Tempted

channeling the elements in the infirmary had taken from me.
    As if reading my mind, he whispered, “You’ll be able to sit down soon. And I’ll find something for you to eat and drink.”
    “Thank you,” I whispered back. He took my hand and together we went to Lenobia and Dragon. The cats were quiet, though both were pressed against Dragon’s body. His bruised and battered face was wet with tears, but he’d stopped crying.
    “Dragon, I need Lenobia to come with me for a little while. I don’t want to leave you here alone, but I really do need to talk to her.”
    He looked up at me. I thought I’d never seen anyone so sad.
    “I won’t be alone. Shadowfax and Guinevere will be with me, and our Goddess will be with me,” he said. His gaze returned to the pyre. “I’m not ready to leave Anastasia yet.”
    Lenobia squeezed his shoulder. “I will return soon, my friend,” she said.
    “I will be here,” Dragon said.
    “I’ll wait with Dragon. Kramisha doesn’t really need me. She already has enough fledglings to boss around,” Jack said to me. He and Damien had joined us. Duchess stopped several feet away and was lying on the grass with her nose on her paws. The cats paid no attention to her. “I’d like to stay with you, that is, if you don’t mind,” he finished, speaking to Dragon nervously.
    “Thank you, Jack,” Dragon said, his voice catching on a sob.
    Jack nodded, wiped his eyes and, without saying anything else, sat next to Dragon and began gently petting Shadowfax.
    “Well done you,” I said softly to Jack.
    “I’m proud of you,” Damien whispered to Jack and kissed him gently on the cheek, which made Jack smile through his tears.
    “Okay,” I said. “Let’s meet in my room.”
    “Lenobia, Zoey has to take a detour through the kitchen,” Stark said abruptly. “She and I will meet you in the dorm as soon as possible.”
    Lenobia nodded absently, already walking toward the dorms with Damien, Erin, and Aphrodite.
    “Why are—,” I started, but Stark cut me off.
    “Just trust me. This is what you need.”
    He took my elbow and guided me toward the center of the school building where the entry hall led to the cafeteria. We were almost to the doors when he said, “Go on in to the cafeteria. I gotta grab something and then I’ll be right with you.”
    Too tired to question him, I went in. It was weird how deserted everything was. The lobby was lit by half the gaslights that usually blazed at this time of night. I glanced up at a clock. It was a little past midnight. School should be going on. There should be fledglings and vamp professors all over. I wished the place was packed. I wished I could turn back time and make the past two months disappear so I could go back to worrying about Aphrodite being a mean girl and Erik being an untouchable hottie.
    I wanted to go back to a time when I didn’t know anything about Kalona or A-ya or death and destruction. I wanted normal. I wanted it so bad I felt sick.
    I walked slowly into the cafeteria, which was also completely empty, and darker than the hallway had been. There were no yummy food smells, no clusters of kids gossiping about other kids, no professors giving dirty looks to kids sneaking Doritos.
    I stumbled over to the picnic bench–like booth I usually shared with my friends and let my knees give out, sitting heavily on the well-polished wood. Why had Stark told me to come in here? Was he going to attempt to cook for me? For a second the vision of him with an apron tied around his waist was almost funny. Then I realized why he’d pushed me to come in here. One of the fridges in the massive school kitchen was kept filled with baggies of human blood. At that moment he was probably grabbing several bags o’ blood and would bring them for me to drink like thick red juice boxes.
    Okay, I know it’s gross, but the thought made my mouth water.
    Stark was right. I had to recharge, and a bag o’ blood (or two) would be a good way to do that.
    “Zo! There you are! Stark said you’d be in here.”
    I blinked in surprise and turned to see Heath walking into the cafeteria—alone.
    And I suddenly understood that I’d only been partially right. Stark had gone to get me blood, but instead of it coming from the side-by-side, stainless steel kitchen refrigerators, my blood was coming from the cutie football player Heath.
    Ah, hell.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Rephaim

    Awakening was difficult. Even in the wispy realm that was the