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Mama. The word rolled off her tongue, ugly and sickly sweet.

I stared, uncomprehending, through the slit in the door at those delicately fringed eyelashes, and something gave way inside of me.

Mommy.

Mama.

Sit still, Kali. Sit so still.

“You remember,” the woman who’d told me to call her “Mama” said approvingly. “I thought you might.”

I didn’t, not really. I was three when my mother left—No, I corrected myself. I was three when my father left her.

“He didn’t know about you.” I thought my way through it out loud, my eyes on the vampire’s.

“Your father?” Colette said. “No, he did not. I was your little secret—and Rena’s.”

We had lots of secrets. Mommy, Mama, and me.

“Colette—” Behind her, Rena started to say something, but Colette waved it away with a delicate swish of her hand.

“She’s as much mine as she is yours, darling.” Even through the slit in the door, I could see Colette’s eyes sparkle. “I donated the, shall we say, extraordinary portion of your DNA, Kali. Imagine my dismay when you were born human.”

As if having my entire life rewritten once in a single day wasn’t bad enough. All of my father’s revelations were half-truths, ones he’d believed.

Guess I’m not the only one who was lied to.

Somehow, that didn’t make me feel much better. In the past twelve hours, I’d gone from having no mother to having two—and if there was anything worse than Rena, it was Colette.

“Well, enough chitchat, I suppose. It’s been lovely, Kali, but there’s much to be done in the next few hours.” Colette wriggled her eyebrows. “I hear the FBI is planning a raid.”

She didn’t seem worried—and that terrified me.

“I’m afraid it would be easier if you weren’t conscious for this next part,” she continued. “Rena, did you remember to double the dose?”

Without thinking, I took a step back from the door, but there was nowhere to go.

I was trapped.

I’m sorry, Kali, Zev said, his sorrow bleeding over into my fear. I am so, so sorry.

He wanted to help me, but couldn’t.

Wanted to fight her. Couldn’t.

The door opened, and I stumbled backward until I hit the concrete wall. I’d expected to see Colette, but to my surprise, it was Rena standing there. She had a pair of syringes in one hand, each filled with an amber-colored liquid.

“A triple dose,” Rena said. She met my eyes, and for a second, a split second, I thought I saw something else there.

A question.

A plea.

“Stay away from me,” I said, and the words left my mouth as a growl. Drowsy or not, drugged or not, I was stronger than this woman who used to be my mother.

Much stronger.

“It’s going to be okay,” she said, moving toward me slowly. “I promise, Kali. It’s all going to be okay.”

The words set off an explosion of memory in my mind. Everything is going to work out okay. You’re going to be okay. I’m going to make you okay. Okay?

Skylar was dead. Rena was coming toward me, needle in hand. Nothing was okay.

Nothing would ever be okay again.

“What Rena means,” Colette said helpfully, “is that if you so much as move a muscle, I’ll dose you myself—and I won’t make it pleasant.”

Now that the door was open, I could see that Collette’s hair was a shade lighter than her eyelashes—a light honey brown. There was a dusting of freckles across her nose and an unadulterated cruelness to the set of her features.

She was a hunter. I was her prey.

“Please, Kali.” Rena took my arm. I flinched, but she met my eyes again.

Let me do this.

That was what her eyes said to me, and I bit back the impulse to hit her again—harder, this time, than before. Hard enough to do some actual damage—but for better or for worse, I couldn’t kill someone I remembered loving as much as I’d once loved her.

“I hate you,” I said instead, feeling little and powerless and like nothing I’d ever said or done had mattered in the least. “I really, really hate you.”

Rena pursed her lips. The needle pierced my skin.

“I know,” she said.

At those words, Colette smiled and turned away. Rena pulled the needle out, putting her thumb over its tip. Then she pressed down on the back of the syringe.

The liquid dribbled harmlessly down my arm.

She did the same thing with a second syringe.

Then she reached into her white lab coat and withdrew a third, pressing it into my palm.

“Go to sleep, Kali-Kay.” She closed her eyes, and I realized her hands were trembling.

Realized that Colette would kill her if she knew.

My fingers closed around the third syringe. I held Rena’s gaze for another few seconds, and then I nodded. I closed my eyes and slumped against the concrete wall, like she’d knocked me unconscious.

And I waited.