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This is going to be interesting.

***

Two hours later I'm shoved into a dressing room with a baby blue dress I would never have picked out for myself. Tex and Helena joined forces and attacked me with it. I couldn't really say no to Helena.

“Put it on,” she says, a hint of whine in her voice. She sounds just like Tex when she begged to meet Viktor.

I slip the dress on over my head and turn around in the mirror. It's true, the lighting makes me look like a washed-out alien with my big eyes, but the dress is a nice color. It also makes my boobs look fantastic. It's sort of a ’50s style, with a tight, high-cut top and a skirt that flares out and hits around my knees.

“I know you've got it on, come out and give us a twirl,” Helena says. God, she's worse than Tex, and I didn't think that was possible.

I open the door and emerge in the dress. Tex and Helena share a look.

“I'm amazing,” Helena says, sighing.

“Way to go, girl.” Tex gives Helena an air high-five, since they can't touch skin. “You are so getting it.”

I peer down at the price tag, and my eyes pop. Oh hell, no. “Yeah, that's not gonna happen,” I say, turning back and forth in the 360-degree mirror. It is a really pretty dress. Mom would love it.

“I've got it covered,” Helena says, pulling a number of cards from out of nowhere. “Pick a card, any card.” She fans them out in front of my face. I'm conflicted. On one hand, I really want the dress. On the other, those cards were probably obtained not-so legally and I shouldn't participate in that kind of thing.

“Come on, be bad. I can tell you're the kind of girl who follows the rules.”

“She is,” Tex says, rolling her eyes. They're egging me on, but I don't want to be called a wuss. I pick the prettiest card, which is from a lingerie shop and hand it to Tex.

“I'll be right out,” I say, turning around and going back into the dressing room to take off my new dress. Peter is going to love it.

***

“So how old are you?” Tex asks Helena as we two humans eat lunch and she watches us. I have gotten used to the non-blinking nature of the noctalis, but Helena is so human-seeming it is odd when she doesn’t blink and stays so still.

“I was fifteen when I changed. My birthday is June 16, so you should totally get me a present.”

“How do you remember that?” I say. She blinks.

“I don't know. I remember a lot of things from my human life.”

“Where are you from? You don't have an accent,” I say. I am wary of noctali with accents after the whole Cal situation.

“Yes, I do. I just choose not to use it,” she says, switching to her Greek accent.

“I have an infatuation with the American lifestyle, so I emulate it,” she says, switching back. They're really good at that. She is both the weirdest and most-human noctalis I have ever met.

“I know,” she says, as if responding to my thoughts. I give her a look and she giggles. “I'm good at reading faces. Something my parents taught me. You're an easy one to read.”

“So I've been told,” I say dryly. Does everyone have to point that out?

“It means your spirit is pure, and that's a good thing,” Helena says.

“I've been told that before, too.” I look down at my nachos, thinking about Peter. He and Viktor are somewhere in the mall, but I can't tell exactly where. He's close enough that I'm only a little uncomfortable, but far enough that I can't pinpoint his location.

“Where are they?” Tex keeps looking around, hoping to see them. She wants girl time, but doesn’t know what being away from Viktor will do to her.

Peter tugs at our connection, and I point.

“They're that way,” I say, getting up and tossing my trash. I'm itching to see Peter, and he's itching to see me. He was blocking me, but he's not anymore. I walk faster, Tex and Helena on my heels. Actually, I can see Helena gliding along behind me as if she was raised on a runway.

I walk faster, almost running to get to him. It's only when I reconnect with him that I realize that missing him is like missing one of my limbs. Or all of them.

I see him outside of Sears. We finally meet, and I throw my body upward and press my lips to his. He opens his mouth and lets me kiss and devour him, and he gives it right back to me. Everything else around us melts and it's just the two of us. We haven't kissed like this in public. I'm always too scared. I don't know what makes me do it, but I'm really glad once he starts kissing me back.

Finally, he pulls away. “What was that for?”

“I bought a new dress,” I blurt out.

Peter smiles, and I have to fight the urge to smother it with another kiss. I realize my feet aren't touching the ground. He's got me around the waist, and our faces are almost level.

“So this is what it's like to be tall,” I say as he slowly sets me on my feet again.

“Jesus, get a room,” Tex says, but her left side is glued to Viktor. Yeah, exactly.

“I think it's beautiful,” Helena says, with a dreamy sigh. “I'm jealous.” How is that possible? People are nearly running into walls trying to get a better look at her. I can’t tell if it's the hair or her bubbly energy, but there's something about her. She's like Prozac packaged in a cute girl. Noctalis. No wonder Di fell for her.

***

“How was your shopping trip?” Mom says as I walk through the door. I asked Peter to come in, but he doesn't want to wear out his welcome with Dad, even though Dad has been nice to him lately. I wasn't going to hold my breath or make any sudden movements to kill all the progress we already made.

“Got a new dress,” I say, because I can't really hide it. I ripped the tag off so she wouldn't see how much it was. There is no way my part-time job could pay for such an extravagance. I pull it out and hold it up. She gasps and touches the fabric.

“It's gorgeous. You'll look like something out of the movies. Wow, Ava-Claire. It doesn't look like something you'd pick out.”

“Peter picked it out,” I say because it's way easier than explaining the insanity that was today.

“He has good taste.”

“Who does?” Dad emerges from his office and he's looking tired again. I smell the residue from a cigarette he had a few hours ago.

“Peter. He picked out this dress.”

“Nice,” he says with a small smile. He's stressed out today, I can tell. “I'm going to pick up take-out. I got you eggplant parmesan, because I know you don't want the lasagna because it has meat in it. Is that okay?”

I give him a hug for remembering. “Yeah, that's fine.”

He gives me a tight smile and gives Mom a peck on the cheek. Mom holds the dress up to me, squinting as if trying to picture me in it.

“Go put it on,” she says, shoving it at me.

“How much did you spend on that?” Dad says as he's heading out the door. Great, I can't even buy a dress anymore.

“It was on sale.”

He grunts and shuts the door. So much for progress. I sigh and Mom gives me a look. I don't like that look. It's the Mom look. I clutch the dress to my chest, as if it can protect me.

“Baby, we need to talk.” Uh oh. I'm not trying the dress on anytime soon.

“Okay,” I say because I can't really say no to her. She has a limited amount of time to impart her wisdom. A lump forms in my throat as we walk to the couch. I fold the dress over the edge. So much for that.

“I'm not going to beat around the bush. You and your father need to start getting along.” I open my mouth to say something, but she puts up her hand to stop me. Shut up, Ava. “I'm not saying that it's your fault. Both of you are having a hard time and it shows, but I can't leave this world without knowing that the two of you will take care of each other and get along. I need to know that you can function without me.”

The truth is, we can't. We aren't going to function without her. She has to know that on some level. She can hope, but the truth is that things are going to go downhill. We may be okay right now, but we are walking on thin ice. Even if I become immortal and start a life with Peter, I can't abandon my dad. She's right. I could try harder. I could not fight with him so much. I wish I could blame it on the Claiming, my angry episodes and the fact that I want to suck his blood most of the time I'm around him, but I can't.

I'm a terrible daughter.

I start to cry, and Mom pulls me into her arms.

“It's okay, baby. There is always a new tomorrow. It's always darkest before the dawn, right?” I nod my head as she holds me. Her scent has changed again, and I can tell she is getting closer. I hold her as tight as I can.

“See? It'll be okay. The reason you and Sam butt heads is because you're so alike.” I don’t agree with her there, but I wasn't going to argue. “You're both very stubborn and have a hard time admitting you're wrong.”

Yes, those things are both true. Still, that doesn’t mean we can get along. I'll have to make a better effort on top of everything else, but I'm going to do it, because I can do it for her.

“Just remember that I love you, and even if I'm not here, my love is. Right here,” she says, touching my heart. I would carry her there. Even if my heart stops beating.

Fourteen

Peter

“Is she asleep?” Helena's voice says outside Ava's window that night.

“Yes,” I say. Ava's breathing has been regular for a while. It is easy to hear when a human is awake and when they are asleep.

“Good,” Helena says, coming in the window. She has a new outfit on that I assume she bought when the girls went shopping. I am not nervous about having her here. Ava is scared of her, but I am not. I don't have a reason to trust her; I just do. The incident with Cal taught me a lot about trust. I always had red flags with Cal. I just chose to ignore them.

“I'm not here to hurt you, I hope you know that.”

“I do,” I say, moving away from Ava. I replace my body with one of her numerous pillows and she grabs onto it. I will have to return quickly. I have tried this method before and it usually only takes her ten minutes before she realizes the pillow is not me and wakes up.

Even in sleep she needs me.

“I don't really know why I'm here. Di and I are ancient history. Literally.” She laughs so easily.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Be so human. It seems very easy for you.”

“It isn't. I've had decades of practice. I also watch a lot of television. That helps.”

“Ava and I watch movies quite a bit. I have not picked up much that is useful.”

“Your smile isn't too bad.”

“Thank you.” She goes to Ava's bookshelf and browses the titles. “You're probably wondering why I am here.” She drops her cute American accent and speaks English with her Greek accent.

“More or less.”

“I wanted to ask you about her. About Di. It has been so long since I saw her. I am not a part of her life anymore. I know it is crazy, but I miss her. I did not know how much until I thought of her. I put her deep in a part of my mind and tried not to think about it.”

“I understand.” Viktor and Ivan did the opposite, thinking only about the love they lost.

“I've had so many years to think about what to say to her, and I still do not know.”

I understood that as well. I thought about what I would say to my family, if I ever saw them again. Even after they died, I would think about a world in which we would see one another again. I also think about Ava.

“Words are hard to find, even when you have a thousand years to try and think of what to say,” I say.

“Is she very angry?” She knew the answer.

“Yes. She has become bitter with time. It is not your fault. We are all responsible for our own actions. She made her decisions.”

“Do you think it will work?” She is unsure, however confident she tries to appear in front of the humans.

“It depends on Di. I cannot say. She is my mother, but I feel as if I know so little about her.”

“She's like that. You never know where you stand.”

“Yes.”

Ava moves in her sleep, gripping the pillow. I wait for her to wake up, but she says my name and goes back to sleep.

“I am sorry about your bind. It seems Di wanted to replicate her own noctalis upbringing by taking out her anger at Akash for making her love. It seems that she has decided love is the best weapon.”

“And control.” I wait. Clearly, she has more to say.

“I am sorry to talk so much. Normally I have my brothers and sisters to converse with.”

“It is fine,” I say, waiting for her to continue.

“I want to help you. I want to mend things with Di. I want this to be a happy ending.”

“I want that, too.” I touch Ava's face.

“I'm scared. I know I shouldn't admit that, that noctali don't get scared. But I am.”

I hadn't known fear until I met Ava. Even before I Claimed her, I was so afraid I would kill her or lose her, but I didn't understand what the emotion was. You never know fear until you had something to lose.

“I am scared, too.”

Ava

Helena pops out of Tex's car Monday morning, bright as a ray of sunshine. I'm sure she was just that perky in life.

“Hey! I was wondering, and Tex and I have been talking, and we thought it would be totally awesome if I came to school with you!” Her energy is so intense I almost can't look at her.

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

Despite the fact that she will fit in really well, she is only here for a week, and that will look crazy suspicious, especially if she is hanging out with us. Small town gossips would glom onto that like white on rice. I have enough crap to deal with now that everyone knows about my mother's diagnosis. At least I told Jamie about that before he found out from someone else. We should have told him when we went to the movies. Now we have even more secrets piled on top of secrets. One of them is bound to slip out.

“I agree,” Peter says.

He's been very touchy-feely and I'm loving it. It's like now that we have a plan and the end is in sight, he has more confidence that this can be fixed. The only thing we have to do is figure out if we are going to Di, or if we wait for her to come to us. I'm all for finding her and getting it done, but Helena seems reluctant and she's the one who holds the keys to the castle, so we're not going to push her.