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so much, and hit my head. The next thing I remember is Grandma Redbird singing and then I woke up here." I finished in a rush. I wanted to look away from the sharpness of her green-eyed gaze, but the same feeling that was ordering me to be quiet was also clearly telling me that I had to keep eye contact with her, that I had to try really hard to look like I wasn't hiding anything, even though I didn't really have a clue why I was hiding anything.
    "It's normal to experience memory loss with a head wound." Grandma said matter-of-factly, breaking the silence.
    I could have kissed her.
    "Yes, of course it is," Neferet said quickly, her face losing its sharpness. "Do not fear for your granddaughter's health, Sylvia Redbird. All will be well with her.”
    She spoke to Grandma respectfully, and some of the tension that had been building inside me loosened. If she liked Grandma Redbird, she had to be an okay person, or vampyre or whatever. Right?
    "As I'm sure you already know, vampyres"―Neferet paused and smiled at me―"even fledgling vampyres, have unusual powers of recovery. Her healing is proceeding so well that it is perfectly safe for her to leave the infirmary." She looked from Grandma to me. "Zoey, would you like to meet your new roommate?”
    No. I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes.”
    "Excellent!" Neferet said. Thankfully she ignored the fact that I was standing there like a smiling stupid garden gnome.
    "Are you sure you shouldn't keep her here another day for observation?" Grandma asked.
    "I understand your concern, but I assure you Zoey's physical wounds are already healing at a pace you would find extraordinary.”
    She smiled at me again and even though I was scared and nervous and just plain freaked out I smiled back at her. It seemed like she was genuinely happy that I was there. And, truthfully, she made me think turning into a vampyre might not be such a bad thing.
    "Grandma, I'm fine. Really. My head just hurts a little, and the rest of me feels way better." I realized as I said it that it was true. I'd completely stopped coughing. My muscles didn't ache anymore. I felt perfectly normal except for a little headache.
    Then Neferet did something that not only surprised me, but made me instantly like her―and begin to trust her. She walked over to Grandma and spoke slowly and carefully.
    "Sylvia Redbird, I give you my solemn oath that your grand-daughter is safe here. Each fledgling is paired with an adult mentor.
    To ensure my oath to you I will be Zoey's mentor. And now you must entrust her to my care.”
    Neferet placed her fist over her heart and bowed formally to Grandma. My grandma hesitated for only a moment before answering her.
    "I will hold you to your oath, Neferet, High Priestess of Nyx." Then she mimicked Neferet's actions by putting her own fist over her heart and bowing to her before turning to me and hugging me hard. "Call me if you need me, Zoeybird. I love you.”
    "I will, Grandma. I love you, too. And thank you for bringing me here," I whispered, breathing in her familiar lavender scent and trying not to cry.
    She kissed me gently on my cheek and then with her quick, confident steps she walked out of the room, leaving me alone for the first time in my life with a vampyre.
    "Well, Zoey, are you ready to begin your new life?”
    I looked up at her and thought again how amazing she was. If I actually Changed into a vampyre, would I have her confidence and power, or was that something only a High Priestess got? For an instant it flashed though my mind how awesome it would be to be a High Priestess―and then my sanity returned. I was just a kid. A confused kid at that, and definitely not High Priestess material. I just want to figure out how to fit in here, but Neferet had certainly made what was happening to me seem easier to bear.
    "Yes, I am.” I was glad I sounded more confident than I felt.

CHAPTER SEVEN

    "What time is it?”
    We were walking down a narrow hall that curved gently. The walls were made of an odd mixture of dark stone and jutting brick. Every so often flickering gaslights that hung from old-fashioned-looking black iron sconces stuck out of the wall, giving off a soft yellow glow that was, thankfully, really easy on my eyes. There were no windows in the hall, and we didn't meet anyone else (even though I kept peeking nervously around, imagining my first glimpse of vampyre kids).
    "It is nearly four A.M., which means classes have been out for almost an hour,” Neferet