The Administrator
closed his laptop with a click and turned to face his last three students.
“That’s everyone else home,” he announced. “PPCers to HQ, everyone else to the
Real World. All vampires successfully de-vamped, everyone turned back to human
– even Traveler is no longer a box. Everyone except you three.” He grimaced and
rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I can’t say I’m happy about this.”
“I never imagined
you would be,” Iplis said softly. “But I’m not going back.”
“And I’m not
leaving if she’s still here,” Cazzie
added, glowering at the vampire. “You can’t trust her.”
“And I can trust
you? You’re a fangirl too,” the Administrator pointed out. He raised a hand at
Cazzie’s protest. “All right. I’ve allowed you to stay – both of you – because
you were closest to Liliac and our Death of Fangirls.” He glanced at the third
fangirl. “You, on the other hand, are here for the effect you have on Ispace.
But all of you are only staying because you could be useful – not because I
like you.”
“Being liked went
out of the window for me last night,” Iplis observed. “I’ll help you.”
“Yes, you will.”
The Administrator shook his head. “So here we are. I suppose you have
questions.”
