Betrayed

was trickling down his cheek. "We passed a couple other tunnels. I'm sure they'll be able to find their way out eventually.”
    "It's okay, Zo." Heath kept his arms wrapped around me, but he pulled back enough so that he could look into my eyes. "I know what you need. I can feel it. If you feed from me you won't be so weak." He smiled, and his blue eyes darkened. "It's okay," he repeated. "I want you to.”
    "Heath, you've been through way too much. Who knows how much blood you've already lost? My drinking more of it isn't a good idea." I was saying no, but my voice trembled with desire.
    "Are you kidding? A big, studly football jock like me? I got plenty of blood to spare," Heath teased. Then his expression turned serious. "For you, I have anything to spare." While he looked into my eyes, he wiped one of his fingers down the damp red slash on his cheek and the rubbed the blood on his bottom lip. Then he bent and kissed me.
    I tasted the dark sweetness of his blood and it dissolved in my mouth to send a surge of fiery pleasure and energy through my body. Heath pulled his lips from mine and guided me to the cut on his cheek. When my tongue snaked out and touched it, he moaned and pressed my hips closer to his. I closed my eyes and began to lick—
    "Kill me!" Stevie Rae's broken voice shattered the spell of Heath's blood.

CHAPTER THIRTY

    My face flamed with embarrassment as I pushed myself out of Heath's arms, wiping my mouth and breathing hard. Stevie Rae was standing down the tunnel just a few yards from us. Tears still rained down her cheeks and her face was twisted in despair.
    "Kill me," she repeated on a sob.
    "No." I shook my head and took a step toward her, but she backed away from me, putting up her hand as if she wanted to hold me off. I stopped and gulped some deep breaths, trying to get myself under control. "Come back to the House of Night with me. We'll figure out how this happened. It'll be okay, Stevie Rae, I promise. All that matters is that you're alive.”
    Stevie Rae had started shaking her head as I'd begun talking. "I'm not really alive, and I can't go back there.”
    "Of course you're alive. You're walking and talking.”
    "I'm not me anymore. I did die, and part of me—the best part of me—is still dead, just like it is for the rest of them." She gestured back at the cave-in.
    "You're not like they are," I said firmly.
    "I'm more like them than I am like you.” Her gaze shifted from me to Heath, who was standing quietly beside me. "You wouldn't believe the awful things that go through my mind. I could kill him without a second thought. I would have already if his blood hadn't been changed by the Imprint with you.”
    "Maybe it wasn't just that, Stevie Rae. Maybe you didn't kill him because you really didn't want to," I said.
    Her eyes found mine again. "No. I wanted to kill him. I still do.”
    "The rest of them killed Brad and Chris," Heath said. "And that was my fault.”
    "Heath, now's not the time—" I started, but he cut me off.
    "No, you need to hear this, Zoey. Those things grabbed Brad and Chris because they were hanging around the House of Night, and that's my fault because I'd told them how hot you are." He gave me an apologetic look. "Sorry, Zo." Then his expression hardened and he said, "You should kill her. You should kill them all. As long as they're alive people will be in danger.”
    "He's right," Stevie Rae said.
    "And how will killing you and the rest of them solve this? Won't more of you happen?" I made my mind up and closed the space between Stevie Rae and me. She looked like she wanted to take off, but my words stopped her. "How did this happen? What made you like this?”
    Her face contorted with anguish. "I don't know how. I only know who.”
    "Then who did this?”
    She opened her mouth to answer me and then, with a movement so fast her body blurred, she was suddenly cowering against the side of the tunnel.
    "She's coming!”
    "What? Who?" I crouched beside her.
    "Get out of here! Fast. There's probably still time for you to get away." Then Stevie Rae reached out and took my hand in hers. Her flesh was cold, but her grip was strong. "She'll kill you if she sees you—you and him. You know too much. She may kill you anyway, but it'll be harder for her to do if you get back to the House of Night.”
    "Who are you talking about, Stevie Rae?”
    "Neferet.”
    The name blasted through me and even as I shook my head in denial I felt the truth of it deep within me.