“Blood thing?”

“Z, he’s your Imprinted human. His blood is super-good for you. You’re going into a dangerous situation, with confronting Kalona and Neferet and the High Council, so you might need some super-good-for-you blood.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Okay, Z. What the heck’s up?”

I blinked at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re acting like a zombie. So tell me about that ‘weird’ dream that woke you up.”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“That’s what I wanted you to think in case you and Heath wanted to do some makin’ out.”

“With you in the room? That’s just gross,” I said.

“True, but still I was tryin’ to be polite.”

“Jeesh,” I said. “Gross. I seriously wouldn’t do that.”

“And I’m seriously not gonna let you change the subject. The dream—remember? Tell me.”

I sighed. Stevie Rae was my best friend, and I really should talk about it. “It was about Kalona,” I blurted.

“He got in your dream even though you were sleepin’ with Heath?”

“No. He didn’t get in my dream,” I said truthfully, though evasively. “It was more like a vision than a dream.”

“A vision of what?”

“His past. Way back. Before he fell.”

“Fell? From where?”

I drew a deep breath and told her the truth. “From Nyx’s side. He used to be her Warrior.”

“Ohmygoodness!” She sat down on her bed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes… No… I don’t know! It seemed real, but I don’t know for sure. I don’t know how I can ever know for sure.” Then my breath caught. “Oh, no.”

“What?”

“In the memory I had of A-ya, she said something about Kalona not being meant to walk this world.” I gulped and clasped my hands together to stop them from shaking. “And she called him her Warrior.”

“Uh-oh. You mean like she knew he’d been Nyx’s Warrior before he fell?”

“Oh, Goddess, I don’t know.” But I did. In my heart I knew A-ya had been trying to comfort Kalona with familiarity. He’d been a warrior once; he would want to be a warrior again.

“Maybe you should talk to Lenobia about—” Stevie Rae began.

“No! Stevie Rae, promise me you won’t tell anyone. They already know I’ve had a memory of A-ya being with Kalona. Add that to Aphrodite’s visions, it would just freak them out and make everyone think I’m going to suddenly lose my mind and be with him again—and that’s just not going to happen.” I said it like I meant it, and I did. I didn’t care that it made my stomach feel sick. I couldn’t be with Kalona. Like I’d told him, it was impossible.

But I didn’t have to worry about Stevie Rae telling on me. She was nodding her head and looking at me with eyes filled with understanding. “You want to figure him out for yourself, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Sounds stupid, doesn’t it?”

“No,” she said firmly. “Sometimes things just aren’t anyone else’s business. And some things that seem totally impossible end up being different than we’d ever expected.”

“You really think so?”

“I hope so,” she said earnestly. It seemed Stevie Rae wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the knock on the door and Aphrodite’s “Would you guys hurry the hell up? Everyone’s already eating and we have a jet to catch.”

“We’re ready,” Stevie Rae yelled, and then tossed my book bag to me. “I think you should follow what your gut is tellin’ you, just like Nyx has always said. Sure, you’ve messed up in the past. So have I. But both of us have chosen to be squarely on the side of our Goddess, and that’s what counts in the end.”

I nodded, suddenly finding it hard to speak.

Stevie Rae hugged me. “You’ll do the right thing. I know you will,” she said.

My laugh sounded more like a sob, and I said, “Yeah, but after how many mess-ups?”

She smiled at me. “Life’s about messing up. And I’m startin’ to think it wouldn’t be as exciting if we were perfect.”

“I could do with a little boring right now,” I said.

We were laughing when we walked out in the hall and joined an annoyed Aphrodite. I noticed her “book bag” was a Betsey Johnson carry-on, and that it was so full it was bulging at its fashionable seams.

“I think that’s cheating,” I said, pointing at her bag.

“It’s not cheating. It’s improvising.”

“Cute bag,” Stevie Rae said. “I heart me some Betsey Johnson.”

“You are way too country for Betsey,” Aphrodite said.

“Am not,” Stevie Rae said.

“Am too,” Aphrodite said, and countered with “Bumpkin exhibit A—those horrid jeans. Ropers? Seriously? I have two words for you: Up. Date.”

“Oh, no. You did not just talk about my Ropers…”

I let the two of them bicker as I followed them to the cafeteria. Actually, I hardly heard them. My mind was miles away on a rooft op in the middle of a dream.

The cafeteria was busy, but, bizarrely, too quiet as Aphrodite, Stevie Rae, and I joined the Twins, Jack, and Damien, who were already wolfing down bacon and eggs. As I expected, I was drawing a lot of kill you dead looks, especially from the booths filled with girls.

“Ignore them. They’re haters,” Aphrodite said.

“It’s so weird that Kalona’s still messin’ with their heads,” Stevie Rae said as we filled our plates and kept throwing glances over our shoulders at the mostly silent and sullen room.

“It’s their choice, too.” My mouth blurted before I could stop it.

“What do ya mean?” Stevie Rae asked.

I gulped some eggs and said, “I mean the kids,”—I paused and waved my fork at the rest of the room for emphasis—“the ones who are giving us the stank eye and being so insanely horrid, are choosing to be that way. Yeah, Kalona started it, but they’re choosing their own paths.”

Stevie Rae’s voice was soft with understanding, but no less insistent. “That could be true, Z, but you have to remember it’s happened because of Kalona—well, him along with Neferet.”

“What’s true is that Kalona is bad shit, and Zoey has to deal with him once and for all,” Aphrodite said.

My eggs suddenly looked less tasty.

We were all squished around the booth, eating and trying to pretend like people weren’t killing us with their eyes, when Stark joined us. He looked tired, and when his gaze met mine, I recognized the sadness in his eyes. I’d seen it mirrored in Kalona’s eyes as he spoke of Nyx. Stark believes he’s failed me.

I smiled at him, wanting to wipe the worry from his face. “Hi,” I said softly.

“Hi,” he said.

Then we realized our table, as well as the entire room, was watching and listening to us. Stark cleared his throat, pulled up a chair, lowered his voice, and said, “Darius and Lenobia are already at the airport. I’m driving you guys in the Hummer.” He glanced around, and I saw some of the tightness in his face relax. “So, I’m guessing you sent Heath home?”

“To get his passport,” Stevie Rae proclaimed.

That, of course, caused a mini-uproar at our table. I sighed and waited for the storm to subside. When everyone finally shut up, I said, “Yes, Heath’s coming with us. The end.”

Aphrodite raised one blond brow. “Well, I suppose it does make sense to bring the bloodmobile with you. Even Arrow Boy over there with the mean face has to agree with that.”

“I said ‘the end’ because I’m not going to talk about it. And don’t call Heath a bloodmobile.”

“It’s really not polite,” Stevie Rae said.

“Bite me,” Aphrodite said, clearly without thinking, because the Twins automatically started to giggle.

“Stevie Rae isn’t going with us,” I broke into the Twins’ hilarity. “So that means when we circle, Aphrodite will be representing spirit.”

That shut the Twins up. Everyone stared at Stevie Rae.

“They might not be able to be saved,” Damien said solemnly.

“I know, but I’m going to give it another try.”

“Hey, do me a favor, will ya?” Aphrodite said. “Would you please not get killed? Again. I’m sure that would be annoyingly uncomfortable for me.”