Chosen

his. "Why would you say that?" I could feel my strength as well as my wits returning to me as the wonderful blood settled into my body.
    He kept making the sandwich and shrugged. "You Imprinted that human boy, didn't you? That's how you were able to find and rescue him from the serial killer."
    "Yeah."
    When I didn't say anything else he glanced up at me and smiled. "I thought so. It happens. Sometimes we accidentally Imprint."
    "Fledglings don't. We're not even supposed to be drinking human blood," I said.
    Loren's smile was warm and filled with appreciation. "You're not a normal fledgling, so the normal rules don't apply to you." His gaze held mine and it seemed he was talking about much more than accidentally drinking a little human blood.
    He made me feel hot and cold—scared but totally grown-up and sexy—all at once.
    I kept my mouth shut and went back to sipping the blood-spiked wine. (I know it sounds completely gross, but it was delicious.)
    "Here, eat this." He passed the plate to me that held the ham and cheese sandwich he'd just made me. "Wait, you'll need some of these, too." He rummaged around in a cabinet until he made a little "ahha!" noise and turned around to pour a big ol' pile of nacho cheese-flavored Doritos on my plate.
    I smiled. This time my mouth felt more natural doing it. "Doritos! That's perfect." I took a big bite as I realized I really was starving. "You know, they don't like fledglings to eat junk food like this."
    "As I said"—Loren smiled his slow, sexy smile at me again— "you're not like the rest of those fledgling children. And I happen to adhere to the belief that some rules were meant to be broken." His eyes went from my eyes to the diamond earrings that nestled in my earlobes.
    I felt my face getting hot, so I refocused on eating, glancing up only once in a while at him. Loren hadn't made himself a sandwich, but he had poured himself a glass of wine and was drinking it slowly while he watched me eat. I was just getting ready to tell him that he was making me nervous when he finally said something.
    "Since when are you and Aphrodite friends?"
    "We're not," I said around a bite of sandwich (which actually was very good—so he's ridiculously handsome, sexy, smart, and he can cook!). "I was driving back to school and I saw her walking." I lifted one shoulder like I couldn't give a good poop about her. "I figure it's part of my job as leader of the Dark Daughters to be nice, even to her. So I gave her a ride."
    "I'm a little surprised she accepted a ride from you. Aren't you two sworn enemies?"
    "Whatever! Sworn enemies? I don't think much about her at all." I wished I could tell Loren the truth about Aphrodite. Actually, I hated lying (and I'm really not very good at it, although I seemed to be getting better with practice). But even as I thought about liking to unload to Loren, I was slammed in the gut with a feeling that plainly said no way do you tell him. So I smiled and chewed my sandwich and basically just tried to focus on the fact that I was feeling less Night of the Living Dead.
    Which reminded me of Professor Nolan. I put down the half-eaten sandwich and took another gulp of wine.
    "Loren, who could have done something like that to Professor Nolan?"
    The expression on his handsome face darkened. "I think the quote made it pretty obvious."
    "Quote?"
    "Didn't you see what was written on the paper they staked to her?"
    I shook my head, feeling a little queasy again. "I know there was something written on the paper, but I couldn't look long enough to read it."
    "It said, 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Exodus 22:18.' And REPENT written and underlined several times."
    Something tickled at my memory and I felt a burning begin inside of me that had nothing to do with the blood in my wine. "The People of Faith."
    "That's what it looks like." Loren shook his head. "I wondered what the priestesses were thinking when they decided to buy this place and set up a House of Night here. Seemed to be asking for trouble. There are few parts of the country more narrow-minded and rabid about what they call their religious beliefs." He shook his head and looked truly angry. "Although I don't understand worshipping a god who denigrates women and whose 'true believers' feel it's their right to look down on anyone who doesn't think exactly as they do."
    "That's not how everyone is in Oklahoma," I said firmly. "There's also a strong Native American belief system, and lots of regular