Hunted

Aphrodite had to say.
    “She lied to you.”
    I had a feeling Aphrodite had been going to say that, but knowing didn’t make hearing it any easier. “Exactly what did she lie about?”
    “So you believe me?”
    I sighed. “Sadly, yes. You’re Imprinted with her. That means you’re close to her in a way no one else is. My Imprint with Heath has taught me that.”
    “Okay, look. I do not want to do the nasty with Stevie Rae.”
    I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t mean that, you dork. There are different kinds of Imprints. My bond with Heath is very physical, but I’ve been attracted to him for years. Uh, can I assume I’m right when I say you’ve never been attracted to Stevie Rae?”
    “Hell yes, you can assume that,” Aphrodite said dryly.
    “Both of you have psychic abilities. It’s only logical that your bond would be mental, not physical,” I said.
    “Yeah, good. I’m glad you get that. And that’s how I know she was lying to you when she said the red fledglings she introduced us to are the only ones there are. There are more. She knows it, and she’s in touch with them.”
    “And you’re absolutely sure of this?”
    “Totally and absolutely,” she said.
    “Well, I can’t worry about that right now, but that could definitely explain some of the darkness I sensed down there. It’s the same aura that used to surround Stevie Rae, but it’s going to have to wait until we get out of here,” I said, feeling miserable and upset that my BFF felt like she had to lie to me.
    “I hate to be the one to clue you in, but Stevie Rae has more secrets than Paris Hilton has purses. On the bright side, I’m betting your lying bumpkin friend, the freaks, and your boyfriends make it past the bird boys.”
    “I hope so.” I sighed and messed with my napkin.
    “Hey,” she said softly. “Try not to let this thing with Stevie Rae freak you out. She’s keeping secrets, but I can also tell you that she cares about you—a lot. I also know she’s choosing good, no matter how hard it is for her sometimes.”
    “I know that. I believe Stevie Rae must have a reason for not telling me things. I mean, it’s not like I’ve never kept secrets from my friends before.” Yeah, I added silently to myself. And you messed up big-time because of that, too.
    “Okay, so it’s not just Stevie Rae that’s making you look like you need some pharmaceutical help to cheer up.” Then her brows raised as she continued to study me. “Oh, I get it. You’re having boyfriend issues. Or should I say boyfriends issues?”
    “Sadly, the plural seems to be the correct form of the word,” I muttered.
    “Erik and I used to have a thing, but you know that’s way over. You can talk to me if you need to.”
    I looked at her and again thought how ironic it was that she was right. I really could talk to her.
    “I’m not sure I want to be with Erik,” I blurted.
    Her eyes got just a little wider, but her voice stayed nonchalant. “He’s pressuring you about sex?”
    I shrugged. “Yes, no. Kinda. But it’s not just that.” I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “Aphrodite, did he ever get possessive and über-jealous with you?”
    She curled her lip in a sarcastic sneer. “He tried. I don’t so much tolerate the jealous bullshit.” Then she paused and in a more serious tone added, “Neither should you, Z.”
    “I know, and I’m not.” I sighed. “I have a lot to deal with when this mess is over.”
    “Seriously. You have a mess to deal with when this mess is over.” She gobbled another forkful of spaghetti.
    “Well, let’s try and get this particular mess over with then so I can go back to my ridiculous personal drama. Tell Darius to be ready for some bad stuff to go down tonight. Like he said, Kalona isn’t going to be happy when we get out of here.”
    “No, he said Kalona isn’t going to be happy when you get out of here. He really has a thing for you.”
    “I know, and I wish he’d just get over it,” I said.
    “Hey, have you thought any more about that first poem Kramisha gave you before we left the tunnels? It sounded like it was a formula for getting rid of Kalona.”
    “Well, if it’s a formula, I haven’t figured it out.” I didn’t want to admit to Aphrodite that I hadn’t thought at all about Kramisha’s poem—or at least not the one about Kalona. I’d been completely distracted by the second poem, and by the possibility of Stark’s humanity being returned to him. And that realization