Untamed

you didn't have to go."
    "It'll be fine. You'll see. This'll all work out." Then she crawled out the window. I watched her start to climb down the sheer side of the dorm. She looked creepily buglike until her body rippled and practically disappeared. Actually, had I not known she was there, I would never have seen her at all.
    "It's like she's one of those lizards that can change the color of their bodies to match their surroundings," Aphrodite said.
    "Chameleons," I said. "That's what they're called."
    "Are you sure? Gecko sounds more Stevie Rae–ish to me."
    I frowned at her. "I'm sure. Stop being such a smart aleck and help me close the window."
    With the window closed and the drapes drawn again, I sighed and shook my head. More to myself than to her, I said, "So what are we going to do?"
    Aphrodite started to paw through the chic little Coach purse she wore like decoration over her shoulder. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to use this ridiculous eyeliner pencil to draw my Mark back. Can you believe I found this shade at Target?" She shuddered. "Like, which of the fashion-challenged would even wear it? Anyway, I'm going to fix this thing, then I'm going to go to the stupid meeting Neferet called."
    "I meant, What are we going to do about all this life-and-death stuff that's going on? "
    "I don't fucking know! I don't want this." She pointed at her fake Mark. "I don't want any of this. I just want to be what I was before you showed up here and all hell broke loose. I want to be popular and powerful and dating the hottest guy in school. Now I'm none of those things, and I'm a human who has scary visions and I don't know what to do about any of it."
    I didn't say anything for a second, thinking about the fact that I had been the cause of Aphrodite's losing her popularity, her power, and her boyfriend. When I did finally speak, I surprised myself by saying exactly what was on my mind.
    "You must hate me."
    She stared a long time at me. "I did," she said slowly. "But now it's mostly myself I hate."
    "Don't," I said.
    "And why the hell shouldn't I hate myself? Everyone else hates me." Her words sounded sharp and mean, but her eyes were filled with tears.
    "Remember the hateful thing you said to me not too long ago when you thought I was perfect?"
    A small smile tilted up her lips. "You'll have to remind me. I've said lots of hateful things to you."
    "Well, this particular time you said something about the fact that power changes people and that it makes them mess up."
    "Oh, yeah. It's coming back to me now. I said power changes people, but I was talking about the people around you."
    "Well, you were right about them and me, and I understand that now. I also understand a lot of the stupid things you've done." I smiled and added, "Not all of the stupid things you've done, but a lot of them. Because now I've done my share of stupid things, and I kinda think I'm not done doing stupid things—as depressing as that is."
    "Depressing, but true," she said. "Oh, and by the way, while we're talking about power changing people, you need to remember that when you're dealing with Stevie Rae."
    "What do you mean?"
    "Exactly what I said. She's changed."
    "You're gonna have to do better than that," I said, getting a sick feeling in my stomach.
    "Don't pretend like you didn't notice anything weird about her," Aphrodite said.
    "She's been through a lot," I justified.
    "My point exactly. She's been through a lot, and it's changed her."
    "You've never liked Stevie Rae, so I don't expect you to suddenly start getting along with her, but I'm not going to listen to you talk crap about her—especially after she just offered to let you come with her so that you don't have to stay here and pretend to be something you're not." I was working myself up into getting really pissed, and I couldn't tell if that was because what Aphrodite was saying was hateful and wrong, or because what she was saying was a scary truth I didn't want to face.
    "Did you ever think that maybe she wanted me to go with her because Stevie Rae doesn't want me to spend any time with you?"
    "That's stupid. Why would she care? She's my best friend, not my boyfriend."
    "Because she knows I've seen through her little act and that I'll tell you the real deal about her. The truth is that she's not what she used to be. I don't know exactly what she is now, and I don't think she knows either, but she's definitely not good ol' white-bread Stevie Rae anymore."
    "I know she's