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"It doesn’t work like that"

"Oh?" she said, sered by the photograph of the hospital"

"So you just have to see a picture of the future before it comes to you," she said sarcastically

I rolled my eyes

"If you want to see your future, I knooman who can do that She’ll tell you what the visions are"

I leaned back against the wall "I don’t believe in that kind of stuff," I said, dished "How can you say you don’t believe when you just thought you were seeing the future?"

"That’s different," I said I had been reborn, and I now had a little bit of Undead withinto affect me, but maybe this was it The Undead reanimate as the best versions of themselves Wasn’t I prettier now, my features more mature? Wasn’t I a better Monitor? Maybe I could see the future, too "That’s believing inwhen I returned to et used to the fact that there was no curfew at St Cléirls’ dorm parent, but her primary rule was that we didn’t bother her Otherwise, we could do whatever anted While I brushed my teeth, I took off my shirt and examined the mark on my back in the bathrooht way, it almost looked like Dante’s silhouette

Before I kneas happening, the door leading into the adjacent rooed inside, unaware that the bathroorabbedto cover h as she looked at ht camisole, her face delicate now that it was stripped of ?"

"Get out!" I cried

"Sh to lock the door," she said, backing away

I caught a gliroup of girls were splayed across her canopied bed, giggling With force, I slammed the door shut

Chapter 5

SOUL SHARING DOES NOT EXIST A SOUL MAY ONLY INHABIT one body at a tih the narrow stacks of the St Cléht save Dante, it was the only answer I could find Shutting that book, I pulled a thicker one off the shelf, entitled The Art of Dying, which the cover described as The most comprehensive study of death and its after the index, I flipped to the section on Souls and ski for

Soul splitting does not exist To split one’s soul is to kill one’s self

Frustrated, I shut the book and shoved it back on the shelf We were never going to find a solution Sliding to the floor, I rubbedfor an antidote to death I laughed at the irony that everyone thought I was i on the floor of the library, trying to find the answer to immortality in a book As if it were that easy

I spreadthe as Dante’s back That was how long he had left to live Across the room, I heard a chair scrape the wood as so her books fro She was alone and hadn’t seen me Quietly, I put the books back on the shelf and crept toward the exit

It wasn’t until the end of the week that I ith the sickening suspicion that I had forgotten soht in the nht miserably, except for Anya, asn’t really a friend at all; and I wasn’t supposed to see Dante for another week The only other person I knew here was Dr Newhaus…That’s when I re back the covers, I ju aroundin the mirror, I ran across ca, above the school archway I walked down the hallway,into the plush carpet as I studied the old sketches of Montreal that hung on the walls Dozens of boats and barges speckled the river and canals

Between two sketches stood a lacquered wooden door with a nameplate that said: HEADMASTER JOHN LAGUERRE I knocked, and when no one answered, I sat on a wooden bench in the hall