Marked

Still laughing, Stevie Rae practically skipped over to me and linked her arm with mine. "You really stood up to her!”
    "I really did.”
    "She really, really hates your guts.”
    "She really, really does.”
    "You know what that means?" Stevie Rae said.
    "Yep. I don't have any choice now. I'm going to have to take her down.”
    "Yep.”
    But I knew that I'd had no choice even before Aphrodite tried to scratch my eyes out. I hadn't had any choice since Nyx had placed her Mark on me. As Stevie Rae and I walked together in the gaslight-illuminated richness of the night, the Goddess's words repeated over and over through my mind: You are old beyond your years, Zoeybird. Believe in yourself and you will find a way. But remember, darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

    "I hope the rest of them can find it," I said, glancing around me while Stevie Rae and I waited by the big oak tree. "It didn't seem this dark last night.”
    "It wasn't. It's really cloudy tonight, so the moon's having trouble shining through. But don't worry, the Change is doing really cool things for our night vision. Heck, I think I can see as good as Nala." Stevie Rae scratched the cat affectionately on her head and Nala closed her eyes and purred. "They'll find us.”
    I leaned against the tree and worried. Dinner had been good― seriously yummy broiled chicken, seasoned rice, and baby snow peas (one thing I could say for this place, they could really cook)―yeah, everything had been great. Until Erik had come by our table and said hi. Okay, it wasn't really a "hi, Z, I still like you" hi. It was a "hi, Zoey." Period. Yep. That was it. He'd gotten his food and was walking with a couple other guys the Twins called hotties. I will admit that I didn't even notice them. I was too busy noticing Erik. They came to our table. I looked up and smiled. He met my eyes for a millisecond, said, "Hi, Zoey," and walked on. And all of a sudden the chicken didn't taste nearly as good.
    "You just hurt his ego. Be nice to him and he'll ask you out again," Stevie Rae said, bringing me and my thoughts back to the present under the tree.
    "How'd you know I was thinking about Erik?" I asked. Stevie Rae had quit petting Nala, so I reached down to scratch the cat on top of her head before she started complaining at me.
    "'Cause that's what I'd be thinking about.”
    "Well, I should be thinking about the circle I have to cast but have never cast before in my entire life, and the purification ritual I have to perform, and not some boy.”
    "He's not 'some boy: He's some fiiine boy,” Stevie Rae drawled, making me laugh.
    "You must be talking about Erik," Damien said, stepping out of the shadow of the wall. "Don't worry. I saw the way he was looking at you at lunch today. He'll ask you out again.”
    "Yeah, take it from him," Shaunee said.
    "He is our group expert on All Things Penile," Erin said as they joined them under the tree.
    "Quite true,” Damien said.
    Before they could make my head hurt I changed the subject. "Did you get the stuff we need?”
    "I had to mix the dried sage and lavender together myself. I hope it's okay that I tied them like this." Damien pulled the smudge stick of dried herbs out of his jacket sleeve and handed it to me. It was thick and almost a foot long, and right away I smelled the familiar sweetness of lavender. He'd wrapped the bundle tightly together on one end with what looked like extra-thick thread.
    "It's perfect.” I smiled at him.
    He looked relieved, and then said, a little shyly, "I used my cross-stitch thread.”
    "Hey, I told you before you shouldn't be ashamed that you like to cross-stitch. I think it's a cute hobby. Plus, you're really good at it," Stevie Rae said.
    "I wish my dad thought so," Damien said.
    I hated hearing the sadness in his voice. "I wish you'd teach me sometime. I've always wanted to learn how to cross-stitch," I lied, and was glad to see Damien's face brighten.
    "Anytime, Z," he said.
    "How about the candles?" I asked the Twins.
    "Hey, we told you. Easy…" Shaunee opened her purse and pulled out green, yellow, and blue votives in correspondingly colored thick glass cups.
    "Peasy." From her purse Erin took a red and purple votive in the same kind of colored containers.
    "Good. Okay, let's see. Let's move over here, a little way from the trunk, but close enough that we're still standing under the branches." They followed me as I walked a few