Claire didn't mean to fall asleep - she thought she was too scared - but she did, eventually, as night spun on toward morning. Voices whispered to her - Michael's, she thought, and then Shane's. Get up, the voices said. Get up and open the door. Open the window. Let us in. We can help you if you'll just let us in.
She whimpered in her sleep, sweaty and sick, and felt Shane's hand on her forehead. "Claire." She opened her eyes and saw him sitting there next to her. He looked tired. "You're having a nightmare."
"Don't I wish," she muttered, tried to swallow, and discovered she was burning-up thirsty. She felt feverish and weak, too. Well, this was a perfect time to be catching the flu....
"Michael!" Oliver's voice came faint through the front door. "Something you should see, my boy! Look out your windows!"
"Trap," Shane said instantly, and reached out to grab Michael's arm as he walked by. "Don't, man."
"What's he going to do? Make faces at me?"
"If you start doing what he wants, it's hard to stop. Just don't."
Michael considered that for a few seconds, then pulled away and went on to the windows.
Where he stared out, frowning. There were red and blue flashing lights shining on the glass and reflecting on his skin.
"What is it?" Claire asked, and got up.
"Hey! Seriously, guys. Quit playing their game - "
"Cops," Michael said. He sounded blank and shocked. "They've got the whole street blocked off.
They're moving people out."
"What people? The vampires?" Eve wanted to know. She piled on at the window, too.
"Sheesh," Shane said grumpily. "Fine. Don't listen to me. If a vampire tells you to jump off a cliff..."
"They're evacuating the neighborhood," Michael said. "Getting rid of witnesses."
"Oh, shit," Shane said, and jumped up and craned to look over Claire's shoulder. "So just how screwed are we?"
"Well, the cops aren't vampires. And the Protections won't keep them out."
As Claire watched, the six police cars, all with their lights running in bloodred and vein blue flashes, were joined by two long, skeletal fire trucks. One at each end of the block.
Michael said nothing, but his eyes narrowed.
"Oh, shit!" Shane whispered. "They wouldn't."
"Yeah," Michael said. "I think they would. If this book is that important, I think they'd do just about anything to get it."
Oliver's face suddenly popped up in front of the window. They all screamed - even Michael - and jumped back. Shane tried to push Claire behind him. She smacked at him until he left her alone.
She wanted to hear what Oliver had to say.
"It's nearly five o'clock," Oliver said, his voice muffled by the window glass. "We're running out of time, Michael. Either invite me in and give me the book, or I'm afraid this is going to get unpleasant."
"Wait!" Claire balled her hands into fists. "I want to trade for it!"
His eyes weighed her, and dismissed her. "I'm very sorry, my dear, but that opportunity has come and gone. We're in much rougher waters now. Either hand over the book, or we'll come in and get it. I promise you, this is the best deal you're likely to get this side of hell."
Michael yanked down the shade. "Shane. You, Eve, and Claire get into the pantry room. Move it."
"No way!" Eve declared. "I'm not leaving you!"
He took her hand and locked eyes with her, in a way that made Claire's knees go weak even at several feet away. "They can't hurt me, except by hurting the house itself. They can't kill me, except by destroying the house. Understand? You guys are the vulnerable ones. And I want you safe."
He kissed her hand, darted a self-conscious look at Claire and Shane, and then kissed her lips, too.
"Huh," Shane said. "Thought so." He took Claire's hand. "Michael's right. Better get you girls someplace safe."
"You, too, Shane," said Michael.
"No way!"
"Not the time to be proving anything, dude. Just take care of them. I can take care of myself."
Maybe, Claire thought. And maybe he just wanted them out of the way in case he couldn't.
Either way, she didn't have a chance to protest. Shane steered her and Eve into the kitchen, loaded them down with water and prepackaged food like Pop-Tarts and energy bars, and helped them stack things in the dark, gloomy hiding place where Claire had spent her first morning in the Glass House.
She didn't know if Shane really might have followed Michael's orders - it was possible, she guessed - but just as they were pushing the last of the supplies into the narrow little doorway, there was a loud crashing of glass from the living room.
"What the hell?" Shane blurted, and ducked out to see what was going on. Claire went after him, and when she looked back, Eve was following, too.
But they didn't get very far, because the kitchen window smashed into splinters, and Claire and Eve stopped and turned to look.
Oliver was standing just outside the window. They heard more glass breaking, all over the house.
"Girls," he said. "I'm sorry to do this. Truly I am. But you're not giving me much choice. Last chance.
Invite me in, and this can end peacefully."
"Bite me!" Eve taunted. "Oh, wait...you can't, can you? Not from way out there!"
His eyes flared, and his fangs snapped down. Threat display. That was what it was called when a rattlesnake shook its tail, or a cobra spread its hood. He was giving them a clear sign that he didn't find them very funny.
"The book," he said. "Or your lives. That's the only deal you're going to get, Claire. I suggest you make the right choice quickly."
"It's okay," Eve said. "They can't come inside."
Oliver nodded, his faded, curling hair blowing in the hot night wind. "That's true," he said. "But then, I'm hardly all alone."
And he stepped aside as a policeman, in uniform, broke out the remaining glass with a nightstick and hopped up on the windowsill to climb through.
Eve and Claire screamed and ran.
The living room was a mess of broken furniture, scattered papers, struggling bodies - Shane punched out some guy in a black jacket, who flew back out of the window and into the arms of some waiting, snarling vampires. Michael was fighting a couple more, whom he just bodily picked up and threw out. As Eve and Claire skidded into the room and broke right and left, the cop in pursuit ran headlong into Michael and got tossed out, as well.