completely beat away the chill, and as suddenly as it had begun, the night was once again quiet and familiar.
What had just happened?
My stinging hand drew my attention from the window. I looked down. Across the back of my hand there were red welts, as though something with claws, or talons, had scraped across my flesh. I rubbed at the angry-looking marks, which stung like a curling iron burn.
Then the feeling hit me strong, hard, overwhelming—and I knew with my Goddess-given sixth sense that I shouldn't be here by myself. The coldness that had tainted the night—the ghostly something that had chased me inside and welted my hand—filled me with a terrible foreboding and for the first time in a long time, I was truly and utterly afraid. Not for my friends. Not for my grandma or my human ex-boyfriend, or even for my estranged mom. I was afraid for myself. I didn't just
Still rubbing my hand, I made my legs move and knew beyond any doubt that I would rather face the hurt and disappointment of my friends than whatever dark thing might be waiting for me in the concealing night.
I hovered for a second just outside the open doors to the busy 'dining hall' (a.k.a. school cafeteria) watching the other kids talk easily and happily together, and I was almost overwhelmed with the sudden wish that I could be just another fledging—that I didn't have any extraordinary abilities or the responsibilities that went along with those abilities. For a second I wanted to be normal so bad that it was hard for me to breathe.
Then I felt the soft brush of wind against my skin that seemed warmed by the heat of an invisible flame. I caught a whiff of the ocean, even though there is definitely no ocean near Tulsa, Oklahoma. I heard birdsong and smelled new-cut grass. And my spirit quivered with silent joy within me as it acknowledged my powerful Goddess- given gifts of an affinity for each of the five elements: air, fire, water, earth, and spirit.
I wasn't normal. I wasn't like anyone else, fledgling or vampyre, and it was wrong of me to wish otherwise. And part of my not-normal-ness was telling me that I had to go in there and try to make peace with my friends. I straightened my spine and looked around the room with eyes that were clear of self-pity, and easily found my special group sitting at our booth.
I drew a deep breath and then made my way quickly across the cafeteria, giving a little nod or small smile to the kids who said hi to me. I noticed that everyone seemed to be reacting to me with their usual mix of respect and awe, which meant that my friends hadn't been talking crap about me to the masses. It also meant that Neferet hadn't launched an all-out, open attack against me. Yet.
I grabbed a quick salad and a brown pop. Then, holding on to my tray with such abnormal tightness that it was turning my fingers white, I marched straight to our booth and took my usual seat beside Damien.
When I sat down, no one looked at me, but their easy chatter instantly died, which is something I totally hate. I mean, what's more awful than walking up to a group of your supposed-to-be friends and having them all shut up so that you knew for sure they were all talking about you? Ugh.
'Hi,' I said instead of running away or bursting into tears like I wanted to.
No one said anything.
'So, what's up?' I directed the question at Damien, knowing that my gay friend was naturally the weakest link in the don't-talk-to-Zoey chain.
Sadly, it was the Twins who answered me and not gay, and therefore more sensitive and polite, Damien.
'Not shit, right, Twin?' said Shaunee.
'That's right, Twin, not shit. 'Cause we can't be trusted to know shit,' Erin said. 'Twin, did you know we're totally untrustworthy?'
'Not until recently I didn't, Twin. You?' Shaunee said.
'Didn't know till recently either,' Erin finished.
Okay, the Twins aren't really twins. Shaunee Cole is a caramel-colored Jamaican-American who grew up on the East Coast. Erin Bates is a gorgeous blonde who was born in Tulsa. The two met after being Marked and moving to the House of Night on the same day. They clicked instantly—it's like genetics and geography never existed. They literally finish each other's sentences. And at that moment they were glaring at me with twin looks of angry suspicion.
God, they made me tired.
They also made me mad. Yes, I'd kept secrets from them. Yes, I'd lied to them. But I'd had to. Well, mostly I'd had to. And their twin holier-than-thou crap was getting on my last nerve.
'Thank you for that lovely commentary. And now I'll try asking someone who doesn't have to answer in a stereo version of hateful
Damien's a tall, really cute guy with excellent bone structure whose brown eyes were usually warm and expressive but were, at this moment, wary and more than a little cold. 'A flappy ghost thing?' he said. 'Sorry, I have no clue what you're talking about.'
My heart squeezed at the strangerlike tone of his voice, but I told myself that at least he'd answered my question. 'On the way here from the stables, something kinda attacked me. I couldn't really see anything, but it was cold and it put a big welt on my hand.' I lifted my hand to show him—and there was no welt there anymore.
Great.
Shaunee and Erin snorted together. Damien just looked really, really sad. I was opening my mouth to explain that there had been a welt there just a few minutes ago, when Jack rushed up.
'Oh, hi! I'm so sorry I'm late but when I put on my shirt I found a ginormic stain right on the front of it. Can you believe that?' Jack said as he hurried up with his tray of food and sat at his place beside Damien.
'A stain? It's not on that lovely blue long-sleeved Armani I got you for Christmas, is it?' Damien said, scooting over to make room for his boyfriend.
'Ohmigod, no! I'd never spill anything on that one. I just love it and—' His words came to a staggering halt when his eyes flitted from Damien to me. He gulped. 'Oh, uh. Hi, Zoey.'
'Hi, Jack,' I said, smiling at him. Jack and Damien are together. Hello. They're gay. My friends and I, along with anyone who's not narrow-minded and utterly judgmental, are cool with that.
'I didn't expect to see you,' Jack babbled. 'I thought you were still . . . uh . . . well . . .' He trailed off, looking uncomfortable and blushing a pretty pink.
'You thought I was still hiding in my room?' I supplied for him.
He nodded.
'No.' I said firmly, 'I'm done doing that.'
'Well, la-te-da,' Erin began, but before Shaunee could do her usual chime-in act, a blatantly sexy laugh coming from the door behind us made everyone turn and gawk.
Aphrodite twitched into the room, laughing while she batted her eyes at Darius, one of the youngest and hottest of the Sons of Erebus Warriors who protected the House of Night, and did an excellent hair flip. The girl always had been good at multitasking, but I was totally shocked at how nonchalant and utterly cool and collected she looked. Only two days ago she'd been almost dead and then utterly freaked because the sapphire-colored outline of a crescent moon—which appeared on all fledglings' foreheads, Marking them as having begun the Change that would either end in becoming a vampyre or in becoming dead—had disappeared from her face.
Which meant she had somehow turned back into a human.
CHAPTER 2
Okay, I'd thought she'd turned back into a human, but even from where I was sitting I could see that Aphrodite's Mark had returned. Her cold blue eyes swept the cafeteria as she gave the watching kids a stuck-up sneer before turning her attention back to Darius and letting her hand linger on the big warrior's chest.
'It was ever so sweet of you to walk me to the dining hall. You're right. It shouldn't have taken two days to cut my vacation short. With all the craziness going on around here, it's best to stay on campus where we can be protected. And since you say you'll be stationed at the door of our dorm, that is definitely the most safe
