YEAR OF THE VAMPIRE 33

Finale Chapter

Music from: Mars

Mortifal Mottknight. Dred's uncle. Vohn's uncle.

Moon twins, sharing the same father, born under the same full moon.

And very different, Ivy thought.

She turned and walked back down the room, pausing where she'd seen the tall mirror before, the first time she had been in the room—the gateway to Neverfall. It was gone, but a covered easel stood in its place. She knew what it held. Her portrait, by Rockfort.

She hadn't gotten a very good look at it the night before, preoccupied with fear as she was.

She lifted the sheet corner and looked at the portrait.

The woman on the foggy pier stared back at her.

Ivy frowned in confusion. The pull of the woman's expression was just as strong as the first time, the day at the Autumn Fest where she'd lost three hours of time.

"We couldn't keep your portrait," Maeve's voice echoed down the side hall.

Ivy flinched but didn't drop the covering. She turned, watching Maeve walk from the opposite end of the room. "I thought you were all gone."

"We are." Maeve smiled, not quite happily. "We can't keep portraits of innocents unwilling to stay."

"What happens to them?" Ivy gave the portraits on the wall a quick glimpse. "Once the vampires are tired of them."