Marked

is a night for celebration, not for death."
    "And yet we choose death―it is dearest to us." Ghostly laughter floated through the air with the tainted smoke of sweet grass, and the spirits began to converge again on Heath.
    I threw down the goblet and raised my hands. "Then I'm not asking anymore; I'm telling you. Wind, fire, water, earth, and spirit! I command in Nyx's name that you close this circle, pulling back to it the dead who have been allowed to escape. Now!”
    Heat surged through my body and shot from my outstretched hands. In a rush of salt-scented wind that was burning hot, a shining green mist whooshed from me down the stairs to whip around Heath and Erik, making their clothes and hair flap like mad. The magical wind caught the smoky shapes and tore them from their victims, and with a deafening roar, it sucked them back into the boundary of my circle. Suddenly I was surrounded by ghostly shapes, from which I could feel danger and hunger pulsing, as clearly as I had felt Heath's blood earlier. Aphrodite was curled up on the chair, cowering from the specters. One of them brushed against her and she let out a little shriek, which seemed to stir them up even more, and they pressed violently around me.
    "Zoey!" Stevie Rae cried my name, her voice shrill with fear. I saw her take a hesitant step toward me.
    "No!" Damien snapped. "Don't break the circle. They can't hurt Zoey―they can't hurt any of us, the circle is too strong. But only if we don't break it.”
    "We're not going anywhere," Shaunee called.
    "Nope. I like it right here," Erin said, sounding only a little breathless.
    I felt their loyalty and trust and acceptance like a sixth element. It filled me with confidence. I straightened my spine and looked at the swirling, angry ghosts.
    "So―we're not leaving. Which means you guys have got to go.”
    I pointed down at the spilled blood and wine. "Take your sacrifice and get out of here. It's all the blood that is owed to you tonight.”
    The smoky horde paused in their seething. I knew I had them. I drew a deep breath and finished it.
    "With the power of the elements I command you: Go!”
    Suddenly, as though an invisible giant slapped them down, they dissolved into the wine-soaked floor of the gazebo, somehow absorbing the blood-tinged liquid and making it disappear with them.
    I breathed a long, ragged sigh of relief. Automatically, I turned to Damien.
    "Thank you, wind. You may depart.” He started to blow out his candle, but didn't need to, a little puff of wind, which felt surprisingly playful, did it for him. Damien grinned at me. And then his eyes got huge and round.
    "Zoey! Your Mark!”
    "What?" I lifted my hand to my forehead. It tingled, as did my shoulders and my neck (which figured, I always get shoulder/neckaches when I'm over-stressed), plus my whole body was still humming with the aftereffects of elemental power, so I hadn't even noticed it.
    His shocked look changed to happiness. "Finish closing the circle. Then you can use one of Erin's many mirrors to see what's happened.”
    I turned to Shaunee to say good-bye to fire.
    "Wow…amazing," Shaunee said, staring at me.
    "Hey, how did you know I have more than one mirror in my purse?" Erin was complaining from across the circle at Damien when I turned to her and sent water away. Her eyes got big when she caught a good look at me, too. "Holy shit!" she said.
    "Erin, you really shouldn't curse in a sacred circle. Y'all know it's not―" Stevie Rae was saying in her sweet Okie twang when I turned to say good-bye to earth, and her words were suddenly cut off as she gasped, "Oh, my goodness!”
    I sighed. Hell, what now? I went back to the table and lifted the spirit candle.
    "Thank you, spirit. You may depart," I said.
    "Why?" Aphrodite stood up so abruptly that she knocked over the chair. Like everyone else, she was staring at me with a ridiculously shocked expression. "Why you? Why not me?”
    "Aphrodite, what are you talking about now?”
    "She's talking about this." Erin handed me a compact she pulled out of the chic leather purse she always had slung over her shoulder.
    I opened it and looked. At first I didn't understand what I was seeing―it was too foreign, too surprising. Then, from my side, Stevie Rae whispered, "It's beautiful…”
    And I realized she was right. It was beautiful. My Mark had been added to. A delicate swirl of lace-like sapphire tattooing framed my eyes. Not as intricate and large as an adult vamp, but unheard