His touch made me tremble and his words made my heart speed up and my head dizzy. 'Did you write that?' I whispered as he kissed my neck.
'No, Shelley did. Hard to believe he wasn't a vampyre, isn't it?'
'Uh-huh,' I said, not really listening.
Loren chuckled and hugged me. 'I'll come to you tomorrow. I promise.'
We walked out together, but separated soon as he headed in the direction of the boys' dorm and I walked slowly toward my own dorm. There weren't many fledglings or vamps around, and I was glad. I didn't want to run into anyone just then. It was a dark, cloudy night and the old-time gaslights hardly touched the darkness around me. I didn't mind, though. I wanted to be covered in night. It somehow soothed the rawness in my nerves that being physically separated from Loren caused.
I wasn't a virgin anymore.
The fact hit me with a weird zing. Things had happened so fast I hadn't really had time to think about it, but I'd
I'd just turned up the sidewalk that went to the front of my dorm, and was readying myself for what I was going to say to my friends, who were probably hanging out watching movies or whatnot. I couldn't tell them about Loren and me, of course, but I did need to make up a story about breaking up with Erik. Or maybe I didn't. Loren was going to talk to him, so Erik probably wouldn't say much of anything to anyone. I could just say we had to break up because of his Change, and leave it at that. No one would be surprised that I'd be too upset to talk about it. Yeah, that's what I'd do.
Suddenly one of the shadows under a good-smelling cedar tree shifted and then stepped in front of me.
'Why, Zoey?' Erik said.
CHAPTER 24
My body felt frozen as I looked up at Erik. His Mark was still a surprise. It was unique and incredible and made him look even more handsome.
'Why, Zoey?' He repeated when I just stood there staring at him like a speechless moron.
'I'm so sorry Erik!' I managed to blurt. 'I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't want you to find out like that.'
'Yeah,' he said coldly. 'Finding out my girlfriend, who has been playing oh-so-innocent with me, is really a slut would have been no problem if you'd, I don't know, advertised it in the school paper. Yeah, that would have been way better.'
I flinched at his hateful tone. 'I'm not a slut.'
'Looked like you were doing a good imitation of one. And I knew it!' he yelled. 'I knew there was something going on between you two! But I was so damn stupid I believed you when you said it wasn't true.' His laugh was completely humorless. 'God, I'm an idiot.'
'Erik, we didn't mean for this to happen, but Loren and I are in love. We tried to stay away from each other, but we just couldn't.'
'You have got to be kidding! You actually believe that asshole loves you?'
'He does love me.'
Erik shook his head and laughed humorlessly again. 'If you believe that, then you're stupider than I am. He's using you, Zoey. There's only one thing a guy like him wants from a girl like you, and he got it. When he's had enough of it, he'll dump you and move on.'
'That's not true,' I said.
He kept talking as if I hadn't spoken. 'Damn, I'm glad I'm out of here tomorrow, even though I would like to be here to say told-you-so when Blake dumps you.'
'You don't know what you're talking about, Erik.'
'You know, you might be right,' he said in a cold, hard voice that made him sound like a stranger. 'I sure as hell didn't know what I was talking about the whole time I was saying you and I were going out, and the whole time I was telling everyone how great you are and how happy I was that you were with me. I actually thought I was falling in love with you.'
My stomach twisted. I felt like his words were stabbing me in the heart. 'I thought I was falling in love with you, too,' I said softly, blinking my eyes hard to keep from crying.
'Bullshit!' he yelled. He sounded mean even though I could see tears filling his eyes. 'Stop playing games with me. And you think Aphrodite is a hateful bitch? You make her look like a fucking angel!'
He started to back away from me. 'Erik, wait. I don't want it to end like this between us,' I said, feeling tears spill over and fall down my cheeks.
'Stop crying! This is what you wanted. This is what you and Blake planned.'
'No! I didn't plan this!'
Erik shook his head back and forth, blinking hard. 'Leave me alone. It's over. I never want to see you again.' Then he practically ran away from me.
My chest felt tight and hot and I couldn't seem to stop crying. My feet started moving, carrying me to the only place I could go—to the only person I wanted to see. Somehow on the way to the poet's loft I got myself together. Okay, not really together, but at least I looked normal enough to keep anyone who walked by me (like two vamp warriors and a couple of fledglings) from stopping me and asking what was wrong. I'd managed to quit crying. I'd run my fingers through my hair and pulled it forward over my shoulders so that it partially covered my blotchy face.
I didn't hesitate when I came to the building that held the on-campus faculty quarters. I just took a big, deep breath and prayed silently that no one would see me.
As soon as I was inside I realized that I shouldn't have worried so much about being seen. It wasn't set up like a dorm. There was no big meeting room as you walked in where vamps hung out and watched TV like fledglings. It was just a big, stone-floored hallway that had closed doors leading off of it. The stairs were on my right and I hurried up them. I knew Loren might not be back at his room yet. He might still be looking for Erik. But that was okay. I'd curl up in his bed and wait for him. At least that way I would kinda be close to him again. My body felt stiff and unfamiliar as I walked out of the stairwell on the top floor and headed to the one large wooden door not far away from me.
As I approached it I could see that the door was cracked and I heard Loren's voice trickle out from inside. He was laughing. The sound brushed against my skin, washing through the pain and sadness the scene with Erik had caused. I'd been right to come to him. I could already almost feel his arms around me. Loren would hold me and call me 'love' and 'baby' and tell me that everything would be all right. His touch would wipe away Erik's hurt and the terrible things he'd said and make me stop feeling so broken. I put my hand flat against the door so that I could push it all the way open and go in to him.
Then she laughed, low and musical and seductive, and my world stopped.
It was Neferet. She was in there with Loren. There was no mistaking that sound—that beautiful, alluring laughter. Neferet's voice was as distinctive as Loren's. When the laughter stopped, her words came to me, sliding through the crack between door and frame like a poisonous mist.
'You've done well, my darling. Now I know what she knows, and everything is coming together perfectly. It will be a simple thing to continue to isolate her. I just hope the part you have to play isn't too unpleasant for you.' Neferet's voice was teasing, but there was an edge of hardness to it.
'She's easy to lead around. A shiny present here, a pretty compliment there, and you have true love and a
