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health, Sylvia Redbird. All will be well with her.'

She spoke to Grandma respectfully, and some of the tension that had been building inside me loosened. If she liked Grandma Redbird, she had to be an okay person, or vampyre or whatever. Right?

'As I'm sure you already know, vampyres'—Neferet paused and smiled at me—'even fledgling vampyres, have unusual powers of recovery. Her healing is proceeding so well that it is perfectly safe for her to leave the infirmary.' She looked from Grandma to me. 'Zoey, would you like to meet your new roommate?'

No. I swallowed hard and nodded. 'Yes.'

'Excellent!' Neferet said. Thankfully she ignored the fact that I was standing there like a smiling stupid garden gnome.

'Are you sure you shouldn't keep her here another day for observation?' Grandma asked.

'I understand your concern, but I assure you Zoey's physical wounds are already healing at a pace you would find extraordinary.'

She smiled at me again and even though I was scared and nervous and just plain freaked out I smiled back at her. It seemed like she was genuinely happy that I was there. And, truthfully, she made me think turning into a vampyre might not be such a bad thing.

'Grandma, I'm fine. Really. My head just hurts a little, and the rest of me feels way better.' I realized as I said it that it was true. I'd completely stopped coughing. My muscles didn't ache anymore. I felt perfectly normal except for a little headache.

Then Neferet did something that not only surprised me, but made me instantly like her—and begin to trust her. She walked over to Grandma and spoke slowly and carefully.

'Sylvia Redbird, I give you my solemn oath that your grand-daughter is safe here. Each fledgling is paired with an adult mentor.

To ensure my oath to you I will be Zoey's mentor. And now you must entrust her to my care.'

Neferet placed her fist over her heart and bowed formally to Grandma. My grandma hesitated for only a moment before answering her.

'I will hold you to your oath, Neferet, High Priestess of Nyx.' Then she mimicked Neferet's actions by putting her own fist over her heart and bowing to her before turning to me and hugging me hard. 'Call me if you need me, Zoeybird. I love you.'

'I will, Grandma. I love you, too. And thank you for bringing me here,' I whispered, breathing in her familiar lavender scent and trying not to cry.

She kissed me gently on my cheek and then with her quick, confident steps she walked out of the room, leaving me alone for the first time in my life with a vampyre.

'Well, Zoey, are you ready to begin your new life?'

I looked up at her and thought again how amazing she was. If I actually Changed into a vampyre, would I have her confidence and power, or was that something only a High Priestess got? For an instant it flashed though my mind how awesome it would be to be a High Priestess—and then my sanity returned. I was just a kid. A confused kid at that, and definitely not High Priestess material. I just want to figure out how to fit in here, but Neferet had certainly made what was happening to me seem easier to bear.

'Yes, I am.' I was glad I sounded more confident than I felt.

CHAPTER 7

'What time is it?'

We were walking down a narrow hall that curved gently. The walls were made of an odd mixture of dark stone and jutting brick. Every so often flickering gaslights that hung from old-fashioned-looking black iron sconces stuck out of the wall, giving off a soft yellow glow that was, thankfully, really easy on my eyes. There were no windows in the hall, and we didn't meet anyone else (even though I kept peeking nervously around, imagining my first glimpse of vampyre kids).

'It is nearly four A.M., which means classes have been out for almost an hour,' Neferet said, and then she smiled slightly at what I'm sure was my totally shocked expression.

'Classes begin at eight P.M., and end at three A.M.,' she explained. 'Teachers are available until three thirty A.M. to give students extra help. The gym is open until dawn, the exact time of which you will always know as soon as you have completed the Change. Until then dawn time is clearly posted in all the classrooms, common rooms, and gathering areas, including the dining hall, library, and gym. Nyx's Temple is, of course, open at all hours, but formal rituals are held twice a week right after school. The next ritual will be tomorrow.' Neferet glanced at me and her slight smile warmed. 'It seems overwhelming now, but you'll catch on quickly. And your roommate will help you, as will I.'

I was just getting ready to open my mouth to ask her another question when an orange ball of fur ran into the hall and without a sound, hurled itself into Neferet's arms. I jumped and made a stupid little squee sound—then I felt like a total retard when I saw that the orange ball of fur was not a flying boogieman or whatever, but a massively big cat.

Neferet laughed and scratched the fur ball's ears. 'Zoey, meet Skylar. He's usually prowling around here waiting to launch himself at me.'

'That's the biggest cat I've ever seen,' I said, reaching my hand out to let him sniff me.

'Careful, he's a known biter.'

Before I could jerk my hand out of the way, Skylar started rubbing his face on my fingers. I held my breath.

Neferet tilted her head to the side, as if she was listening to words in the wind. 'He likes you, which is definitely unusual. He doesn't like anyone except me. He even keeps the other cats away from this end of campus. He's really a terrible bully,' she said fondly.

I carefully scratched Skylar's ears like Neferet had been doing. 'I like cats,' I said softly. 'I used to have one, but when my mom got remarried I had to give it to Street Cats to be adopted. John, her new husband, doesn't like cats.'

'I've found that the way a person feels about cats—and the way they feel about him or her in return—is usually an excellent gauge by which to measure a person's character.'

I looked up from the cat to meet her green eyes and saw that she understood a lot more about freaky family issues than she was saying. It made me feel connected to her, and automatically my stress level relaxed a little. 'Are there a lot of cats here?'

'Yes, there are. Cats have always been closely allied with vampyres.'

Okay, actually I already knew that. In World History with Mr. Shaddox (better known as Puff Shaddy, but don't tell him) we learned that in the past cats had been slaughtered because it was thought that they somehow turned people into vampyres. Yeah, okay, talk about ridiculous. More evidence of the stupidity of humans… the thought popped into my mind, shocking me by how easily I'd already started thinking of 'normal' people as 'humans,' and therefore something different than me.

'Do you think I could have a cat?' I asked.

'If one chooses you, you will belong to him or her.'

'Chooses me?'

Neferet smiled and stroked Skylar, who closed his eyes and purred loudly. 'Cats choose us; we don't own them.' As if to demonstrate what she said was true, Skylar jumped out of her arms and, with a stuck-up flick of his tail, disappeared down the hall.

Neferet laughed. 'He's really awful, but I do adore him. I think I would, even were it not part of my gift from Nyx.'

'Gift? Skylar is a gift from the Goddess?'

'Yes, in a way. Every High Priestess is given an affinity—what you would probably think of as special powers—by the Goddess. It's part of the way we identify our High Priestesses. The affinities can be unusual cognitive skills, like reading minds or having visions and being able to predict the future. Or the affinity can be for something in the physical realm, like a special connection to one of the four elements, or to animals. I have two