Marked

totally get it.” And I did. I was way too acquainted with the narrow- minded, "our way is the only right way" ideas of the People of Faith. Even thinking about it made me feel exhausted and depressed.
    Stevie Rae opened the door to the dorm. The living-room area was empty except for a few girls who were watching That '7os Show reruns. Stevie Rae waved absently at them.
    "Hey, do you want a pop or something to take upstairs with us?"
I nodded and followed her through the living room and into a
smaller room off to the side that had four refrigerators, a big sink,
two microwaves, lots of cabinets, and a pretty white wooden
table that sat in the middle of it―just like a regular kitchen, only
this one was weirdly refrigerator-friendly. Everything was neat and clean. Stevie Rae opened one of the fridges. I peeked over her shoulder to see that it was filled with all kinds of drinks― everything from pop to lots of juices and that fizzy water that tastes nasty.
    "What do you want?”
    "Any brown pop is fine.” I said.
    "This stuff is for all of us," she said as she handed me two Diet Cokes and grabbed two Frescas for herself. "There're fruit and veggies and stuff like that in those two fridges, and lean meat for sandwiches in the other one. They're kept full all the time, but the vamps are pretty obsessed with us eating healthy, so you won't find bags of chips or Twinkies or stuff like that.”
    "No chocolate?”
    "Yeah, there's some really expensive chocolate in the cabinets. The vamps say chocolate in moderation is good for us.”
    Okay, so who the hell wants to eat chocolate in moderation? I kept the thought to myself as we walked back through the living room and headed upstairs to our room.
    "So the, uh, vamps"―I kinda stumbled over the word―"are big on healthy eating?”
    "Well, yeah, but I think basically just fledglings eating healthy. I mean, you don't see fat vamps, but you also don't see them chewing on celery and carrots and picking at salads. Mostly they eat together in their own dining room, and rumor has it that they eat well.” She glanced at me and lowered her voice. "I heard that they eat a lot of red meat. A lot of rare red meat.”
    "Eeesh," I said, not liking the bizarre visual image I suddenly got of Neferet gnawing on a bloody steak.
    Stevie Rae shivered, and went on: "Sometimes someone's mentor will sit with a fledgling at dinner, but they usually have just a glass or two of wine and don't eat with us.”
    Stevie Rae opened the door and with a sigh I sat on my bed and pulled off my shoes. God, I was tired. Rubbing my feet I wondered about why the adult vamps didn't eat with us, and then I decided I didn't really want to think about that long. I mean, it brought to mind too many questions like what are they really eating? And what will I have to eat when/if I become an adult vamp? Ugh.
    And, part of my brain whispered that it also made me remember my reaction to Heath's blood yesterday. Had that been only yesterday? And also my more recent response to the blood of that guy in the hall. No. I definitely didn't want to think about either of them―at all. So I quickly refocused on the healthy-diet issue.
    "Okay, they don't particularly care about eating healthy, so what's the big obsession with us eating healthy?" I asked Stevie Rae.
    She met my eyes, looking worried and more than a little scared.
    "They want us to eat healthy for the same reason they make us exercise every day―so that our bodies are as strong as possible, because if you start getting weak or fat or sick, that's the first sign that your body is rejecting the Change.”
    "And then you die," I said quietly.
    "And then you die," she agreed.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

    I didn't think I'd sleep. I figured I'd lay there and miss home and think about the bizarre twist my life had taken. Disturbing flashes of the guy in the hall's eyes drifted through my mind, but I was so tired I couldn't focus. Even Aphrodite's psycho hatefulness was something else that seemed sleepily far away. Actually, my last worries before I could remember nothing else were about my forehead. Was it feeling sore again because of the Mark and the cut over my temple―or was it because I was getting a ginormic zit? And would my hair look okay for my first day of vamp school tomorrow? But as I curled up with my comforter and inhaled the familiar smell of down feathers and home, I felt unexpectedly safe and warm…and was totally out.
    I didn't have a nightmare, either.