"Zoey! I've been so worried about you! Tell me everything." Curled up in bed with a book, Stevie Rae was obviously waiting up for me. She was wearing her pajamas that had cowboy hats all over the drawstring cotton pants, and her short hair was sticking out on one side as if she'd fallen asleep on it. I swear she looked about twelve years old.
"Well," I said brightly. "Looks like we have a pet." I turned so that Stevie Rae could see Nala squished against my hip. "Here, help me before I drop something. If it's the cat she'll probably never stop complaining."
"She's adorable!" Stevie Rae leaped up and rushed over to try to take Nala from me, but the cat clung to me as though someone would kill her if she let go, so Stevie Rae took my food instead and set it on my bedside table.
"Hey, that dress is amazing."
"Yeah, I changed before the ritual." Which reminded me that I was going to have to give it back to Aphrodite. Fine. I was not keeping the "gift," even though Erik had said I should. Anyway, returning it seemed like a good time to "thank" her for "forgetting" to clue me in about the blood. Hag bitch.
"So…how was it?"
I sat on my bed and gave Nala a pretzel, which she promptly started batting around (at least she'd stopped complaining), then I took a big bite of sandwich. Yes, I was hungry, but I was also buying time. I didn't know what I should tell Stevie Rae, and what I shouldn't. The blood thing was just so confusing—and so gross. Would she think I was awful? Would she be scared of me?
I swallowed and decided to steer the conversation to a safer topic. "Erik Night walked me home."
"Get out!" She bobbed up and down on the bed like a country jack-in-the-box. "Tell me everything."
"He kissed me," I said, crinkling my eyebrows at her.
"You have got to be kidding! Where? How? Was it good?"
"He kissed my hand." I decided quickly to lie. I didn't want to explain the whole wrist/pulse/blood/bite thing. "It was when he said good night. We were right in front of the dorm. And, yes, it was good." I grinned at her around another mouthful of sandwich.
"I'll bet Aphrodite shit puppies when you left the rec hall with him."
"Well, actually, I left before him and he caught up with me. I'd, uh, gone for a walk along the wall, which is where I found Nala," I scratched the cat's head. She curled up next to me, closed her eyes, and started purring. "Actually, I think she found me. Anyway, I had climbed up on the wall because I thought she needed rescuing, and then—and you will not believe this—I saw something that looked like Elizabeth's ghost, and then my almost-ex-boyfriend from SIHS, Heath, and my ex–best friend showed up."
"What? Who? Slow down. Start with Elizabeth's ghost."
I shook my head and chewed. Through bites of sandwich I explained. "It was really creepy and really weird. I was sitting up there on the wall petting Nala, and something caught my attention. I looked down and there was this girl standing not too far away from me. She looked up at me, with red glowing eyes, and I swear it was Elizabeth."
"No way! Were you totally freaked?"
"Totally. The second she saw me she gave this horrible shriek and then ran off."
"I would have been scared shitless."
"I was, only I hardly had time to think about it when Heath and Kayla showed up."
"What do you mean? How could they be here?"
"No, not here, they were outside the wall. They must have heard me trying to settle Nala down after she completely freaked at Elizabeth's ghost, because they came running up."
"Nala saw her, too?"
I nodded.
Stevie Rae shivered. "Then she must have really been there."
"Are you sure she's dead?" My voice was almost a whisper. "There couldn't have been some mistake made and she's still alive but wandering around the school?" It sounded ridiculous, but not much more ridiculous than me seeing an actual ghost.
Stevie Rae swallowed hard. "She's dead. I saw her die. Everyone in class did."
She looked like she was going to cry and the whole subject was creeping me out, so I shifted to a less scary topic. "Well, I could be wrong. Maybe it was just some kid with weird eyes who looked like her. It was dark, and then Heath and Kayla were suddenly there."
"What was that all about?"
"Heath said they came to 'bust me out'," I rolled my eyes. "Can you imagine?"
"Are they stupid?"
"Apparently. Oh, and then Kayla, my ex-best friend, made it obvious that she's after Heath!"
Stevie Rae gasped. "Slut!"
"No kidding. Anyway, I told them to leave and not come back, and then I got upset, which is when Erik found me."
"Aww! Was he sweet and romantic?"
"Yeah, he was, kinda. And he called me Z."
"O000h, a nickname is a seriously good sign."
"That's what I thought."
"So then he walked you back to the dorm?"
"Yeah, he said that he'd take me to get something to eat, but the only thing that was still open was the rec hall, and I didn't want to go back there." Ah, crap. I knew right away that I shouldn't have said that much.
"Were the Dark Daughters awful?"
I looked at Stevie Rae with her big deer-like eyes, and knew I couldn't tell her about drinking blood. Not yet. "Well, you know how Neferet was sexy and beautiful and classy?"
Stevie Rae nodded.
"Aphrodite did basically what Neferet did, but she looked like a ho."
"I've always thought that she was really nasty," Stevie Rae said, shaking her head in disgust.
"Tell me about it." I looked at Stevie Rae and blurted, "Yesterday, right before Neferet took me here to the dorm I saw Aphrodite trying to give Erik a blow job."
"No way! Jeesh, she's disgusting. Wait, you said she was trying to do it. What's up with that?"
"He was telling her no and pushing her away. He said he didn't want her anymore."
Stevie Rae giggled. "I'll bet that made her lose what little of her mind she has left."
I remembered how she'd been all over him, even when he was clearly telling her no. "Actually, I would have felt sorry for her if she hadn't been so…so…" I struggled to put it into words.
"Hag from hell–like?" Stevie Rae offered helpfully.
"Yeah, I guess that's it. She has this attitude, like it's her right to be as mean and nasty as she wants to be, and we should all just bow down and accept her."
Stevie Rae nodded. "That's how her friends are, too."
"Yeah, I met the awful triplets."
"You mean Warlike, Terrible, and Wasp?"
"Exactly. What were they thinking when they took those horrid names?" I said, popping pretzels in my mouth.
"They were thinking exactly what that entire group of hers thinks—that they are better than everyone else and untouchable because nasty Aphrodite is going to be the next High Priestess."