Free Blue Bloods by Melissa de La Cruz Page A

as big as a house,” he liked to say, “the way you eat.”
    Dr. Pat inspected the marks on her arms, silently tracing the patterns that had formed there. “Do you get dizzy?”
    Schuyler nodded. “Sometimes.”
    “Like you can’t remember where you are or where you’ve been?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Do you ever feel like you’re dreaming but you’re not?”
    Schuyler frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Fifteen.”
    “Right on time then,” Dr. Pat muttered. “But no flash back memories yet. Hmm.”
    “Excuse me?”
    She suddenly remembered that night at The Bank.
    Oliver had gone to get drinks, and she’d excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. But when she’d turned the corner, she’d bumped into that strange man. She had only seen him for a moment—a tall man, with broad shoulders wearing a dark suit—his bright gray eyes had glared at her from the darkness. Then he had disappeared, although there was only a blank wall where he had been standing. There had been something ancient and remote about him, and she couldn’t place it, but he seemed familiar. She didn’t know if that was anything to tell Dr. Pat about, so she didn’t mention it.
    The doctor took out a prescription pad and began scrib bling on it. “I’m going to give you some cream to cover your veins for now, but really, it’s nothing to worry about. I’ll see you in the spring.”
    “Why? Is something going to happen in the spring?” But the doctor wouldn’t say.
    Schuyler left the doctor’s office with more questions than she had answers.
    Whenever Mimi felt upset, she went shopping. It was her natural reaction to any intense emotional experience. Happy or sad, depressed or triumphant, she could only be found in one place. She stormed out of the doctor’s office, took the carpeted elevator to the ground floor, and walked across Madison to the haven of Barneys. Mimi loved Barneys. Barneys was to Mimi as Tiffany’s was to Holly Golightly , a place where nothing terrible could ever be allowed to happen. She loved the clean lines of the beauty counters, the pale wood fixtures, the glass cases displaying tiny, exquisite and exorbitantly priced jewelry, the small selection of Italian handbags, everything so clean and modern and perfect.
    It was a great antidote to everything that had hap pened—because of course, Aggie was still dead. That’s what scared her the most. Her death meant there was something The Committee was keeping from them. That there was something they didn’t know, or something The Wardens weren’t telling them. She didn’t want to question them, but it was maddening when her father wasn’t forthcoming with any answers.
    And that Van Alen girl—the one with the spooky grand mother—showing up at Dr. Pat’s office like that. There was something about that girl she didn’t like, and not just because Jack seemed to be interested in her. A wave of revulsion had washed over her when she saw the two of them together, and she wanted to exorcise the remaining ill feeling that had made her feel like vomiting. She wished her brother would quit hanging around scraggly sophomores like Schuyler Van Alen . What was wrong with him?
    A woman in a sleek pantsuit approached Mimi deferen tially. “Would you like to see anything I’ve put aside for you, Miss Force?”
    Mimi nodded. She followed her personal shopper to the private dressing room in the back that was reserved for VIPs and celebrities. It was a circular room, with suede couches, a small bar, and a hosted buffet table. In the middle of the room was a rack of clothes that her shopper had selected especially for her.
    She took a chocolate-dipped strawberry from a silver tray and chewed on it slowly while she perused the racks. She’d already made her fall purchases that August, but it didn’t hurt to see if she’d missed any trends. She caressed a gold Lanvin ball gown, a shorn Prada jacket, and a floral Derek Lam cocktail