Revealed

the wall, hugged her knees to her chest, and began rocking back and forth, back and forth. Three words repeated over and over through Zoey’s mind:
I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this…
    Zoey had no hope left.
    And then Aphrodite was yanked from Z’s point of view again and found herself hovering over the center of a great cathedral. Nauseated, she looked down to see that the parishioners were dead. All of them. Each of their throats were slashed and their bodies had been sucked dry of blood.
    A triumphant voice repeated three words over and over through Aphrodite’s mind:
I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this. I deserve this…
    With great power come great responsibilities
    Weigh the pleasure of leadership and luxury with the sword Damocles
    When she believes the ancient is the key to all her needs
    Then is when all will tumble down; then is when Light bleeds and bleeds…
    The piece of poetry repeated through Aphrodite’s mind as the final disturbing scene dissipated and her spirit exploded back into her blind, pain-filled body.
    “Darius!” she gasped, choking for air and pressing her hands against her closed, bleeding eyes.
    “I’m here! You are safe!” he said. “I’ll send for Zoey and—”
    “No!” with the last of her strength she told him. “Don’t let Z know. Don’t let anyone know.”
    “I will do as you say, my beauty. Rest. I will always keep you safe.”
    Then Aphrodite allowed herself to pass out.

CHAPTER FOUR
Zoey
    “I never thought I’d wish school wouldn’t have been canceled,” I said, while I paced restlessly back and forth across the dorm room floor. “I don’t know what the hell Thanatos was thinking. Going to class today would at least give us something to do. And tomorrow is Saturday. We do
not
need a long weekend.”
    Stark rolled over in bed, looking tousled and only half awake. He smiled his cute, cocky grin at me and did look totally cute and cocky, which wasn’t a bad thing. “If you come back to bed I’ll give you something to do.”
    Still, I was too worried to be in the mood, so I batted my eyes innocently and in a clueless voice asked, “You’ll give me
and
the entire school something to do? That’s ambitious, even for you, Stark.”
    “You know that’s not what I meant! Way to kill a mood, Z.”
    I paused in my pacing long enough to laugh and give him a quick kiss. “Sorry, I slept crappily. I kept having nightmares about Dallas and his disgusting friends planting pieces of the mayor’s bloody clothing in Thanatos’s desk, and Lenobia’s barn, and even Erik’s drama classroom. Then after the cops arrested all of them, Neferet swooped back here and said she’d be happy to do her old job again,
and
bring in a bunch of new teachers. In my dream Neferet was a big, black leech, and our new teachers were all giant spiders.” I shivered. “Eesh, I hate leeches. And spiders.”
    “Come here.” Stark patted the bed beside him.
    I sighed, but I sat. When he started kneading my shoulders I felt some of my tension begin to fade. “You always know how to make me feel better.”
    “Yep, and I always will. Just sit here for a little while and let me work on those knots in your shoulders, and try not to overthink everything for a few minutes.”
    “I don’t overthink. I prepare.” I meant to sound tough and High Priestess-like, but there was no way on earth I could sound like that when he was giving me a seriously excellent shoulder rub.
    “You overthink. And we are going to have plenty to do today. We’re going to go to the cafeteria and eat breakfast with our friends, and then we have to be sure all of our fledglings have rooms—especially our red fledglings. Z, we gotta be careful about where those kids spend the daylight hours. I’m with you in thinking Dallas is up to some shit, and I don’t want any of us hurt because he’s a mean little asshole.”
    “He seriously has anger control issues,” I said. I tried to pull away from Stark so that I could think better, but he tugged me back down beside him and kept working on my shoulders.
    “No, you sit here. We need to talk about stressful stuff, but you gotta learn to relax. The best way I can keep you from stressing totally out is to keep rubbing your shoulders.”
    “You may have to keep doing that for the next several days.”
    “That’s cool with me,” he said, and kissed my neck, making me shiver—this time in pleasure.
    “Well, good. That makes