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on her very large butt with his hat. The Percheron mare almost sorta took off.
    Lenobia explained what Bonnie was doing—how she was following a cloverleaf pattern—in exaggerated time. But still, when the giant mare came charging down the center with Travis whooping, and the arena floor seeming to shake, we all cheered and clapped.
    And that was just the beginning of the fun. For almost an hour we took turns running the barrels with our chosen horses. Persephone was “my” mare. I adored every inch of her beautiful roan hide. She could move, too! Persephone totally knew how to run a cloverleaf. As Stevie Rae would’ve said, all I had to do was to make like a tick and stick tight to her.
    For that time—for those fifty-something minutes—I forgot about Neferet and Stark and Aurox and Heath and the Change and Old Magick. For a little while I was a girl again, laughing and riding a horse, and loving life.
    It was over too soon. Usually grooming Persephone helped to quiet my mind. Today it had the opposite affect. Maybe it was because I hadn’t thought at all while I’d been riding her, but as I swiped her off and worked through her mane with the currycomb, my problems roared.
    Worrying about what Neferet was up to should have been my biggest problem, followed by trying to figure out how my Seer Stone and Old Magick were working—or
not
working—but what kept circling around and around in my mind was the Heath/Aurox/Stark situation.
    Holy crap, I’d licked blood from the kid’s finger.
    What the hell was I going to do?
    “Good job today, Zoey.”
    Lenobia’s voice startled me and Persephone tossed her head at my jumpy reaction. I soothed the mare and gave Lenobia an apologetic look. “Sorry, my mind wasn’t here.”
    “I completely understand.” She leaned against the stall doorjamb. “Grooming Mujaji is like taking a sleeping pill for me. She’s made me so relaxed I’ve even curled up in her stall and slept afterwards.”
    I sighed. “Yeah, Persephone usually does that for me, too.”
    “But not today?”
    I shook my head. “Not today.”
    “Want to talk about it?”
    I almost gave her my automatic,
that’s okay, I’m fine,
answer, but then I remembered how she’d said she’d waited to find Travis for more than two hundred years. She must know about complicated love—plus, Lenobia was more than just a professor, she was my friend. I changed my auto answer. “Yeah, if you have time, I do want to talk about it.”
    Lenobia pulled a bale of hay into the stall and sat. “I have time.”
    I drew a deep breath, not sure where to begin.
    “Just groom the mare and talk. The rest will come naturally,” Lenobia said.
    I grabbed the soft curry brush and followed the sleek pattern of Persephone’s coat. And I talked.
    “I know it’s normal, actually it seems to be kinda expected, for a High Priestess to choose more than one guy, but I just don’t get how they do it.”
    Lenobia laughed.
    “What’d I say?”
    “Oh, Zoey, I apologize. I’m not really laughing at you. It’s just that I forget how very young you are and how many things there are about vampyres that you don’t truly understand.”
    “Like how to juggle more than one guy,” I said, nodding.
    “Well, perhaps, but it seems to me that the first thing you should understand is that High Priestesses are not
expected
to have more than one lover at a time. They simply have the option to choose more than one partner without being judged, as would a human woman in today’s culture.” Lenobia crossed her legs and leaned back against the stall wall, as if she were settling in for a long, intimate talk. “Zoey, think about what your life-span will be when you complete the Change.”
    “If I complete it,” I said.
    Lenobia smiled. “I have confidence in you, so let’s say
when
you complete it. Do you know how old I am?”
    “Old,” I said before thinking. “Uh, sorry. It’s not like you look old or anything.”
    “I am not offended. I was born in the year 1772.”
    “That is really old!” I blurted.
    Her smile widened. “If fate is good to me, I have probably only lived half of my life-span. Since 1772 I have loved only one man, but that was my choice—my vow. Most vampyres find several loves during their lifetimes. Sometimes they are already involved with another vampyre when they meet a new human love—sometimes it is the other way around.”
    “So, it’s not about being expected to have lots of guys at the same