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said.
    Darius nodded. “That is all good, but the truth is you need many stitches so that the wound can close and heal.”
    “What about these?” Aphrodite held up the butterfly Band-Aid packages. “I thought that’s why you needed them.”
    “Those bandages are only temporary. She needs real stitches.”
    “So stitch me up.” I tried to sound as brave as I could, even though the thought of Darius sewing up my flesh made me want to puke or cry, or both.
    “There are no sutures in the kit,” Darius said.
    “Can’t we get some?” Erik asked. I noticed as he spoke, he was looking everywhere but at me. “I could drive Heath’s truck to the St. John’s pharmacy and Stevie Rae could do her mind control thing on a doc there. We’d bring back whatever you need, and then you could stitch her up.”
    “Yeah, we can do that. I can even grab a doctor if you want and bring him down here, then wipe his memory clean when we return him,” Stevie Rae said.
    “Okay, Stevie Rae, that’s a nice offer,” I said, more than a little disturbed that she was talking about what amounted to kidnapping and brainwashing. “But I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “It’s not that simple to solve the problem anyway,” Darius said.
    “So explain it so it is that simple,” Heath said, propping himself up on his elbows and looking totally like crap even though he smiled sweetly at me.
    “Zoey needs more than a doctor’s care. Zoey needs to be around adult vampyres so that the damage to her body doesn’t become fatal.”
    “Hang on. I thought you said I was done almost dying,” I said.
    “You are done almost dying from this particular wound, but if you don’t get within a coven of vampyres, and I mean more than one or two or three of us, the damage caused to your body will use up your reserves of strength and you will begin rejecting the Change.” Darius paused, letting what he was saying sink in with all of us. “You’ll die from that. You may come back to us, like Stevie Rae and the rest of the red fledglings did, but you may not.”
    “Or you may come back like that stupid Stark kid and be a crazed asshole who starts attacking us,” Aphrodite said.
    “So you really don’t have any choice,” Darius said. “We have to get you back to the House of Night.”
    “Well, hell,” I said.

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    CHAPTER FOURTEEN

    “But she can’t go back! Kalona’s there,” Erin said.
    “Not to mention the Raven Mockers,” Shaunee said.
    “One of them did this to her,” Erik said. “Right, Heath?”
    “Yeah, the thing was disgusting,” Heath said. He was chugging brown pop from a can Jack had handed him while he stuffed nacho cheese Doritos in his face. I was glad to see he looked lots better, almost completely like himself, which proves Doritos and brown pop really are health foods.
    “Then they’ll just attack her again, so taking her there won’t really save Zoey. It’ll just enable them to finish killing her,” Erik said.
    “Well, maybe not,” I admitted reluctantly. “The Raven Mocker didn’t attack me, or at least, not on purpose. It was going to attack Heath and I kinda got in the way.” I gave Heath an apologetic smile. “Actually, it freaked when it hurt me.”
    “Because it said its dad had been looking for you,” Heath added. “I remember. He did freak right after he cut you. Zoey, babe, I’m sorry I almost got you killed.”
    “Didn’t I fucking tell you!” Aphrodite practically snarled at Heath. “What happened was your fault! You shouldn’t have been here!”
    “Whoa, Aphrodite, hang on,” I said. I started to put my hands up to make simmer-down motions to her, but Darius shot me a “hold still” look. Plus, it really did hurt whenever I moved too much. So I settled for words with no hand motions, which felt kinda weird. “You kept blaming Heath before. What gives?”
    She looked at me and I swear she fidgeted. Aphrodite actually fidgeted.
    I frowned at her. “What’s the deal, Aphrodite?”
    When she didn’t say anything, Stevie Rae sighed and said, “ ’Cause she’s know-it-all Vision Girl, and this time she was in the dark.”
    “Do not tap into my mind like that!” Aphrodite shouted at Stevie Rae.
    “Then answer Z’s question. She feels too crappy to pull it out of you,” Stevie Rae said.
    Aphrodite turned her back to Stevie Rae. “It’s just that I expected to get a heads-up if you were going to die, that’s all.”
    “Huh?” I said, speaking for