Hunted

your biggest problem is boy drama.” She hesitated and then added, “I hope you’re not still thinking about Stark.”

I shrugged and took a massive bite of spaghetti.

“Look, I did some asking around, and the boy is wrong. Period, the end. Just forget about him.”

I swallowed, chewed some more, and swallowed again. Aphrodite was still studying me.

“The poem might not have even been about him,” she said.

“I know,” I said.

“Do you? And, look, you need to focus on getting us the hell out of here, and getting rid of Kalona—or at least chasing him away from here. Figure that out now. Worry about Stark and Erik and Heath and even Stevie Rae later.”

“Yes, I know,” I said. “I’ll think about them all later.”

“Yeah, right. I still remember how you were the night Stark died. He got to you. But you have to remember the Stark that’s strutting around here, acting like he’s all that, and basically using girls and throwing them aside after he fucks with their minds even more than their bodies, is not the guy who died in your arms.”

“What if he is that guy, but he just needs to Change like Stevie Rae did?”

“Well, I can promise you I’m not giving up another piece of my humanity to save his ass. Shit, Zoey, Erik’s a better bet than Stark! Are you hearing me?”

“I’m hearing you.” I drew a deep breath. “Okay, I’m going to forget all guys right now and focus on getting us gone, and then getting Kalona gone, too.”

“Good. You can deal with boy issues later.”

“Okay,” I said.

“And you can deal with BFF issues later.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay,” she said.

We went back to eating. I’d meant what I’d said. I was going to deal with all my personal issues. Later. Really. Or at least that’s what I told myself…

CHAPTER 27

I was thinking that drama class wouldn’t be a big deal. One of the pod professors would probably substitute for Erik, who had taken over temporarily for Professor Nolan after she’d been killed. I sat in the desk behind Becca, feeling weirdly déjà vu-ish, and half expecting to see Erik’s pissed-off face calling me up in front of the class to try to seduce or humiliate me.

“Oh! My! God! He was not with me! Even though I sooooo wish he had been!”

Becca’s annoying exclamation marks snagged my attention from being disgruntled at Erik. She was talking in little gaspy starts and stops to the girl across the row from her who I recognized as a fifth-former named Cassie. I kinda knew her because she’d placed twenty-fifth in the National Shakespeare Monologue Contest Erik had won, and all the drama kids tended to hang out with each other. Today, though, she wasn’t acting like a Shakespearean heroine. She was acting like a pain-in-the-butt giggly girl.

“Well, he wasn’t with me, either. But I can tell you, since he bit me I’ve been dying to do a little biting and sucking of my own on him,” Cassie said, and then dissolved into giggles. Again.

“Who are you guys talking about?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I already knew.

“Stark, of course. He’s only the hottest guy at the House of Night. Well, if you don’t count Kalona,” Becca said.

“CFF—both of them,” Cassie said.

“CFF?” I asked.

“Completely freaking fine,” Becca said.

I realized afterwards that I should have kept my mouth shut. I mean, I was attempting to converse with what amounted to brainwashed pod people, but I couldn’t stay out of it, and yes, I knew that some of my pissed- off-ness came from a totally inappropriate feeling of jealousy.

“Uh, excuse me, Becca,” I said, heavy on the sarcasm. “But didn’t Darius and I recently save your butt from getting raped and bit by oooh! the hottest guy at the House of Night? Then you were snotting and whimpering.”

Shocked at my outburst, Becca opened, shut, and opened her mouth again, reminding me of a fish.

“You’re just jealous.” Cassie didn’t look or sound shocked; she looked like a hateful bitch. “Erik’s gone. Loren Blake’s dead. So now you don’t have the two hottest guys at school on your little leash.”

I felt my face flush. Had Neferet told everyone about Loren and me? I didn’t know what to say, but Becca didn’t give me a chance to speak anyway.

“Yeah, just because you’re all high and mighty with the elements doesn’t mean you can have any guy you want.” Becca was giving me the same hateful glare she’d given Damien and the Twins when they’d tried to talk sense into her last night. “The rest of us can actually have a chance once in a while, too.”

I clamped down on my urge to shriek at her and tried reason instead. “Becca, you’re not thinking clearly. Last night, when Darius and I broke it up between you and Stark, he was forcing you to let him suck your blood, and he was also on the verge of raping you.” I hated saying it. I especially hated knowing it was true.

“I don’t remember it that way,” Becca said. “I remember liking the sucking, and I would have liked the rest of what goes along with Stark sucking a girl’s blood. You busted up something good that was none of your business.”

“You remember it like that because Stark messed with your mind.”

Becca and Cassie laughed, causing lots of heads to turn in our direction.

“The next thing you’re going to say is that Kalona is messing with our minds, too, and that’s why we think he’s so damn hot,” Cassie said.

“Are you actually saying you two can’t tell that things have been different around here since Kalona broke out of the ground?”

“Yeah. So? He’s consort to Nyx’s Incarnate. His presence is bound to make things different,” Cassie said.

“And of course he came out of the ground. Earth is one of Nyx’s elements. Like you don’t know that?” Becca said, rolling her eyes at Cassie.

I’d just opened my mouth to try to explain to them that he’d escaped the earth, not been born through it, when the door to the classroom opened and Kalona strode in.

There was a cumulative sigh from every female except me. And, to be completely honest, I’d wanted to sigh and had to clamp my jaws together to stop myself. He was just so utterly gorgeous. Today he was wearing black slacks and a short-sleeved, button-up shirt that was untucked, unbuttoned, and hanging open enough that whenever he moved I could see the flawless bronze of his chest and his yummy six-pack. Someone had slit the back of the shirt, because his magnificent black wings protruded through and then tucked neatly against his broad back. His long dark hair was loose on his shoulders, making him look, despite his modern clothes, like an ancient god.

I wanted to ask Becca or Cassie how old he looked to them, because to me he again seemed only eighteen or nineteen, in the prime of his youth and strength, and not too ancient and mysterious to be out of my reach.

No! Listen to yourself! The next thing you know you’ll be sounding as empty-headed as Becca and Cassie and the rest of them. Think! He’s your enemy. Don’t forget that. Forcing myself to look beyond his physical beauty and the hypnotic allure he radiated, I realized he’d been talking while I’d been yelling at myself.

“That said, I thought I would help direct this class, since it seems you are so very hard on your instructors.”

The class’s appreciative laughter was warm and welcoming.