Hunted

Erik I knew and might even love. I really shouldn’t be stressing myself out with worrying about this. The sex thing would work itself out. I mean, compared to an ancient immortal coming after us, Neferet having the school in her evil clutches, me freaking about whether there is or isn’t something bizarre going on with the red fledglings, Grandma being in a coma, and the nasty Raven Mockers wreaking havoc in Tulsa, whether or not Erik would try to pressure me into having sex with him should be a stress break, or at least a stress vacation. Shouldn’t it?
    “Z! There you are. Would you come on?” Erin stuck her head out of the girls’ locker room door. There was a huge cloud of steam wafting around behind her and I could see that she was wearing only her bra and panties (matching, of course, from Victoria’s Secret).
    With an effort I put Erik out of my mind. “Sorry . . . sorry, I’m coming,” I said and hurried into the locker room.

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    CHAPTER NINE

    Okay, taking a group shower with girls who had affinities for water and fire was an experience that went from awkward to interesting to pretty darn funny.
    At first it was awkward because, well, even though we’re all girls, we’re not exactly used to communal showers. These weren’t horribly barbaric. There were about half a dozen shower heads (which were all bright and shiny and new looking—I’m sure thanks to either Kramisha or Dallas or both, with help from Aphrodite’s popular gold card). Each of them had a separate shower stall one right after another. No, there weren’t any doors or shower curtains or anything. Actually, there was a rail at the top of each one, so my guess was that there used to be shower curtains back in the day, but they were long gone. Oh, the stalls for the toilets did have doors, even if they didn’t want to stay latched. So it was awkward to be naked with my friends at first. But we are all girls, hetero girls at that, so we really weren’t interested in each other’s boobies and such, no matter how hard that is for guys to comprehend, so the awkward part didn’t last long. Plus, the entire locker room was filled with dense steam, which gave the illusion of privacy.
    Then, after I picked my shower stall, chose from the lovely assortment of bath and hair products, and started to soap up, it hit me that it was really steamy. As in unnaturally so. And that the “unnaturally so” was happening because all of the shower heads, even in the unoccupied stalls, were shooting jets of hot water from them, causing warm mist to rise and swirl, almost as thick as smoke.
    Hmm . . .
    “Hey!” I stuck my head over my stall trying to see the Twins in their showers. “Are you guys doing something to the water?”
    “Huh?” Shaunee said, wiping shampoo bubbles out of her eyes. “What?”
    “This,” I flailed my arms causing the thick mist to billow around me dreamily. “All of this doesn’t seem like it’s happening without some help from certain someones who know how to manipulate fire and water.”
    “Us? Miss Fire and Miss Water?” Erin said. I could barely see the top of her bright blond head through the steam. “Whatever could she mean, Twin?”
    “I do believe our Z is implying we’d use our goddess-given affinities for something as selfish as making thick, warm, sweet-smelling mist to help relax all of us after we’ve just had a day that was ever so horrible,” Shaunee said with mock Southern Belle innocence.
    “Would we do that, Twin?” Erin asked.
    “We absolutely would, Twin,” Shaunee said.
    “For shame, Twin. For shame,” Erin said with mock severity. And then they dissolved into twin giggles.
    I rolled my eyes at them, but realized Shaunee had been right. The mist was sweet-smelling. It reminded me of spring rain, filled with the fresh scents of flowers and grass, and it was warm—no, the water was hot, like a lazy summer day at the beach. The truth was even though the room was occasionally semi-illuminated by flashes of lightning from the storm that was raging outside, and even though booming thunder was uncomfortably loud, the atmosphere the Twins had created was utterly soothing.
    So here’s where the interesting part came in. I decided that there was not one darn thing wrong with the Twins using their gifts to make us fell warm and clean and comfy. We’d just gone through a horrible experience—been chased from our home by weird bird-man-demon thing—and now we were basically trapped in