Betrayed

'I'd like you to have dinner with me tonight.'

'Oh, sure. Of course. No problem; I'd like that.' I realized I was babbling, but there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. I hoped it would eventually stop. Kinda like how you can't have diarrhea forever—it eventually has to stop.

'Good.' She smiled at my four friends. 'I need to borrow Zoey, but I will return her soon.'

The four of them gave her hero-worshiping grins and quick assurances that they were cool with whatever.

I know it's ridiculous, but their easy release of me made me feel abandoned and insecure. But that's stupid. Neferet is my mentor, and High Priestess of Nyx. She's one of the good guys.

So why was my stomach clenching as I followed her out of the dining hall?

I glanced over my shoulder at my group. They were already talking away. Damien was holding up his chopsticks, obviously giving the Twins another lesson in how to maneuver them. Stevie Rae was demonstrating for him. I felt eyes on me and looked from them to the wall of glass that separated the dining area and the courtyard. Sitting alone in the night, Aphrodite was watching me with an expression that might almost be pity.

CHAPTER 7

The vamps' dining hall wasn't a cafeteria. It was a very cool room that was directly above the students' dining hall. It, too, had a wall of arched windows. Wrought-iron tables and chairs were set up on the balcony that overlooked the courtyard below. The rest of the room was tastefully and expensively decorated with a variety of different size tables and even a few booths made of dark cherry-wood. There were no trays here and no serve- yourself buffets. Linens, china, and crystal were set tastefully on the tables, and long, thin white tapers burned happily in crystal holders. There were a few professors eating in quiet couples or small groups. They nodded at Neferet respectfully and smiled quick welcomes to me before going back to their meals.

I tried to gawk at what they were eating without being too obvious, but all I saw was the same Vietnamese salad we'd been eating downstairs, and some fancy-looking spring rolls. There wasn't one sign of raw meat or anything that resembled blood (well, except for the red wine). And, of course, I really didn't need to bother about gawking. If they'd been feasting on bloody what­ever I would have smelled it. I was intimately familiar with the delicious scent of blood ...

'Would the cool night bother you if we sat outside on the bal­cony?' Neferet asked.

'No, I don't think so. I don't feel the cold like I used to.' I smiled brightly at her, reminding myself severely that she's an in­tuitive and she was probably 'hearing' pieces of the stupid stuff cascading through my mind.

'Good, I prefer dining on the balcony in all seasons.' She led me through the doors to a table already set for two. A server mag­ically appeared—obviously a vampyre by her filled-in Mark and the series of slim tattoos that framed her heart-shaped face, but she looked really young. 'Yes, bring me the Bun Cha Gio and a pitcher of the same red wine I had last night.' She paused, and then with a secret smile to me added, 'And please bring Zoey a glass of any brown pop we have, so long as it isn't diet.'

'Thank you,' I told her.

'Just try not to drink too much of that stuff. It's really not good for you.' She winked at me, making her admonishment a little joke.

I grinned at her, happy that she remembered what I like, and I started to feel more relaxed. This was Neferet—our High Priest­ess. She was my mentor and my friend and in the month I'd been here she'd never been anything but kind to me. Yes, she'd sounded scary as hell when I overheard her with Aphrodite, but Neferet was a powerful Priestess, and as Stevie Rae kept reminding me, Aphrodite was a selfish bully who deserved to be in trouble. Hell! She'd probably been gossiping about me.

'Feeling better?' Neferet said.

I met her eyes. She was studying me carefully.

'Yeah, I am.'

'When I heard about the missing human teenager I began to worry about you. This Chris Ford was a friend of yours, wasn't he?'

Nothing she said should surprise me. Neferet was incredibly smart and gifted by the Goddess. Add to that the weird sixth sense all the vamps had, and more than likely she knew literally everything (or at least everything important). It had probably been easy-peasy for her to know that I'd had my own intuitive feeling about Chris's disappearance.

'Well, he wasn't really a friend of mine. We've been at some of the same parties, but I don't really like to party, so I didn't know him that well.'

'But something about his disappearance has upset you.'

I nodded. 'It's just a feeling I have. It's silly. He probably had a fight with his parents and his dad grounded him or something like that, so he took off. More than likely he's already home.'

'If you really believed that you wouldn't still feel so worried.' Neferet waited until the server finished giving us our drinks and food before she said more. 'Humans believe that adult vampyres are all psychic. The truth is that though many of us do have a gift for precognition or clairvoyance, the vast majority of our people have simply learned to listen to their intuition—which is some­thing most humans have been frightened out of doing.' Her tone was much like it was in her classroom, and I listened to her ea­gerly while we ate. 'Think about it, Zoey. You're a good student—I'm sure you remember from your history classes what has historically happened to humans, especially female humans, when they pay too much attention to their intuition and begin 'hearing voices in their head' or even foreseeing the future.'

'They were usually thought of as in league with the devil, or whatnot, depending on what time it was in history. Bottom line was they caught hell for it.' Then I blushed because I'd said the H word in front of a teacher, but she didn't seem to care, she was just nodding in agreement with me.

'Yes, exactly. They even attacked holy people, like their Joan of Arc. So you see that humans have learned to silence their in­stincts. Vampyres, on the other hand, have learned to listen and listen well to them. In the past, when humans attempted to hunt and destroy our kind, it was all that saved many of our foremothers and forefathers' lives.'

I shivered, not liking to think about how tough it must have been to be a vampyre a hundred or so years ago.

'Oh, you don't need to worry, Zoeybird.' Neferet smiled. Hearing my grandma's nickname for me made me smile, too. 'The Burning Times will never come again. We may not be revered as we were in ancient days, but never again will humans be able to hunt and destroy us.' For a moment her green eyes flashed dangerously. I took a big drink of my brown pop, not wanting to meet those scary eyes. When she continued, she sounded like her­self again—all hint of danger was gone from her voice and she was just my mentor and friend. 'So, what all this means is that I want you to be sure that you listen to your instincts. If you get bad feelings about a situation or about someone, pay attention to it. And, of course, if you need to talk with me, you may come to me at any time.'

'Thanks, Neferet, that means a lot to me.'

She waved away my thanks. 'That's what it means to be a men­tor and a High Priestess—two roles I fully expect you to take on someday.'

When she talked about my future and me being a High Priest­ess, I always got a funny feeling. It was made up partially of hope and excitement, and partially of abject fear.

'Actually, I was surprised that you didn't come see me today after you finished in the library. Did you not decide on a new di­rection for the Dark Daughters?'

'Oh, uh, yeah. I did.' I forced myself not to think about the library and my encounter with Loren, and the east wall and my encounter with Loren … No way did I want Neferet and her in­tuition picking up anything about ... well ... him.

'I sense your hesitation, Zoey. Would you rather not share what you've decided with me?'

'Oh, no! I mean, yes. Actually, I did come by your room, but you were ...' I looked up quickly, remembering the scene I'd overheard. Her eyes seemed to see into my soul. I swallowed hard. 'You were busy with Aphrodite. So I left.'