"My u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya, come away from this terrible sight," she said.

Still I did not look away. So when Neferet's body began to convulse I saw it. I watched everything. Her arms and legs flailed. Her hair lifted. Her back arched. And then the Tsi Sgili seemed to dissolve. From within the folds of her blood-soaked clothes, thousands of black spiders exploded, skittering into the gutter and disappearing into the darkness.

Then I looked away. I faced Thanatos. "She's not dead."

The High Priestess of Death answered me, though I hadn't framed the words as a question.

"I do not know." Thanatos looked pale and shaken. "I have never seen, never even imagined, what we all just witnessed."

I felt very quiet inside. I wasn't tired. I wasn't crying. I wasn't pissed. I was just very, very calm. "I think we better get ready. My gut says Neferet is going to come at us again," I said.

"Yes, Priestess. I agree," Thanatos said.

I put my arm around Grandma's waist, and let her lean on me. "You need to go to the hospital," I told her gently.

"No, my u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya. I need only to go home."

I looked into her gentle eyes. "I understand completely, Grandma. Stark and I will get you home."

"You have to do something first," Stark said.

"She can kiss you and tell you she loves you later. Let's get out of here. The spider thing was the cherry on this shit sundae of a night. I need a bath and a Xanax," Aphrodite said.

I didn't say anything. I was getting a weird vibe from Stark. "Wait here. Everyone needs to see this." He squeezed my hand and then he went into the penthouse. He came back a second later, holding my Seer Stone from its broken chain.

It was Lifesaver-shaped again, and looked totally harmless. I knew better, so when he handed it to me I handled it gingerly, like the unexploded bomb it was, and I was stuffing it into my jeans' pocket when Stark stopped me.

"No, don't put it away. Lift it. Point it at Aurox. Say the spell again."

"Huh?" Suddenly I didn't sound so grown and together and brilliant.

"Me?" Everyone turned to stare at Aurox. Well, the kid looked like crap. His clothes were all ripped up and his face and hands were bruised and bloody. "Why me?"

"Because when you gored Neferet I caught your reflection in that magick mirror. Everyone needs to see what I saw," Stark said. "Do the spell thing again, Zoey."

"I don't even know if it'll work again. It's that old magick stuff. It's weird and totally unpredictable," I said.

"Recite the spell, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya," Grandma said.

"I don't have-"

Stark handed me the crumpled purple paper. "Yes, you do."

"Well, okay then." I lifted the Seer Stone, and pointed it at Aurox. Even before I started reciting from the paper I could feel the heat radiating off of it.

"Ancient mirror

Magick mirror

Shades of gray

Hidden

Forbidden

Within, away

Part the mist

Magick kissed

Call the fey

Reveal the past

The spell is cast

I save the day!"

My voice wasn't as powerful as it had been the first time, but the words were strong and clear, and at the end of the spell the Seer Stone changed again, expanding to a reflective circle pointing right at Aurox.

"Holy shit. It's true," Aphrodite said. "That's the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and I've seen some weirdness."

Grandma limped to Aurox. She touched his cheek. He was staring at the mirror with tears in his eyes. He looked from it to her.

"I knew I was right to believe in you, tsu-ka-nv-s-di-na," Grandma told him. "Thank you for saving me, child." When she leaned forward he bent and she gave him a soft, mom kiss on the cheek.

"You need to look in the mirror, Z," Stark said.

"No I don't." I felt weirdly numb. "I know what Heath looks like."

Aurox was staring in the mirror again. "So, that is Heath?"

"Yeah," Stark said with a sigh. "That's Heath. Which means somehow you're a friend of mine."

Aurox was still looking at his reflection when his expression changed. He smiled and said, "Good to see you again."

Something about his voice made me shiver.

Then Aurox looked from the mirror into my eyes. "And you?" he asked me. "What was Heath to you?"

Lots of answers flitted through my mind: he was my problem-my pain in the butt-my lover-my Consort-my rock-my forever boyfriend.