Marked

mine.'

My eyes widened and I felt a wash of relief so intense it made me laugh. She was talking about Erik, not about the purification prayer! 'Wow, you sound like Erik's mom. Does he know you're checking up on him?'

'Did I look like Erik's mom when you watched me suck his dick in the hall?'

So she did know. Whatever. I suppose it was inevitable that we would have this conversation. 'No, you didn't look like Erik's mom. You looked like what you are—desperate—while you pathetically tried to throw yourself at a guy who was clearly telling you he didn't want you anymore.'

'Fucking bitch! Nobody talks to me like that!'

She raised her hand and, clawlike, moved to slash at my face. Then it seemed that the world stopped, leaving the two of us in a little bubble of slow-motion. I caught her wrist, stopping her easily—too easily. It was like she was a small, sick child who had struck out in anger, but was really too weak to do any harm. I held her there for a moment, meeting her hateful eyes.

'Don't ever try to hit me again. I'm not one of the kids you can bully. Get this, and get this now. I am not scared of you.' Then I flung her wrist away from me, and was totally shocked to see her stagger back several feet.

Rubbing her wrist, she glared at me. 'Don't bother showing up tomorrow. Consider yourself uninvited and no longer a Dark Daughter.'

'Really?' I felt unbelievably calm. I knew I held the trump card on this and I pulled it. 'So you want to explain to my mentor, High Priestess Neferet, the vamp whose idea it was for me to join the Dark Daughters in the first place, that you kicked me out because you're jealous that your ex-boyfriend likes me?'

Her face paled.

'Oh, and you may be very sure that I'll be totally, completely upset when Neferet asks me about it.' I sniffed and sobbed a little like I was fake crying.

'Do you know what it's like to be a part of something and have no one else in the group want you there?' she snarled between her clenched teeth.

I felt my stomach clench and had to force myself not to let her see she'd struck a nerve. Yes, I knew exactly what it was like to be a part of something—a supposed family—and have it feel like no one else wanted me there, but Aphrodite wasn't going to know it. Instead I smiled, and in my sweetest voice I said, 'Why, whatever do you mean, Aphrodite? Erik is part of the Dark Sons and just today at lunch he told me how happy he was that I'd joined the Dark Daughters.'

'Come to the ritual. Pretend you're part of the Dark Daughters. But you'd better remember something. They're my Dark Daughters. You're the outsider; the one who is not wanted. And remember this, too. Erik Night and I have a bond that you'll never understand. He's not my ex anything. You didn't stay to see the end of our little game in the hall. He was then and he is now exactly what I want him to be. Mine.' Then she tossed her very big, very blond hair and stalked away.

About two breaths later Stevie Rae stuck her head out from behind an old oak that was not far from the sidewalk and said, 'Is she gone?'

'Thankfully.' I shook my head at Stevie Rae. 'What are you doing back there?'

'Are you kidding? I'm hiding. She scares the bejezzus outta me. I was coming to meet you and saw the two of you arguing. Man, she actually tried to hit you!'

'Aphrodite has some serious anger-management issues.' Stevie Rae laughed.

'Uh, Stevie Rae, you can come out from behind there now.' Still laughing, Stevie Rae practically skipped over to me and linked her arm with mine. 'You really stood up to her!'

'I really did.'

'She really, really hates your guts.'

'She really, really does.'

'You know what that means?' Stevie Rae said.

'Yep. I don't have any choice now. I'm going to have to take her down.'

'Yep.'

But I knew that I'd had no choice even before Aphrodite tried to scratch my eyes out. I hadn't had any choice since Nyx had placed her Mark on me. As Stevie Rae and I walked together in the gaslight—illuminated richness of the night, the Goddess's words repeated over and over through my mind: You are old beyond your years, Zoeybird. Believe in yourself and you will find a way. But remember, darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good.

CHAPTER 23

'I hope the rest of them can find it,' I said, glancing around me while Stevie Rae and I waited by the big oak tree. 'It didn't seem this dark last night.'

'It wasn't. It's really cloudy tonight, so the moon's having trouble shining through. But don't worry, the Change is doing really cool things for our night vision. Heck, I think I can see as good as Nala.' Stevie Rae scratched the cat affectionately on her head and Nala closed her eyes and purred. 'They'll find us.'

I leaned against the tree and worried. Dinner had been good—seriously yummy broiled chicken, seasoned rice, and baby snow peas (one thing I could say for this place, they could really cook)—yeah, everything had been great. Until Erik had come by our table and said hi. Okay, it wasn't really a 'hi, Z, I still like you' hi. It was a 'hi, Zoey.' Period. Yep. That was it. He'd gotten his food and was walking with a couple other guys the Twins called hotties. I will admit that I didn't even notice them. I was too busy noticing Erik. They came to our table. I looked up and smiled. He met my eyes for a millisecond, said, 'Hi, Zoey,' and walked on. And all of a sudden the chicken didn't taste nearly as good.

'You just hurt his ego. Be nice to him and he'll ask you out again,' Stevie Rae said, bringing me and my thoughts back to the present under the tree.

'How'd you know I was thinking about Erik?' I asked. Stevie Rae had quit petting Nala, so I reached down to scratch the cat on top of her head before she started complaining at me.

''Cause that's what I'd be thinking about.'

'Well, I should be thinking about the circle I have to cast but have never cast before in my entire life, and the purification ritual I have to perform, and not some boy.'

'He's not 'some boy: He's some fiiine boy,' Stevie Rae drawled, making me laugh.

'You must be talking about Erik,' Damien said, stepping out of the shadow of the wall. 'Don't worry. I saw the way he was looking at you at lunch today. He'll ask you out again.'

'Yeah, take it from him,' Shaunee said.

'He is our group expert on All Things Penile,' Erin said as they joined them under the tree.

'Quite true,' Damien said.

Before they could make my head hurt I changed the subject. 'Did you get the stuff we need?'

'I had to mix the dried sage and lavender together myself. I hope it's okay that I tied them like this.' Damien pulled the smudge stick of dried herbs out of his jacket sleeve and handed it to me. It was thick and almost a foot long, and right away I smelled the familiar sweetness of lavender. He'd wrapped the bundle tightly together on one end with what looked like extra-thick thread.

'It's perfect.' I smiled at him.

He looked relieved, and then said, a little shyly, 'I used my cross-stitch thread.'

'Hey, I told you before you shouldn't be ashamed that you like to cross-stitch. I think it's a cute hobby. Plus, you're really good at it,' Stevie Rae said.

'I wish my dad thought so,' Damien said.

I hated hearing the sadness in his voice. 'I wish you'd teach me sometime. I've always wanted to learn how to cross-stitch,' I lied, and was glad to see Damien's face brighten.

'Anytime, Z,' he said.

'How about the candles?' I asked the Twins.

'Hey, we told you. Easy…' Shaunee opened her purse and pulled out green, yellow, and blue votives in