Betrayed

behind my ears. I didn't have the luxury of dissolving into a panicked heap. My mind was already processing the things I needed to do—had to do. For Heath, He was what was important right now, not me, and not my need for hysteria. "I have to see Neferet," I said resolutely and stood up, surprised at how steady my knees had become.
    "I'll go with you," Erik said.
    "Thanks, but first I need to brush my teeth and put on some shoes." (I'd just stuck on a pair of thick socks to come down and watch TV.) I smiled my thanks to Erik. "I'll run up to my room and be right back." I could feel the Twins getting ready to follow me. "I'll be fine. Just give me a sec." Then I turned and hurried up the stairs.
    I didn't pause at my room, but kept going down the hall, turned right, and stopped before room number 124. I'd raised my fist, but hadn't knocked when the door opened.
    "I thought it would be you." Aphrodite gave me a cold look, but she stepped to the side. "Come on in.”
    I walked in, surprised by the pretty pastel interior of the room. I guess I'd expected it to be dark and scary, like a black widow's web.
    "Do you have any mouthwash? I just puked and I've seriously grossed myself out.”
    She pointed her chin at the medicine cabinet over the sink. "In there. The glass on the sink is clean.”
    I washed out my mouth, taking the opportunity to try to collect my thoughts. When I was done I turned to face her. Deciding not to waste time on bullshit, I got straight to the point. "How can you tell if a vision is real or just a dream?”
    She sat down on one of the beds and shook back her long, perfect blond hair. "It's a feeling in your gut. Visions are never easy or comfortable or fucking flower-draped like they are in the movies. Visions suck. At least real ones do. Basically, if it makes you feel like shit, it's probably real and not just a dream.” Her blue eyes looked me over carefully. "So, you've been having visions?”
    "I thought I had a dream last night, a nightmare actually. Today I think it was a vision.”
    Aphrodite's lips turned up only slightly. "Well, that sucks for you.
    I changed the subject. "What's going on with Neferet?" Aphrodite's face went carefully blank. "What do you mean?"
    "I think you know exactly what I mean. Something's off about her. I want to know what.”
    "You're her fledgling. Her favorite. Her new golden girl. Do you think I'm actually going to say shit to you? I may be blond, but I'm definitely not stupid.”
    "If that's the way you really feel, why did you warn me against taking the medicine she gave me?”
    Aphrodite looked away. "My first roommate died six months after she got here. I took the medicine. It—it affected me. For a long time.”
    "What do you mean? How did it affect you?”
    "It made me feel funny, detached. And it stopped my visions. Not permanently, just for a couple of weeks. And then it was hard for me to even remember what she looked like." Aphrodite paused. "Venus. Her name was Venus Davis." Her eyes met mine again. "She was the reason I chose Aphrodite as my new name. We were best friends and we thought it was cool." Her eyes were filled with sadness. "I've made myself remember Venus, and I figured you'd want to remember Stevie Rae.”
    "I do. I will. Thanks.”
    "You should go. It won't be good for either of us if anyone knows you've been here talking to me," Aphrodite said.
    I realized that she was probably right, and turned for the door. Her voice stopped me.
    "She makes you think she's good, but she's not. Everything that's light isn't good, and everything that's darkness isn't always bad.”
    Darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good. The words that Nyx had said to me the day I was Marked were mirrored in Aphrodite's warning.
    "In other words, be careful around Neferet and don't trust her," I said.
    "Yeah, but I never said that.”
    "Said what? We're not even having this conversation." I shut the door behind me and hurried to my room where I washed my face and brushed my teeth, pulled on some shoes, and then returned to the living room.
    "Ready?" Erik asked.
    "We'll come, too," Damien said, motioning to include the Twins, Jack, and Drew.
    I started to tell them no, but I couldn't make the word come out. The truth was that I was glad they were here, glad they obviously felt the need to join forces around me and protect me. I'd worried for a really long time that my extra powers and my weird Goddess-chosen Mark would