Hunted

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    “You’re just jealous.” Cassie didn’t look or sound shocked; she looked like a hateful bitch. “Erik’s gone. Loren Blake’s dead. So now you don’t have the two hottest guys at school on your little leash.”
    I felt my face flush. Had Neferet told everyone about Loren and me? I didn’t know what to say, but Becca didn’t give me a chance to speak anyway.
    “Yeah, just because you’re all high and mighty with the elements doesn’t mean you can have any guy you want.” Becca was giving me the same hateful glare she’d given Damien and the Twins when they’d tried to talk sense into her last night. “The rest of us can actually have a chance once in a while, too.”
    I clamped down on my urge to shriek at her and tried reason instead. “Becca, you’re not thinking clearly. Last night, when Darius and I broke it up between you and Stark, he was forcing you to let him suck your blood, and he was also on the verge of raping you.” I hated saying it. I especially hated knowing it was true.
    “I don’t remember it that way,” Becca said. “I remember liking the sucking, and I would have liked the rest of what goes along with Stark sucking a girl’s blood. You busted up something good that was none of your business.”
    “You remember it like that because Stark messed with your mind.”
    Becca and Cassie laughed, causing lots of heads to turn in our direction.
    “The next thing you’re going to say is that Kalona is messing with our minds, too, and that’s why we think he’s so damn hot,” Cassie said.
    “Are you actually saying you two can’t tell that things have been different around here since Kalona broke out of the ground?”
    “Yeah. So? He’s consort to Nyx’s Incarnate. His presence is bound to make things different,” Cassie said.
    “And of course he came out of the ground. Earth is one of Nyx’s elements. Like you don’t know that?” Becca said, rolling her eyes at Cassie.
    I’d just opened my mouth to try to explain to them that he’d escaped the earth, not been born through it, when the door to the classroom opened and Kalona strode in.
    There was a cumulative sigh from every female except me. And, to be completely honest, I’d wanted to sigh and had to clamp my jaws together to stop myself. He was just so utterly gorgeous. Today he was wearing black slacks and a short-sleeved, button-up shirt that was untucked, unbuttoned, and hanging open enough that whenever he moved I could see the flawless bronze of his chest and his yummy six-pack. Someone had slit the back of the shirt, because his magnificent black wings protruded through and then tucked neatly against his broad back. His long dark hair was loose on his shoulders, making him look, despite his modern clothes, like an ancient god.
    I wanted to ask Becca or Cassie how old he looked to them, because to me he again seemed only eighteen or nineteen, in the prime of his youth and strength, and not too ancient and mysterious to be out of my reach.
    No! Listen to yourself! The next thing you know you’ll be sounding as empty-headed as Becca and Cassie and the rest of them. Think! He’s your enemy. Don’t forget that. Forcing myself to look beyond his physical beauty and the hypnotic allure he radiated, I realized he’d been talking while I’d been yelling at myself.
    “That said, I thought I would help direct this class, since it seems you are so very hard on your instructors.”
    The class’s appreciative laughter was warm and welcoming.
    I raised my hand. His amber eyes widened in surprise, and then he smiled and said, “How delightful that my first question comes from the most special of all the fledglings. Yes, Zoey, what answer may I give you?”
    “With you taking over Drama I was just wondering if that meant you expect Erik Night to be gone for quite some time?” Okay, I hadn’t wanted to ask him a question, but my instincts had made me raise my hand, just as my instincts were telling me what to say. I knew taunting him with the fact that Erik had escaped was dangerous, but I was doing so in a way that I hoped wouldn’t give him a reason for outright anger. I just wasn’t sure why I was being prompted to bait an already volatile immortal.
    Kalona didn’t look fazed at all by my question. “I believe Erik Night may return to the House of Night sooner than some may think. But, sadly, I’ve heard he might not be in any shape to resume his duties as a professor, or as anything else