Untamed

"Better check your BFF. She's kinda losing it."
    I blinked. Even though I'd been gawking at Stevie Rae, I hadn't been seeing her. She was standing in the middle of the room—what used to be our room up until a month ago, when her death had completely and utterly changed everything forever—staring around her with big tear-filled eyes.
    "Oh, honey, I'm sorry." I hurried to her and gave Stevie Rae a hug. "It must be hard for you to be back here." She felt stiff and odd in my arms, and I pulled away a little so that I could look at her.
    The expression on her face chilled my blood. The teary-eyed shock had been replaced by anger. I wondered for an instant why her anger looked familiar—Stevie Rae rarely got pissed. And then I realized what I was recognizing. Stevie Rae looked like she had before I'd cast the circle and she'd been given back her humanity. I took a step away from her.
    "Stevie Rae? What's wrong?"
    "Where's my stuff?" Her voice, like her face, was just plain mean.
    "Honey," I said gently. "The vamps take a fledgling's stuff away when she, uh, dies."
    Stevie Rae turned narrowed eyes on me. "I'm not dead."
    Aphrodite moved so that she was standing beside me. "Hey, don't get all mental on us. The vamps think you're dead, remember?"
    "But don't worry," I said quickly. "I made them give me back a bunch of your things. And I know where the rest of your stuff is. I can get it all back if you want it."
    And just like that, the meanness vanished and I was looking at my best friend again. "Even my lamp made outta a cowboy boot?"
    "Even that," I said, smiling at her. Hell, I'd be pissed, too, if someone had taken all my stuff.
    Aphrodite said, "You'd think if someone died, at least their shitty non-fashion fashion sense would change. But no. Your bad taste is fucking immortal."
    "Aphrodite," Stevie Rae told her firmly, "you really should be nicer."
    "And I say whatever to you and your countrified Mary Poppins outlook on life," Aphrodite said.
    "Mary Poppins was British. Which means she wasn't countrified," Stevie Rae said smugly.
    Stevie Rae sounded so much like her old self that I gave a little happy shout and threw my arms around her again. "I'm so darn glad to see you! You're really okay now, aren't you?"
    "Kinda different, but okay," Stevie Rae said, hugging me back.
    I felt an amazing wash of relief that drowned out the kinda different part of what she'd said. I guess I was just so glad to see her, whole and herself again, that I had to hold that knowledge safe and special inside myself for a while, and that need didn't let me consider that there could be any leftover problems with Stevie Rae. Plus, I remembered something else. "Hang on," I said suddenly. "How did you guys get back on campus without the warriors going crazy?"
    "Zoey, you really gotta start paying attention to the stuff that's going on around you," Aphrodite said. "I walked through the front gate. The alarm's down, which I imagine makes sense. I mean, I got the same school notification call on my cell about winter break being over I bet everyone else who was away from campus got. Neferet had to unzap this place or she'd go insane dealing with all the alarms the returning students would set off, not to mention the zillions of delicious Sons of Erebus who are descending on this place like yummy presents for us students."
    "Don't you mean all the alarms would make Neferet go more insane than she already is?"
    "Yes, Neferet is definitely batshit crazy," Aphrodite said, for an instant in complete agreement with Stevie Rae. "Anyway, the alarm's gone, even for humans."
    "Huh? Even for humans? How do you know that?" I asked.
    Aphrodite sighed, and with a weirdly slow motion–like movement, she brought the back of her hand up and wiped it across her forehead, causing the outline of the crescent moon to smear and partially rub off.
    I gasped. "Oh, god, Aphrodite! You're . . ." My words sputtered out as my mouth refused to say it.
    "Human," Aphrodite supplied for me in a flat, cold voice.
    "How? I mean, are you sure?"
    "I'm sure. Damn sure," she said.
    "Uh, Aphrodite, even though you're human, you're definitely not a normal human," Stevie Rae said.
    "What does that mean?" I asked.
    Aphrodite shrugged. "Doesn't mean shit to me."
    Stevie Rae sighed. "You know, you're lucky you turned into a human and not a wooden boy, 'cause with all the lying you're doin', your nose would be like a mile long."
    Aphrodite shook her head in disgust. "Again with the bad