"I know." Purposefully I made myself sound unsure and even a little scared (the scared part wasn't exactly pretense). "But it's just too weird that I dreamed that Heath was over by the east wall, and that he was grabbed there."

"What grabbed him, Zoey?" Detective Marx's voice was ur gent. He was definitely taking me seriously. "I don't know." Which definitely wasn't a lie. "I do know they weren't fledglings or vampyres. In my dream four cloaked figures dragged him away."

"Did you see where they went?"

"No, I woke up screaming for Heath." I didn't have to fake the tears that filled my eyes. "Maybe you should search everything around the school. Something's out there, and something's taking kids, but it's not us."

"Of course it's not us." Neferet came over to me and put her arm around me, patting my shoulder and making soft mom sounds. "Gentlemen, I think Zoey's had more than enough up setting for one day. Why don't I introduce you to Shaunee and Erin, who, I'm sure, will collaborate her alibi." Alibi. The word sounded chilling. "If you remember anything else, or have any other odd dreams, please don't hesitate to contact me, anytime day or night," Detec tive Marx said. This was the second time he'd given me his card--he certainly was persistent. I took his card from him and thanked him. Then as Neferet led him from the room Detective Marx hesitated and walked back to me. "My twin sister was Marked and Changed fifteen years ago," he said softly. "She and I are still close, even though she was supposed to forget her human family. So when I say you can call me anytime, and tell me anything, you can believe me. You can also trust me."

"Detective Marx?" Neferet stood in the doorway. "Just thanking Zoey again, and telling her how sorry I am about her roommate," he said smoothly as he strode from the room. I stayed where I was, trying to collect my thoughts. Marx's sis ter was a vampyre? Well, that really wasn't so bizarre. What was bizarre is that he still loved her. Maybe I could trust him. The door clicked shut and I jerked in surprise. Neferet was standing with her back to it, watching me carefully. "Did you Imprint with Heath?" I had an instant of cold, white panic. She was going to be able to read me. I'd been fooling myself. There was no way I was any kind of a match for this High Priestess. Then I felt the brush of a gentle, impossible breeze ... the warmth of an invisible fire .. . the freshness of a spring rain ... the green sweetness of a fertile meadow ... and the powerful infilling of elemental strength flowing into my spirit. With new confidence I met Neferet's eyes. "But you said I didn't. You told me before that what happened between him and me on the wall wasn't enough to Imprint." I made sure my voice sounded confused and upset. Her shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. "I don't think you Imprinted with him then. So, you're saying you haven't been with him since? You haven't fed from him again?"

"Again!" I let myself sound as shocked as I always felt at the disturbing, yet seductive thought of feeding on Heath. "But I didn't really feed on him then, did I?"

"No, no, of course not," Neferet reassured me. "What you did was very minor, very minor indeed. It's just that your dream made me wonder if you'd been with your boyfriend again."

"Ex-boyfriend," I said almost automatically. "No. But he's been texting and calling me a bunch lately, so I thought it would be best if I met him and tried to make him understand, once and for all, that we can't see each other anymore. I'm sorry. I should have told you, but I really did want to solve it myself. I mean, I got myself into the mess. I should be able to handle getting myself out of it."

"Well, I do commend your sense of responsibility, but I don't think it was wise to make the detectives believe your dream might have been a vision."

"It just seemed so real," I said.

"I'm sure it did. Zoey, did you take the medicine I asked you to drink last night?"

"You mean that milky stuff? Yeah, Shaunee gave it to me." And she had, but I'd poured the crap down the sink. Neferet looked even more relaxed. "Good. If you keep having disturbing dreams, come to me and I'll give you a stronger mix ture. That should have kept the nightmares from you, but clearly I underestimated the dosage you required." The dosage wasn't all she'd underestimated. I smiled. "Thanks, Neferet. I appreciate that."

"Well, you should return to your friends, now. They are quite protective of you, and I'm sure they're worried." I nodded and walked with her back to the living room, careful not to show my disgust when she hugged me in front of everyone and said good-bye with the warmth of a mom. Actually, she was exactly like a mom, specifically my mom, Linda Heffer. The woman who had betrayed me for a man and cared more about herself and appearances than she cared about me. The similari ties between Neferet and Linda were becoming clearer and clearer.