Page 36 of My Neighbor Literally Bites

Hannah holds her eye. "I've learned enough."

"We'll see."

Elias draws close to my shoulder, his voice under the wind. "She is the best reader of old seals I could bring without waking half the eastern territories."

"Can she be trusted?"

"No," he says, honest enough to be useful. "But she can be relied upon. Tonight, that may have to be enough."

Vivienne kneels, she doesn't touch the wax — she breathes it. "Mm. Old seal. Older than the mine. This wasn't left for Nathan's men, Sheriff. They couldn't read it if they tried. This is a warning from one vampire faction to another. It says the ground past this gate has been spoken for."

Ben folds his arms, but his face has gone pale beneath the weathering. "Spoken for by who?"

"That," Vivienne says, "is the question worth asking." She rises.

I won't have Hannah standing in the dark without a frame for it. "Tell them, us, why an old woman's papers are worth one of us coming up into the open air."

She weighs Hannah, deciding how much she'll bear. "Because Elspeth didn't only write down what the hunters did to us. The burnings. The bounties. The families your grandfathers' grandfathers called vermin and put down." Ben says nothing, but his hand finds the cold rail of the gate. "She wrote down what some of us did with the silence that came after. Who we let vanish. Whose quiet we bought. An honest record is a blade that cuts toward everyone still holding it." She turns to me, and there is nothing warm in her at all. "There are vampires who'd sooner see that chamber drowned than read. By now, some of them have heard the girl's name."

"Then we move before they finish what they came to do." I'm already laying it out, and this time I make myself look at Hannah before the old instinct can turn the plan into a cage. "Elias takes the upper adit so nothing comes down behind us. Ben, you know the roads that feed this hill. If Nathan's people fall back to circle around, you'll catch them before any of us. Someone keeps Lily nowhere near this mountain."

"Marge at the diner," Ben says at once. "She'll keep her there if I tell her to sit on the girl personally."

Hannah exhales, short and grateful, but her eyes stay on mine. "And me?"

"You know Elspeth's trail better than anyone here," I say. "So you'll stand with me. But you carry Ben's radio. If the tunnel shifts, if smoke comes through, if I say the route is closing, we both turn back."

Hannah studies me for a breath. Then she holds out her hand for the radio. "Partners. Both directions."

I pass it to her. "Both directions."

Ben already has his phone out contacting Marge. While Vivienne and Elias bend together over the seal, I draw Hannah a few steps up the slope, where the dark is only the ordinary kind.

"You should hear this from me, not from her." There's no soft shape for the words, so I don't try to make one. "Until tonight, the only people hunting you wanted Elspeth's secret kept. Nathan's kind. Now there are people who want it gone — and to them, you aren't a woman from town. You're the hand reaching for the thing they want buried. Some of those people are mine, Hannah. My side of it. They'll look at you and see a problem with a simple answer."

She takes it without flinching. "All right," she says. "Then they've made the same mistake everyone makes about me." A slow breath. "What do we do next?"

The answer arrives on its own. Below, the one lantern has become three, fanning along the lower drift — Nathan's people, deeper than they ought to be, moving with purpose now.

At the gatepost, Vivienne has gone rigid. She's bent close over the wax again, and whatever she's found in it has stripped the cool amusement off her face. "Alaric. This knot of lines. I know the hand that presses a seal like this." She gives it to the cold air at last, and the name drops between us like a stone down the shaft. "Lucien Draycott's people."

Elias goes still and I have only seen that before courts and executions. Ben notices it too, because his hand settles closer to his holster though he cannot know what name just entered the hill with us.

Hannah looks from Vivienne to me. "How bad?"

Vivienne wipes the wax from her thumb with slow precision. "Hunters leave warnings because fear is useful to them. Lucien's people leave gaps. A place with no witnesses left. A family name missing from every register. A road everyone remembers using and no one can prove existed."

"So they erase things," Hannah says.

"No," Elias answers. "They erase the proof that anything needed erasing."

Behind us, with a groan of tired timber, the gate we came through shifts on its cut hinges and begins, very slowly, to swing shut. Two enemies. One door. And all of us already inside it, racing toward the same room not one of us has found. I take Hannah's hand. Not to hold her back. To go.

27

HANNAH

The gate behind us settles with one last grind, iron seating into stone, and then the gray seam of daylight thins to nothing. Nobody says the thing we're all carrying — that it won't lift again until someone on the far side decides it should. We heard it shut. We keep walking anyway.