I saw a shine of white-blond hair in the sunshine, and my heart nearly stopped. It took a moment for my brain to register the full image. Between Melinda and Watson's shoulders, I saw Jenny LaMont smiling her broad, movie-starlet smile. She wore a long, elegant coat patterned with the brand of an insanely expensive fashion house; her blond hair was perfectly arranged into a flow of gold over one shoulder. Besides a bit of paleness, there was no indication she'd had anything but a good night's sleep the night before. Her eyes were bright and attentive as they scanned the gloom behind the two vampires. She was looking for me, I realized. Had they already gone to my dorm room? Or could Logan keep track of me through the magic itself?
“Good morning," she glittered, beaming up at Watson. She a
