Tempted

and one side of her face was all bruised and swollen. I swear I’d never seen her before in my life.
    “Who the heck are you?” I asked.
    “I’m Red.” She smiled shyly and shrugged. “Yeah, my name’s obvious, but that’s me. Um, you guys don’t know me because I just got Marked. Right before the ice storm hit. Professor Anastasia was my mentor.” She swallowed hard and blinked back tears.
    “I’m really sorry,” I said, thinking how awful it must be for her to be newly Marked, newly uprooted from her family and everything she’d ever known, and plopped down in the middle of this mess.
    “I tried to help her, too,” Red said. A tear escaped and slid down her face. She brushed it away, wincing as the movement caused pain in her arm. “But that huge Raven Mocker slashed my arms and then threw me against a tree. I couldn’t do anything but watch when he—” Her voice broke on a sob.
    “Did none of the professors stand with you?” Darius asked, his voice sounding harsh, though it was obvious his anger wasn’t directed at Red.
    “The professors knew the Raven Mockers had simply become overexcited because Neferet and her consort were highly upset. We knew better than to further agitate them,” said Sapphire in a clipped voice from where she and Margareta still stood in the entrance to the infirmary hallway.
    Incredulous, I turned to face her. “
They simply became overex-cited
? Are you kidding me? Those creatures were attacking House of Night fledglings and none of you did anything about it because you didn’t want to agitate them?”
    “Unforgivable!” Darius almost spat the word out.
    “And what about Dragon and Professor Anastasia? They obviously didn’t buy into your whole don’t-agitate-them theory,” Stark said.
    “Wouldn’t you know more about what happened than anyone, James Stark? I recall that you were very close to Neferet and Kalona. I even remember seeing you leave the school with them,” said Margareta smoothly.
    Stark took a step toward her, his eyes beginning to glow a dangerous red. I grabbed his wrist. “No! Fighting our own isn’t how we win this,” I said to him before I rounded on the two vampyres. “Stark went with Neferet and Kalona because he knew they were attacking me
and
Aphrodite
and
Damien
and
Shaunee
and
Erin
and
a whole abbey full of nuns.” With every
and
I’d taken a step toward Sapphire and Margareta. I could feel the elemental force of spirit, which I’d so recently called on to soothe Dragon, swirling dangerously around me. The vampyres felt it too, because they’d both stumbled several steps away from me. I stopped and got a handle on my temper, lowering my voice and my blood pressure. “He stood with us
against
them. Neferet and Kalona are not who you think they were. They’re a danger to everyone. But right now I don’t have time to try to convince you of something that should have been obvious to you when the winged guy exploded from the ground in a shower of blood. Right now I’m here to help these kids, and since you seem to have a problem with that, I think it would be a good idea if you scuttled to your rooms like the rest of the House of Night.”
    Looking shocked and offended, the two vampyres backed from the entryway and hurried up the stairwell that led to the professors’ rooms. I sighed. I’d told Stark we couldn’t win this by fighting our own, and then I’d threatened them. But when I turned to our little infirmary group, I was met with grins, cheers, and clapping.
    “I’ve wanted to tell those cows off since we got here,” called Denio from her room as she beamed a smile at me.
    “And they call
her
Terrible,” Aphrodite said, obviously referring to the fact that Denio, in Greek, means terrible.
    “I’m just good at sensing what people are feeling. I can’t smack them around with an element or five,” Denio said. She rubbed her wounded arm absently then turned her attention from me to Aphrodite. “Hey, I shouldn’t have been such a bitch to you the last couple months. Sorry about that.”
    I expected Aphrodite to puff up and tell her about herself. I mean, Denio had been awful to her—as had all of Aphrodite’s supposed friends.
    “Yeah, well, all of us screw up now and then. Forget about it,” Aphrodite said, totally surprising me.
    “You sound all grown,” I said to her.
    “Don’t you have a circle to cast?” she said.
    I grinned at her because I swear her cheeks looked pink. “Actually, I