Betrayed

on the wall wasn't enough to Imprint." I made sure my voice sounded confused and upset.
    Her shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. "I don't think you Imprinted with him then. So, you're saying you haven't been with him since? You haven't fed from him again?”
    "Again!" I let myself sound as shocked as I always felt at the disturbing, yet seductive thought of feeding on Heath. "But I didn't really feed on him then, did I?”
    "No, no, of course not," Neferet reassured me. "What you did was very minor, very minor indeed. It's just that your dream made me wonder if you'd been with your boyfriend again.”
    "Ex-boyfriend," I said almost automatically. "No. But he's been texting and calling me a bunch lately, so I thought it would be best if I met him and tried to make him understand, once and for all, that we can't see each other anymore. I'm sorry. I should have told you, but I really did want to solve it myself. I mean, I got myself into the mess. I should be able to handle getting myself out of it.”
    "Well, I do commend your sense of responsibility, but I don't think it was wise to make the detectives believe your dream might have been a vision.”
    "It just seemed so real," I said.
    "I'm sure it did. Zoey, did you take the medicine I asked you to drink last night?”
    "You mean that milky stuff? Yeah, Shaunee gave it to me." And she had, but I'd poured the crap down the sink.
    Neferet looked even more relaxed. "Good. If you keep having disturbing dreams, come to me and I'll give you a stronger mixture. That should have kept the nightmares from you, but clearly I underestimated the dosage you required.”
    The dosage wasn't all she'd underestimated.
    I smiled. "Thanks, Neferet. I appreciate that.”
    "Well, you should return to your friends, now. They are quite protective of you, and I'm sure they're worried.”
    I nodded and walked with her back to the living room, careful not to show my disgust when she hugged me in front of everyone and said good-bye with the warmth of a mom. Actually, she was exactly like a mom, specifically my mom, Linda Heffer. The woman who had betrayed me for a man and cared more about herself and appearances than she cared about me. The similarities between Neferet and Linda were becoming clearer and clearer.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

    We resettled in our little group after they left, and didn't say much as the room got back to normal. I noticed no one changed the local station. The Star Wars DVD was forgotten, at least for tonight.
    "Are you okay?" Erik finally asked softly. He put his arm back around me and I snuggled against him.
    "Yeah, I think so.”
    "Did the cops have any news about Heath?" Damien asked.
    "Nothing more than what we already heard," I said. "Or if they do, they weren't telling me.”
    "Is there anything we can do?" Shaunee asked.
    I shook my head. "Let's just watch local TV and see what the ten o'clock news says.”
    They mumbled okays and everyone settled in to watch the Will and Grace rerun marathon while we waited for the news. I stared at the TV, and thought about Heath. Did I have a bad feeling about him? Definitely. But was it the same bad feeling I'd had about Chris Ford and Brad Higeons? No, I didn't think so. I didn't know how to explain it. My gut said Heath was in danger, but it wasn't saying that he was dead. Yet.
    The more I thought about Heath, the more restless I became. By the time the late news came on I could hardly sit through the stories on the unexpected blizzard that had caused a white-out in Tulsa and the surrounding area. I fidgeted while we watched the shots of downtown and the expressways, eerily empty and looking post-meteor-hit-or-nuclear-war-like.
    There was nothing new on Heath except a grim report about how the weather was hampering search efforts.
    "I have to go.” The words were out of my mouth and I was standing before my mind could remind me that I didn't have a clue where I was going or how I was going to get there.
    "Go where, Z?" Erik asked.
    My mind flailed around and landed on one thing—one little island of contentment in a world that had turned into stress and confusion and madness.
    "I'm going to the stables." Erik's look was as blank as everyone else's. "Lenobia said that I could brush Persephone anytime I wanted to." I moved my shoulders. "Brushing her makes me feel calm, and right now I could use some calm.”
    "Well, okay. I like horses. Let's go groom Persephone," Erik said.
    "I need to be alone.” The words sounded so