"He isn't a Raven Mocker anymore." Stevie Rae sounded totally pissed-off.

"And yet he is still the being who murdered my mate." Dragon's voice was a lash.

"Hold!" Duantia's command shot from the computer. Even from thousands of miles away and through Skype, the power in her voice was a tangible presence in the room. "Neferet, let me be certain that I am absolutely clear about last night's events. Our Goddess, Nyx, appeared at your House of Night and forgave the Raven Mocker, Rephaim, and then gifted him with the form of a human boy during the night, and as penance cursed him with a bestial form of a raven during the day?"

"Yes," Neferet said.

Duantia shook her head slowly. "Neferet, there is a part of me-the remnants of a very young me, mind you-that understands your response to such unusual events, though you were mistaken. Simply put, you cannot expel a group of fledglings who have done nothing more than stand by their friends. Especially not this group of fledglings," Duantia said. "This group has been far too goddess-touched to be cast away."

"That kinda brings up the second thing I need to talk to you about," I said. "Because of the differences between red fledglings and regular fledglings, it's really better that they were expelled." I frowned. "Wait, that didn't come out right."

"What she means is we can't rest right unless we're underground," Stevie Rae explained for me. "And there isn't much underground here."

"So during daylight they'd like to stay in the tunnels under the Tulsa depot, and at night during the week they'd like to be bussed here for classes.

There aren't very many red fledglings in Stevie Rae's group, and except for me no blue fledglings left the school at all, so I'm thinking between me, a Red High Priestess, and two Changed Warriors, we should be able to handle ourselves okay over there." I fixed my face into a giant smile and beamed up at Neferet. "And I know Neferet is such an awesome High Priestess that she'll be able to handle all the changes going on over here." There was a long silence during which Neferet and I locked gazes. Finally Duantia said, "Neferet, what say you?" I caught a glimpse of smugness in her expression before Neferet turned to the camera. "After listening to your wisdom, Duantia, I do see that I made my decision too hastily last night. As someone who is, myself, newly forgiven by Nyx, I can only strive to emulate the Goddess's benevolence.

She clearly has special plans for Zoey and her group. Perhaps a resting place separate from us would be best. Of course they must still abide by the rules of this House of Night, and acknowledge me as their rightful High Priestess."

"Uh, not necessarily," I said, ignoring Neferet's piercing look and concentrating on Duantia. "The time I spent on Skye with Queen Sgiach really meant a lot to me. She and I got close. Sgiach even said she'd like me to mentor under her, that she would start opening up Skye to the modern world. Right now I can't be on Skye with her, but I'd still like to follow in her footsteps." I drew a deep breath and finished in a rush, "So, I want to officially declare the Tulsa Depot outside of the jurisdiction of the House of Night, like Sgiach has declared Skye." I looked directly at Neferet. "And just like Sgiach, I won't get in your business if you don't get in mine."

"You dare declare yourself a queen?" Neferet sounded stunned.

"Well, I didn't. But Sgiach did and so did her Guardian. Plus, Stark has been accepted as a Guardian. In the Otherworld he had the sword and everything. He's my Warrior, so kinda by default that means I'm being declared a queen. A little one, though," I added.

"This does not feel right to me," Neferet said.

"I agree with Neferet," Dragon said.

I stared at him, trying to telegraph: Really? Are you really saying you agree with Neferet after all you know about her? But Dragon looked past me as if he couldn't see me.

"I must consult the High Council on this matter, Zoey Redbird. We do not support the idea of vampyre queens. Vampyres are Priestesses and Warriors and Professors, and the various life paths that spring from those callings. That has long been our tradition."

"But Sgiach is a queen," I insisted. "She has been for centuries. That has to be long enough to be a tradition, too."

"Not a vampyre tradition!" Duantia's raised voice made the little hairs on my arms lift. The Leader of the High Council drew a deep breath, obviously steadying herself, before she continued in a calmer tone. "Sgiach is barely considered vampyre. She has maintained her existence separate from us for many centuries. We have an uneasy truce with her by default. We cannot enter her isle. She will not leave it." Duantia paused and lifted a brow. "Has that changed, Zoey? Is Sgiach planning on leaving Skye?"