who else knows besides you and me?'
'No one.' The lie was so automatic it shocked me.
'What about Aphrodite? You said you're using her garage apartment to hide Stevie Rae, right?'
'Aphrodite doesn't know. I heard her talking to some kids about her parents being gone for the rest of the winter. She was saying that they should use the garage apartment to party, but, well, everyone's pretty pissed at Aphrodite, so no one took her up on it. That's how I knew the apartment was empty, so I snuck Stevie Rae up there.' I hadn't consciously meant not to tell him about Aphrodite, but it seemed my mouth had already made that decision for me. I mentally crossed my fingers, hoping that he couldn't tell I was lying.
'Okay, that's probably for the best. Zoey, you said Stevie Rae's not herself, and can't communicate very well. How do you talk to her?'
'Well, she can talk, but she's confused and … and …' I floundered around trying to figure out how to explain it without giving more away than I should, 'and sometimes more animal-like than human,' I said inanely. 'I just saw her earlier tonight before Neferet's ritual'
I could feel him nod. 'That's where you were coming from.'
'Yeah.' I decided not to mention Heath. Just thinking about him made me feel guilty. Our Imprint was gone, but instead of being relieved I was weirdly hollow.
'But how do you know she's still at Aphrodite's apartment and okay right now?'
Distracted, I said, 'Huh? Oh, I gave her a cell phone. I can call or text her. I just checked in with her a little while ago.' I motioned to my cell phone, which had fallen out of the pocket of my dress and was lying beside it on the floor next to our pallet. Then I shook Heath from my mind and focused on my more immediate problem. 'I might need to ask for your help.'
'Ask me anything,' he said, gently brushing my hair back out of my face.
'I'm going to need to either get Stevie Rae in here to the school, or get the gang and me out there to her.'
'The gang?'
'You know, Damien and the Twins and Aphrodite, so we can cast a circle. I have a feeling I'll need the added strength they bring to their elements to help Stevie Rae.'
'But you said they don't know about Stevie Rae,' he said.
'They don't. I'll have to tell them, but I'm going to wait till right before I try the fixing of Stevie Rae thingie.' God, what a moronic thing to call it. I sighed and shook my head. 'I'm definitely not looking forward to telling them, though,' I said miserably, meaning the Stevie Rae thingie
'So are you and Aphrodite really friends?'
Loren asked the question in an off-hand way, with a smile and a tug on one long strand of my hair, but like with Heath, our Imprint linked us and I could feel the tension hidden inside him. He cared a lot more about my answer than he was letting on. That worried me, and not just because my gut was cramping up again and warning me to keep my mouth shut.
So I tried to match his 'whatever' tone. 'Nah, Aphrodite is awful. It's just that for some reason—totally
'Good. From what I've heard Aphrodite has some major problems. You shouldn't trust her.'
'I don't.' And as I said it I realized that I actually did trust Aphrodite. Maybe even more than I trusted Loren, who I'd just lost my virginity to and with whom I'd just Imprinted. Great. Just my luck.
'Hey, relax. I can tell talking about this has upset you.' Loren caressed my cheek and I automatically leaned into his hand. Whenever he touched me it just felt so amazing. 'I'm here now. We'll figure this out. Take it one step at a time.'
I wanted to remind him that Stevie Rae really didn't have much time, but his lips were on mine again and all I could think about was how good he felt against my body… that I could feel his pulse speeding up … that my heart was beating in time with his. Our kisses deepened and his hands moved down my body. I rocked against him, thinking about heat and blood and nothing but Loren … Loren … Loren—
A weird choking noise broke through the haze of heat that was engulfing me. Dreamily, I turned my head as Loren trailed kisses down my naked throat, and a jolt of horror shocked through my body.
Erik was standing in the doorway with a look of utter disbelief on his newly Marked face.
'Erik, I—' I lunged forward, grabbing at my dress and trying to cover myself with it. As it turned out, I didn't need to worry about Erik seeing me naked. With one quick motion, Loren moved me behind him, shielding me with his body.
'You're interrupting.' Loren's beautiful voice was dark with barely suppressed violence. The power in it pressed against my bare skin, making me gasp with surprise.
'Yeah, I can see that,' Erik said. Without another word he turned and walked out.
'Ohmygod! Ohmygod! I can't believe that just happened!' I put my burning face in my hands.
Loren's arms were back around me and his voice was as soothing as his touch. 'Baby, it's okay. He's was going to have to know about us some time anyway.'
'But not like this,' I cried. 'Erik finding out like this is too awful for words.' I lifted my face to look at him. 'And now everyone will know. That can't be okay, Loren! You're a teacher and I'm a fledgling. Aren't there rules against that? Not to mention that we've Imprinted.' Then another terrible thought hit me and I started to shake. What if I was kicked out of the Dark Daughters for being with Loren?
'Zoey, love, listen to me.' Loren put his hands on my shoulders and shook me gently. 'Erik won't say anything to anyone.'
'Yeah, he will! You saw the look on his face. No way is he going to keep a secret for me.' No way was he going to do anything for me, ever again.
'He'll keep his mouth shut because I'll tell him to keep it shut.'
Loren's concerned expression had shifted, and suddenly he looked as dangerous as he had sounded when he'd told Erik he was interrupting us. I felt a prickle of fear, and I began to wonder if there might be more to Loren than what he was showing me.
'Don't hurt him,' I whispered, ignoring the tears that washed my cheeks.
'Ah, baby, don't worry. I won't hurt him. I'll just have a little talk with him.' He took me into his arms, and even though my body, my heartbeat, the very essence within me wanted to be close to him, I forced myself to pull away. 'I have to go,' I said.
'Yeah, okay. I should go, too.'
As he handed me my clothes and we dressed, I told myself that he was only hurrying away from me because he needed to find Erik, but thinking about being separated from Loren made my stomach feel like a pit with nasty black stuff boiling around in it. The cut over my breast where he'd tasted my blood stung. And besides that, my body was sore in private places it'd never, ever been sore before. I glanced at the wall of mirrors. My eyes were puffy and red. My face was blotchy and my nose was pink. My hair was a nappy mess. I looked like hell, which wasn't surprising, because I felt like hell.
Loren took my hand and we walked through the empty rec hall. At the door he kissed me again before opening it.
'You look tired,' he said.
'I am.' I glanced at the rec hall clock, shocked to see that it was only two thirty in the morning. It seemed like several nights had passed in the space of just a couple hours.
'Go to bed, love,' he said. 'We'll be together again tomorrow.'
'How? When?'
He smiled and caressed my cheek, tracing the path of my tattoo. 'Don't worry. We won't be apart long. I'll come to you after both of us get some sleep.' His touch was warm against my skin. Of its own will, my body leaned toward him as his fingers traced their way intimately down the curve of my neck while he recited:
