Tempted

tier of seats in the front and off to the side of the seven chairs. “The rest of you may fill in the row back there.” She ushered Damien, Jack, and the Twins into seats several tiers behind us saying, “Remember, you may only speak if the Council recognizes you,” Erce said.
    “Yeah, yeah, I remember,” I said. Something about Erce was annoying me. Okay, she was Lenobia’s friend, so I wanted to like her, but since Aphrodite’s freak-out she’d stepped in and been acting like she was seriously the boss of me and all my friends. I’d insisted Darius stay with Aphrodite, so I’d basically watched without saying much as Erce had droned on and on about the rules of the High Council and What Not to Do.
    Okay, a fallen immortal and a rogue ex–High Priestess were trying to manipulate the Vampyre High Council. Wasn’t clueing them in to that a little more important than being polite?
    Of course, Damien, Jack, and the Twins all chimed in with innocent, intimidated “okays.”
    “I’m gonna be back here behind you, sitting next to Damien and Jack. I’m not feeling the love in this place for humans, so I’m keeping a low profile,” Heath said.
    I saw Stark exchange a long look with him. “You watch her back,” he said.
    Heath nodded. “I’ll always have her back.”
    “Good. I’ll focus on everything else,” Stark said.
    “Got it,” Heath said.
    And they weren’t kidding. They weren’t being sarcastic or testosteroney or overly possessive guy-like. They were so worried that they were working together.
    That made me really,
really
paranoid.
    I know it was ridiculous and immature, but I felt a terrible longing for my grandma. I wished with everything inside me that I was curled up in her cottage back at her Oklahoma lavender farm, eating popcorn that was too buttery, watching a marathon of Rodgers andHammerstein musicals, and the worst thing I had to worry about was how much I totally didn’t get geometry.
    “The Vampyre High Council!”
    “Remember to stand up!” Erce whispered over her shoulder to me.
    I squelched an eye roll. The big room fell absolutely silent. I stood up with everyone else, and then gawked as seven of the most perfect creatures I’d ever seen strode into the room.
    All of the High Council were women, but that much I’d known already. Our society is matriarchal, so it figures that its governing council would be female. I knew that they were old, even for vampyres, and they were. Of course you couldn’t tell their age from just looking at them. All you could tell was how incredibly beautiful and amazingly powerful they were. On one hand it gave me a little squee of pleasure to see proof that even though vamps did age and, eventually die, they didn’t get all grossly Shar-Pei–looking and full of wrinkles. On the other hand, the sense of power they exuded was totally intimidating. Just thinking about speaking in front of them, let alone the rest of those in the cathedral, grim, silent vampyres, made my stomach want to turn itself inside out.
    Stark covered my hand with his and squeezed. I held tight to him, wishing I was older and smarter and, quite frankly, a better public speaker.
    I heard the sound of someone else entering the room and glanced over to see Neferet and Kalona walking confidently down the stairs to fill two empty places in the same bottom row tier we were on, only the two of them sat directly in front of the High Council. As if they’d waited for them to arrive, the Council sat down, signaling to us it was okay to sit, too.
    It was hard not to stare at Neferet and Kalona. She’d always been beautiful, but in just the couple of days since I’d last seen her, she had changed. The air around her seemed to vibrate with power. She was wearing a dress that reminded me of ancient Rome, flowing like a toga. It made her look like a queen. At her side Kalona was spectacular. It sounds stupid to say that he was only half dressed: He had on black slacks—no shirt—no shoes, but he didn’t look stupid. He looked like a god who had decided to walk the earth. His wingsswept around him like a cape. I knew everyone’s eyes were on him, but when he looked at me and our gazes met, the world fell away and there was just Kalona and me.
    The memory of our last dream blazed between us. I saw in him Nyx’s Warrior, the incredible being who had stood beside her and then fell because he loved her too much. And in his eyes I saw vulnerability and a clear question. He