"Here I must speak," Professor Penthasilea said. "I am not the only one of us to have received the High Council's most recent message. There is no Neferet and Kalona. Neferet has broken with her Consort since his spirit returned to his body and he regained consciousness. Neferet had him publically lashed, and then banished from her side, and from vampyre society for one century. Neferet spearheaded his punishment for the crime of killing the human boy.

The High Council ruled that Kalona, and not Neferet, was responsible for the crime."

"Yes, we know that, but--," Lenobia began.

"What are y'all talkin' about?" Stevie Rae interrupted, feeling like her head was going to explode.

"Looks like we ain't on the email list," Kramisha said, looking every bit as freaked out as Stevie Rae. As the clock outside began to chime midnight, Neferet stepped from within the hidden door that was the High Priestess's entrance to the Tulsa Council Chamber. She moved with purpose to the huge round table. Her voice was whip-like and full of confidence and command.

"I see I have returned none too soon. Would someone please explain to me why we have begun allowing fledglings access to our Council Meetings?"

"Kramisha is more than just a fledgling. She's a Poet Laureate and a Prophetess. Add to that the fact that I'm a High Priestess and I've invited her--all that gives her the right to be in this Council Meeting."

Stevie Rae swallowed the sick fear that came with confronting Neferet and was incredibly relieved that her voice sounded steady when she finally freed the words from the back of her throat. "And why aren't you in jail for Heath's murder?"

"Jail?" Neferet's laughter was cruel. "What impudence! I am a High Priestess, one who has earned that title and not simply been given it by default."

"And yet you avoid the question of your culpability in the human's murder," Dragon said. "I, too, did not receive communication from the Vampyre High Council. I would like an explanation of your presence, and why you were not held responsible for the behavior of your Consort."

Stevie Rae expected Neferet to explode at Dragon's questioning, but instead her expression softened and her green eyes filled with pity. Neferet's voice was warm and understanding when she answered the Sword Master. "I imagine the High Council is holding your communication because they are cognizant that you are still grieving deeply for your lost mate."

Dragon's face paled, but his blue eyes hardened.

"I did not lose Anastasia. She was taken from me. Murdered by a creature who was the creation of your Consort, acting under his command."

"I understand how your grief can taint judgment, but you need to know that Rephaim and the other Raven Mockers were not under orders to harm anyone. On the contrary, they were commanded to protect. When Zoey and her friends set the House of Night afire and stole our horses, they took that as an attack. They simply reacted."

Stevie Rae and Lenobia shared a quick look that telegraphed don't let them know who was in on what, and Stevie Rae kept her mouth shut, refusing to give up Lenobia's part in Zoey's "escape."

"They killed my mate," Dragon said, pulling everyone's attention to him.

"And for that I will be eternally sorry," Neferet said.

"Anastasia was a good friend to me."

"You chased Zoey and Darius and the rest of the gang," Stevie Rae said. "You threatened us. You commanded Stark to shoot Zoey. How do you excuse all of that?"

Neferet's beautiful face seemed to crumple. She leaned on the table, and sobbed softly. "I know ... I know. I was weak. I let the winged immortal taint my mind. He said Zoey had to be destroyed, and because I believed he was Erebus Incarnate, I also believed him."

"Oh, that's just a bunch of bull," Stevie Rae said. Neferet's emerald eyes skewered her.

"Have you never cared for someone, only to find out later that he was truly a monster in disguise?"

Stevie Rae felt all the blood drain from her face. She answered the only way she knew how--with the truth. "In my life, monsters don't disguise themselves."

"You did not answer my question, young Priestess."

Stevie Rae lifted her chin. "I'll answer your question. No, I've never cared for someone and not known what he was from the beginning. And if you're talkin' 'bout Dallas, I knew he might have issues, but I never expected him to turn to Darkness and go all crazy."

Neferet's smile was sly. "Yes, I heard about Dallas. So sad ... so sad." "Neferet, I still need to understand the ruling of the High Council. As Sword Master and Leader of the Sons of Erebus at this House of Night, I am entitled to be kept informed regarding anything that might compromise the security of our school, whether I am in mourning or not," Dragon said, looking pale but determined.