Hidden: House of Night: Book 10

over me not turning into a clone of my mom, they were actually pleased when I was Marked.”
    I was watching Aphrodite closely and remembering the day that seemed so long ago now when I had overheard her parents being really pissed at her for having the leadership of the Dark Daughters taken away from her and given to me. Aphrodite was looking like her usual ice queen self right now, but in my memory I could still hear the sound of her mother’s hand slapping her face and see the tears she had had to choke down. It couldn’t be easy for her to have her dad call her a “beloved daughter” when the truth seemed like all he’d ever wanted was to use her.
    “Why? What doyour parents want with vamps?” Stevie Rae asked.
    “To get access to more money—more power—more beauty. In other words, being part of the cool crowd. It’s all they’ve ever wanted—to be cool and powerful. They use whoever they can to get them what they want, including me, and, obviously, Neferet,” Aphrodite said, weirdly echoing what I’d been thinking.
    “Neferet is not the way for them to get any of that,” I said.
    “No kiddin’, Z, she’s crazier than a rat in a tin shithouse,” Stevie Rae said.
    “Well, whatever that means, yeah, but not just that. Did anyone else notice Neferet’s look when Aphrodite’s dad was talking? She definitely didn’t like how things ended,” I said.
    “A committee, a newspaper column, and going slowly and gently doesn’t seem like something the Consort of Darkness would be particularly interested in,” Damien agreed.
    “And she definitely didn’t like it when the mayor avoided the question about you being dangerous,” I said.
    “I’d like to be dangerous to Neferet!” Stark blurted, still looking kinda shell-shocked.
    “My dad is very good at promising one thing and delivering another,” said Aphrodite. “I can tell you right now that he thinks he can play that game with Neferet.” She shook her head. No matter how callous she sounded, her expression was strained.
    “We need to go to the House of Night. Now. If Thanatos doesn’t know about this, she needs to,” I said.
    Neferet
    Humans were soweak and boring and so terribly plain
, Neferet thought as she watched the mayor, Charles LaFont, simper and placate and continue to avoid any direct questions about danger and deaths and vampyres after their press conference.
Even this man who the whisperings of rumor said was next in line for a senatorial seat, and was supposedly so charismatic and dynamic …
Neferet had to hide her sarcastic laughter in a cough. This man was
nothing.
Neferet had expected more from Aphrodite’s father.
    Father!
A voice echoed from her past, startling her and causing Neferet’s grip on the filigreed iron banister to tighten suddenly, spasmodically. She had to cough again to hide the cracking sound that came from the wrought iron as she pried her hand from it. This was when her patience ended.
    “Mayor LaFont, would you escort me to my penthouse.” The words should have been a question, but Neferet’s voice did not frame them as such. The four city councilmen who had joined the press conference and the mayor turned in her direction. She easily read each of them.
    They all found her beautiful and desirable.
    Two so much so that they would be willing to forsake their wives, their families, and their careers to mate with her.
    Charles LaFont was not one of those two. Aphrodite’s father lusted after her—of that there was no doubt—but his foremost desire was not sexual. LaFont’s greatest need was to feed his wife’s obsession with status and social acceptance. It was a pity, really, that he couldn’t be more easily seduced.
    All of them feared her.
    That made Neferet smile.
    Charles LaFont cleared his throat and nervously adjusted his tie. “Of course, of course. It would be my pleasure to escort you.”
    Neferet nodded coolly to the other men and ignored their hot eyes on her as she and LaFont got into the elevator and headed up to her penthouse suite.
    She didn’t speak.Neferet knew he was nervous and much more unsure of himself than he pretended to be. In public his façade was one of easy charm and entitlement. But Neferet saw the scared, simpering human that crouched below his surface.
    The elevator doors opened and she stepped out into the marble foyer of her suite.
    “Join me for a drink, Charles.” Neferet gave him no opportunity to decline. She strode to the ornate, art deco bar