"hello, Shaunee," he said. "Are you well?"

"Yeah, I guess. I have one more load of my stuff to haul from Erin's room to my new place down there." She pointed her thumb behind her at the darkness. "And, yes, I know I'm gonna have to string lights."

"You need light?"

She grinned, held up her hand, palm flat, blew on it, and a little flame appeared, dancing merrily. "Well, not really, but anyone who wants to come visit probably does."

"I'll help you do that tomorrow if you'd like," he heard himself saying, and then suddenly wished he hadn't. What if she was like most of the other fledglings, and really didn't want much to do with him?

He needn't have been worried. Shaunee didn't reject him. Actually, her grin got bigger. "That'd be awesome. I was gonna try to put some up when I brought back the last load of stuff, but moving sucks and all I really want to do is curl up on my very comfy new bed and rewatch the last episode of Game of Thrones on my iPad. I really like me some Daenerys."

"Stevie Rae and I have been watching that, too. You know it has ravens in it."

"Yeah, and dragons and dead things and a cool dwarf, which should be all whatthefuckery and crazy, which it is but in a good way." She bit her lip and looked like she was trying to decide whether to say more, so Rephaim just stood there, waiting, even when his skin began to tingle. Finally, Shaunee said in a very small voice, "Erin never liked it. She said it was too Dungeons and Dragons dorkified, and I agreed out loud with her, but I used to sneak and watch it while she was sleeping."

Rephaim wasn't sure how he should respond to that. He didn't really understand why the two girls used to need to act as if they were one person, so he also found it difficult to understand why they both, in their own ways, seemed so upset and lost now. "Maybe you could watch it with Stevie Rae and me when the new season begins?" he offered.

"Would Stevie Rae make buttered popcorn? She used to make awesome buttered popcorn."

"She still does, so yes, I'm saying she will make the popcorn. With butter."

"Oooh, yum. I'm in. And, thanks, Rephaim."

"You are welcome. I must go now..." he trailed off as he began moving away from her toward the basement exit to above.

"Hey, I heard about Aphrodite's vision. I just wanta say I hope you don't get dead."

"I hope I don't get dead, either." He paused, and then added, "If something does happen to me, would you call that phone you gave Father and tell him?"

"Yeah, of course. But nothing's gonna happen to you. I hope. And, plus, you don't have to get dead-you can call that phone whenever you want to, you know, just to talk to him."

Rephaim realized he'd never even thought of something so simple, so mundane, so normal-to just call his father. "I will. Soon," he said, and he meant it. "I'll see you after sunset."

"See ya," she called.

Then Rephaim did have to hurry through the last part of the tunnel and rush up the iron ladder and through the basement, but he didn't mind. His last thought before the raven and the sky overtook his human mind was that he was glad Shaunee and Erin had stopped being one person because Shaunee, all by herself, was a nice girl. And along with Damien and maybe even Zoey, they might possibly be the first true friends he'd ever had ...

Kalona

There was something about the night that wouldn't let him rest. His sons were asleep, warm and safe and nesting in the three hunters' blinds. He should have been sleeping, too. Instead he found himself out on the ridge, sitting on a huge, flat-topped boulder, thinking.

The iPhone was in his hand. He considered the modern world and the strange magick it had developed. He couldn't decide if he liked it better than the ancient world. Certainly, it was more comfortable. Absolutely, it was more complicated. But better? Kalona tended to believe it was not.

He looked at the phone. The fledgling had given it so that he could contact Rephaim, yet the boy was not listed in the contacts. Silly, useless thing, he thought. And then, on second thought, he realized Stevie Rae was in the contact list. Contact the Red One and he would contact his son.

He did not want to speak with the Red One. She was at the root of his problems. Had she not interfered, Rephaim would be here, by his side, as was the proper order of things.

Or Rephaim would be dead after bleeding out, broken and alone that terrible night. And would that not have been a better, more fitting end for my son than to be shackled to a young vampyre and her unforgiving Goddess?