Betrayed

about disposable cells?" Erin said.
    "I don't," Stevie Rae said.
    "Exactly," the Twins said together.
    "Here"—Damien pulled a big dorky looking Nokia out of his pocket—"use mine.”
    "Why do you have a disposable?" I studied the phone. It looked fairly normal.
    "I got it after my parents freaked about me being gay. Until I was Marked and came here it felt like they were grounding me for life from life. I mean, not that I really expected them to lock me in a closet somewhere, but it's good to be prepared. Since then I've made sure I always have one.”
    None of us knew what to say. It really sucked that Damien's parents were so psycho about him being gay.
    "Thanks, Damien," I finally said.
    "No problem. When you're done making the call be sure you turn it off and then give it back to me. I'll destroy it.”
    "Okay.”
    "And be sure you tell them that the bomb's planted under the waterline. That way they'll have to close the bridge long enough for them to send in divers to check it out.”
    I nodded. "Good idea. I'll tell them that the bomb's going to explode at three fifteen, which is the exact time Aphrodite saw on my grandma's dashboard clock when she crashed.”
    "I don't know how long these things take, but you should probably call about two thirty, that sounds like enough time for them to get out there and close the bridge, but not so much that they'll have time to figure out it's a fake threat, and let cars back on the bridge too soon," Stevie Rae said.
    "Uh, guys," Shaunee said. "Who are you gonna call?”
    "Hell, I don't know." I was feeling the stress settle around my shoulders and knew I was going to have a major headache very soon.
    "Google it," Erin said.
    "No," Damien said quickly. "We don't want any kind of computer trail. You just need to call the local branch of the FBI. That'll be in the phone book. They'll do whatever it is they do when freaks call.”
    "Like track them down and put them in jail for the rest of eternity," I muttered gloomily.
    "No, they're not going to catch you. You're not leaving any kind of a trail. They'll have no reason to think it's any of us. Call at about two thirty. Tell them you've planted a bomb under the bridge because …" Damien hesitated.
    "Because of pollution!" Stevie Rae chirped.
    "Pollution?" Shaunee said.
    "I don't think it should be because of pollution. I think it should be because you're sick and tired of government interference in the private sector's lives," Erin said.
    I just blinked at her. What the hell did she just say?
    "Excellent point, Twin," Shaunee said.
    Erin grinned. "I sounded just like my dad when I said that. He'd be proud. Well, not about the pretending to blow up a bridge part, but the other stuff, yeah.”
    "We understand, Twin," Shaunee said.
    "I still like saying that it's because you're tired of pollution. Pollution's a real problem," Stevie Rae said stubbornly.
    "Okay, how about I say it's because of government interference and pollution in our rivers? That'll be the reason the bomb's on a bridge." They looked at me with blank expressions. I sighed. "Because of pollution in the river.”
    "Ohhh," they said.
    "We'd make dorky terrorists," Stevie Rae said with a giggle.
    "I think that's actually a good thing," Damien said.
    "So we're in agreement? I call the FBI, and we all keep our mouths shut about Aphrodite's vision.”
    They nodded.
    "Good. Okay. Guess I'll find a phone book and look up the number for the FBI, and then—”
    A movement caught at the corner of my vision, and I glanced up to see Neferet escorting two men in suits into the dorm. Everyone went instantly silent, and I heard a whisper of "They're human ... " begin to buzz through the room. Then I didn't have time to think or to listen, because it was obvious that Neferet and the two human men were walking directly over to me.
    "Ah, Zoey, there you are." Neferet smiled at me with her usual warmth. "These gentlemen need to speak with you. I believe we can step into the library. This shouldn't take more than a moment." Neferet regally gestured for the suits and me to follow her as she swept from the big main room (with everyone gawking openmouthed at us) to the little side room we called the dorm library, but was actually more of a computer room with some comfortable chairs and a few shelves filled with paperbacks. There were only two girls at the row of computers, and with a quick command Neferet got rid of them. They scurried out and she closed the door behind them, then