'Apparently, me.' Reluctantly, I keyed in the code to access my voice messages, and Heath's cute, dopey voice shocked me with how loud and animated he sounded.
'Zo! Call me. Like, I know it's late, but…wait. It's not late to you, but it's late to me. But that's okay 'cause I don't care. I just want you to call me. Okay. So. Bye. Call me.'
I groaned and deleted it. The next one sounded even more manic.
'Zoey! Okay. You need to call me. Really. And don't be mad. Hey, I don't even like Kayla. She's lame. I still love you, Zo, only you. So call me. I don't care when. I'll just wake up.'
'Man oh man,' Stevie Rae said, easily overhearing Heath's gushing. 'The boy's obsessed. No wonder you dumped him.'
'Yeah,' I mumbled, quickly deleting the second message. The third was much like the first two, only more desperate. I turned the volume down and tapped my foot impatiently while I went through all five messages, not listening except to see when I could delete and move on to the next one. 'I gotta go see Neferet,' I said, more to myself than to Stevie Rae.
'How come? You need to block him from calling or something?'
'No. Yeah. Something like that. I just need to talk to her about, well, about what I should do.' I avoided Stevie Rae's curious gaze.
'I mean, he's already showed up here once. I don't want him to come by again and cause any trouble.'
'Oh, yeah, that's true. It'd be bad if he ran into Erik.'
'It'd be awful. Okay, I better hurry and try to catch Neferet before fifth hour. I'll see you after school.'
I didn't wait for Stevie Rae's good-bye, but took off in the direction of Neferet's room. Could this day get any worse? Elliott dies and I'm attracted to his blood. I have to go to the Samhain ritual tonight with a bunch of kids who hate me and want to make sure I know it, and I've probably Imprinted my ex-almost-boyfriend.
Yep. Today really, really sucked.
CHAPTER 26
If Skylar's hissing and growling hadn't caught my attention, I would never have seen Aphrodite slumped in the little alcove down the hall from Neferet's room.
'What is it, Skylar?' I held my hand out gingerly, remembering what Neferet had said about her cat being a known biter. I was also sincerely glad that Nala wasn't tagging long after me as usual—Skylar would probably eat my poor little cat for lunch. 'Kitty-kitty,' the big orange tom gave me a considering look (probably considering whether or not to bite the crap out of my hand). Then he made his decision, un-puffed himself, and trotted over to me. He rubbed around my legs, then he gave the alcove one more good hiss before he took off, disappearing down the hall in the direction of Neferet's room.
'What the hell was his problem?' I looked hesitantly into the alcove, wondering what would make a mean cat like Skylar puff up and hiss, and I felt a jolt of shock. She was sitting right on the floor, hard to see in the shadow under the ledge that held a pretty statue of Nyx. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were rolled so that only their whites were showing. She scared the total crap out of me. I felt frozen, expecting any second to see blood pouring down her face. Then she moaned and muttered something I couldn't understand while her eyeballs shifted around behind her closed lids as though she was watching a scene. I realized what must be happening. Aphrodite was having a vision. She'd probably felt it coming on and hidden in the alcove so no one would find her and she could keep her info about the death and destruction she could prevent to her hateful self. Cow. Hag.
Well, I was done letting her get away with that crap. I bent down and grabbed her under the arms, pulling her to her feet. (Let me tell you, she's a lot heavier than she looks.)
'Come on,' I groaned, half carrying her while she lurched blindly forward with me. 'Let's take a little trip down the hall and see what kind of tragedy you want to keep quiet about.'
Thankfully, Neferet's room wasn't far away. We staggered in and Neferet jumped up from behind her desk and rushed to us.
'Zoey! Aphrodite! What?' But as soon as she got a good look at Aphrodite, her alarm changed to calm understanding. 'Help me bring her over here to my chair. She'll be more comfortable there.'
We led Aphrodite to Neferet's big leather chair, and let her sink into it. Then Neferet crouched beside her and took her hand.
'Aphrodite, with the Goddess's voice I beseech you to tell her Priestess what it is you see.' Neferet's voice was soft, but compelling, and I could feel the power in her command.
Aphrodite's eyelids instantly began to flicker, and she drew a deep, gasping breath. Then they opened suddenly. Her eyes looked huge and glassy.
'So much blood! There's so much blood coming out of his body!'
'Who, Aphrodite? Center yourself. Focus and clear the vision,' Neferet commanded.
Aphrodite drew another gasping breath. 'They're dead! No. No. That can't be! Not right. No. Not natural! I don't understand…I don't…' She blinked her eyes again, and her gaze seemed to clear. She looked around the room, like she didn't recognize anything. Her eyes touched me. 'You…,' she said faintly. 'You know.'
'Yeah,' I said, thinking that I sure did know that she was trying to hide her vision, but all I said was, 'I found you in the hall and—' Neferet's raised hand stopped me.
'No, she's not finished. She shouldn't be coming to so soon. The vision is still too abstract,' Neferet told me quickly, and then she lowered her voice again and assumed the compelling, commanding tone. 'Aphrodite, go back. See what it is you were meant to witness, and what you were meant to change.'
Ha! Got you now. I couldn't help being a little smug. After all, she had tried to scratch my eyes out yesterday.
'The dead…' Getting more and more difficult to understand, Aphrodite murmured something that sounded like 'Tunnels…they kill…someone there…I don't…I can't…' She was frantic, and I almost felt sorry for her. Clearly, whatever she was seeing was freaking her out. Then her searching eyes found Neferet, and I saw recognition flash through them and I started to relax. She was coming around and this whole weirdness would be cleared up. And just as I thought that, Aphrodite's eyes, which seemed to be locked on Neferet, widened unbelievably. A look of pure terror blanked her face and she screamed.
Neferet clamped her hands on Aphrodite's trembling shoulders. 'Awaken!' She spared hardly a glance over her shoulder at me to say, 'Go now, Zoey. Her vision is confused. Elliott's death has upset her. I need to be certain she is herself once more.'
I didn't need to be told twice. Heath's obsession forgotten, I got the hell outta there and headed to Spanish class.
I couldn't concentrate on school. I kept replaying the weird scene with Neferet and Aphrodite over and over in my head. She'd obviously been having a vision about people dying, but from Neferet's reaction it hadn't behaved like a normal vision (if there was such a thing). Stevie Rae had said that Aphrodite's visions were so clear that she could direct people to the right airport and even the specific plane she'd seen crashing. Yet today, all of a sudden, nothing was clear. Well, nothing but seeing me and saying weird stuff, and then screaming her brains out at Neferet. It so didn't make sense. I was almost looking forward to seeing how she'd act tonight. Almost.
I put away Persephone's curry brushes and picked up Nala, who'd been perched on top of the horse's feeder watching and making her weird me-eeh-uf-ows at me, and started slowly back to the dorm. This time Aphrodite didn't hassle me, but when I rounded the corner by the old oak Stevie Rae, Damien, and the Twins were huddled together doing a lot of talking—that suddenly shut up when I came into view. They all looked guiltily at me. It was pretty easy to guess who they'd been talking about.
'What?' I said.
'We were just waiting for you,' Stevie Rae said. Her usual perkiness was missing.
'What's wrong with you?' I asked.
'She's worried about you,' Shaunee said.
'We're worried about you,' Erin said.
'What's going on with your ex?' Damien asked.
'He's buggin', that's all. If he didn't bug, he wouldn't be my ex.' I tried to speak nonchalantly, without looking
