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who looked stone-faced, but was nodding at whatever Thanatos was saying to him. His friends made a little semi-circle of fashion disasters behind him.

Darius’s wave caught her attention. “There are our boys,” she said, and they changed direction to meet their Warriors, the rest of their circle, and Stevie Rae’s red fledglings who were making another semi-circle on the opposite side of the pyre.

Darius hugged her and Aphrodite let herself rest in his arms, wishing they were already alone.

“Thanatos and Kalona look grim. Did the meeting with the High Council not go well?” he whispered into her ear.

“Train wreck. I’ll explain later,” she whispered back, and then the professors were there, filling in the missing parts of the semi-circles to form one complete circle, making it appear as if the school were one, united, group. Which was, of course, totally not true.

Thanatos spoke first. Her voice was strong and clear—she was actually a pretty good speaker, but when she started a prayer that rhymed, Aphrodite’s attention wandered.

She watched Dallas. As far as she was concerned, he’d always been too short and his eyes had seemed beady—even before he’d lost his mind and gone red. Tonight he stared at the pyre and Erin’s shrouded body, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve every once in a while. Technically, he was crying, but mostly he looked mad. Aphrodite’s gaze went to the red fledglings behind Dallas. None of them were crying. Most were either looking at the pyre or at Thanatos. Well, a few were gawking at Kalona, but kids always gawked at Kalona.

Aphrodite’s eyes traveled around the circle, and she noticed that Nicole hadn’t joined Dallas’s group. She was standing next to Lenobia and Travis in the middle of a clump of professors. As if she had felt her gaze, Nicole looked at Aphrodite. It wasn’t a bitchy look, but it wasn’t friendly, either. Aphrodite thought if a look could speak it would say, WTF?

Aphrodite held her gaze a little longer, then let her eyes continue to move around the circle. Her gaze halted again when it came to Shaylin. She was standing next to dickhead Erik. The fact that Shaylin always seemed to end up next to Erik made her wonder about the girl’s judgment. Erik was undeniably hot. If he hadn’t been hot Aphrodite wouldn’t have been there, done him, but she’d also moved on. Of course she hadn’t seen Shaylin and Erik doing any face-sucking. He’d never even held her hand in public. Maybe it wasn’t Shaylin stalking Erik. Maybe Erik hung around her because she’d been the first fledgling he’d Tracked. That was a possibility.

Shaylin was supposed to be able to read people’s auras or colors or whatever she called them, and tell what a person was really like on the inside, so it was also a possibility that Erik was becoming less of an ass, and Shaylin could see that, though that possibility seemed unlikely.

Aphrodite flipped her hair back. Shaylin had read her colors. She’d pissed Aphrodite off, and been a bitch at first, but later she’d apologized. And the truth was that Shaylin had been right when she’d told Aphrodite: You do have a flickery yellow light inside your moonlight light … It’s part of your uniqueness—your warmth … it’s small and hidden, because you keep how warm and good you really are hidden most of the time. But that doesn’t change that it’s still there. Remembering, Aphrodite flipped her hair back again. As annoying as it was, her instinct was telling her that Shaylin was the real deal—that she did have True Sight and a Goddess-given ability to interpret it.

Aphrodite glanced at where Zoey was standing over by Stevie Rae and Rephaim, between Stark and Shaunee. Naturally, Shaunee and Stevie Rae were bawling their eyes out. Z wasn’t, though, and that seemed weird. Z usually snot cried at funerals, and as messed up as Erin had gotten before she’d died, she had been part of Z’s original circle.

When Aphrodite looked back at Shaylin, the girl wasn’t watching Thanatos anymore. She was watching Zoey and her expression said she didn’t like what she was seeing.

That’s when Aphrodite made her decision.

Then her attention was pulled back to the funeral as Dallas lifted the blazing torch while Thanatos raised her arms and her voice, commanding, “Dallas, it has been entrusted to you to light Erin’s pyre, and it is my decision that Shaunee use her Goddess-given gift to aid our fallen daughter’s body as it returns to ash and earth.” Thanatos gestured for Shaunee to join her beside the pyre.

Shaunee’s cheeks were washed with tears, but she didn’t hesitate. She walked to the pyre and as Dallas touched the torch to the dry logs, she called into the night, “Fire, come to me!” Her long, dark hair lifted on the heat thermals that surrounded her. “Set my Twin’s body free! So I ask, and so mote it be!” There was a great whooshing and the pyre exploded in fire. Everyone except Shaunee was forced to take several steps back from the blaze. Aphrodite shielded her eyes with her hands, unable to look away from Shaunee. She was still crying, but she was also smiling as her element did her bidding.

Aphrodite thought she looked like a fire goddess. Not that she’d ever tell Shaunee that, but still…

As Thanatos closed the circle and bid everyone to blessed be, Aphrodite whispered to Darius, “Gotta do something real quick. I’ll meet you back in our room.” She kissed him and then ducked through the crowd, trying to catch sight of Shaylin, and wishing the girl wasn’t so effing short.

Distracted, she almost ran into a damn tree. Good thing she didn’t because on the other side of it, Rephaim was holding Stevie Rae, who was still bawling her eyes out and totally soaking the front of his T-shirt.

“I know it’s hard, but Erin is with Nyx,” Rephaim was saying to Stevie Rae. He glanced up as Aphrodite stumbled around the big oak.

She put her finger to her lips and mimed a shhh motion, shaking her head. That’s all she needed—Stevie Rae expecting Aphrodite to be included in her blubberfest. Luckily, Rephaim didn’t pay any attention to her, and went right back to overcomforting Stevie Rae while Aphrodite tiptoed away.

She felt a shivery, not right feeling and froze. Her gaze found Dallas immediately. He couldn’t see Aphrodite, though. The tree was in his way, but Aphrodite didn’t think he would have noticed if she’d stomped around unattractively like a heifer. He was too busy staring at Rephaim and Stevie Rae. The hatred in his gaze was frightening. Silently, Aphrodite worked her way around the tree, moving closer to Dallas. He was saying something, muttering to himself. Aphrodite concentrated, watching his too-thin lips and listening with all of her focus.

“It ain’t right. Mine is dead and hers ain’t even human. It ain’t right…”

That was it. That was all Dallas was muttering. Aphrodite waited, watched, ready to warn Rephaim and yell for Darius if Dallas actually tried anything, but the kid just kept saying the same shit over and over, even as he walked away.

Aphrodite shook her head. Dallas was seriously not right. Z might be having a mental breakdown, but she had a point about not wanting to be stuck at the House of Night with him.

“Okay, see ya tomorrow, Erik!”

Hearing Shaylin’s voice, Aphrodite sighed in relief, and hurried to catch up to her as she waved bye to Erik and started meandering toward the girls’ dorm.

“Pssst!” Aphrodite called after her.

Shaylin glanced back, questioningly.

“There. Now.” Aphrodite pointed to the shadows outside the flickering gaslights that illuminated part of the sidewalk.

They got to the dark part of the pathway together. Shaylin crossed her arms over her chest. “You can’t boss me around.”

“And yet you just did what I told you to do.”

Without saying anything Shaylin spun around and started to walk away.

“Hang on! I was just kidding. Come back.” When Shaylin didn’t stop walking, Aphrodite sighed and added, “Please.”

Shaylin immediately came back to her. “Please was all you needed to say. Next time try it first.”

“Fine. Fine. Whatever.”

Aphrodite looked at Shaylin. Shaylin stared back at her. Aphrodite flipped her hair. Shaylin’s eyes widened. “Are you nervous?”

“I never get nervous.”

“You’re fidgeting with your hair.”

“I’m flipping my hair.”

“You need something from me.” Shaylin smiled.