drink.”

      I obeyed, the cool liquid sliding down my throat, soothing for a moment only to churn in my belly, frothing up acid. “Thank you.”

      He nodded stiffly and set the cup aside. “Let’s talk about what happened with Justin.”

      Yes. Okay. A safe topic. “Has he recovered?”

      “Yeah, and a lot quicker than you.”

      The accusation in his voice threw me, and I glowered at him. “Hey, don’t blame me. I’m the victim here.”

      He massaged the back of his neck, somewhat contrite. “Yeah. I know. Sorry. It’s been stressful, watching you suffer and not being able to help.”

      Slowly I relaxed. “Has a slayer ever bitten another slayer like that?”

      “Not to my knowledge. Not while both are still human.”

      Why Justin? Why me? What had been different? “Did I try to bite anyone while I was...out of it?” The moment I asked, memories came flooding back to me. Cole. I’d tried to bite Cole.

      “Just me,” he said without any hint of emotion.

      I soaked in horror like a sponge. “I’m sorry,” I rushed out. “I know I failed. Wait. I failed, right?”

      He gave one, sharp nod. “You did.”

      I relaxed again, but only slightly. “I’m so sorry, Cole. I don’t know what came over me, but I do know I’m not going to do it again. I promise you.”

      He shrugged—and I wasn’t sure whether he was trying to tell me he believed me...or that he didn’t.

      “I mean it,” I insisted.

      “You tried to bite me more than once,” he said flatly.

      Oh. I didn’t remember the other times. “I’m so sorry,” I repeated. “I didn’t realize...”

      “I know.”

      I gulped. Was he disgusted with me now? “Do you think Anima put Justin up to hurting me? Causing this kind of reaction, thinking we’d destroy each other?”

      “Maybe, but like you, I don’t think Justin knew what he was doing.”

      Agreed. The red I’d seen in his eyes... “Where is he now?”

      “Ankh kept him below, in the dungeon, as you like to call it, for a few days to make sure the antidote was working and he wouldn’t try to attack anyone else. Tests were run, and a strange toxin was found in his blood. Not zombie, but actually antizombie. Different than what’s in the antidote. We think it’s what made him vomit.”

      Wait. Hold everything. “A few days? How long have I been out? Did you check my blood, too?”

      Used to my rapid-fire questions, he easily followed. “About a week. And yes. You had—have—the same antizombie toxin, only you have a lot more of it, which makes us think you shared it with him when he bit you.”

      Crap. I’d lost another week of my life. My poor Nana. Ugh, my poor grades. “How and where would I have gotten an antizombie toxin? And why is it in my blood, rather than my spirit?”

      He shrugged. “Could be an ability, like the visions. And if it’s in your spirit, it’s in your blood. We have to test what we can.”

      Yes. Okay. All of that made sense.

      When I’d first moved in with Nana, I’d found a journal written in a strange numbered code that always seemed to unravel by itself. Through it, I’d learned some slayers were born with strange abilities no one could explain. A poisonous spirit, and thereby blood, had been on the list—which was actually a good thing. Like Justin, the zombies sickened soon after biting me.

      “Just so you know, we told everyone you’d overdone it and reopened your wound,” Cole said. “Both of which are true.”

      “Thank you.”

      He nodded, moved to the door.

      He was...leaving me? Just like that?

      “Cole,” I called. “We need to talk.”

      “You need to rest.”

      “Cole.” My voice lashed like a whip. I wasn’t letting him get away. Not this time.

      He paused, faced me. His features were blank.

      “This has to stop.”

      He gave a single nod, and the formality of the action worried me.

      “I tried not to push you, but you have to give me something. Your silence is driving me crazy.”

      He crossed his arms as if preparing for battle. “Some things aren’t meant to be discussed, Ali.”

      Today, I just couldn’t accept that. I’d come this far... “At Hearts, you couldn’t spend time with me. Why?”

      He ran his tongue over his teeth. “I’ve already told you all I’m willing to say on that subject.”

      “You asked me to trust you, and now I’m asking you to trust me with the truth. Why?”

      Silence.

      Argh! I tried a different approach, saying, “You told me you wanted me to stay away from Gavin, and yet you have been the one to stay away from me. Why?”

      Again silence.

      Dang him! I was giving, but he wasn’t giving anything back. “What we just saw in the vision—”

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