"No," Shaunee repeated, staring out the window. "Go back and think about how she's been acting for the past couple of days, but especially today. Pissed doesn't describe her."

I did think about it. Erin had been cold. She'd been unemotional. And that's about all she'd been. "Well, you're right. Now that I really think about it she hasn't been much of anything except detached, and that feels weird," I said.

"You know what's weirder, she's showing more feeling than Erin." Shaunee pointed out the window at the little professors' courtyard not far from the edge of the parking lot. A girl was sitting beside the fountain there. As we drove past there was just enough light to glimpse that she had her face in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking as if she was bawling her heart out.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"Nicole."

"The red fledgling Nicole? Are you sure?" I rubber-necked, trying to get a better look at her, but we were already heading down the tree-lined driveway and my view of the girl was completely obscured.

"I'm sure," Shaunee said. "I saw her there on the way to the bus."

"Huh," I said. "Wonder what's going on with her?"

"I think things are changing for a bunch of us, and sometimes that just plain sucks."

"Anything I can do to make it less sucky for you?" I asked.

Shaunee looked at me then. "Just be my friend."

I blinked in surprise. "I am your friend."

"Even without Erin?"

"I like you better without Erin," I said honestly.

"I do, too," Shaunee said. "I do, too."

In a little while I went back to my seat beside Stark and let him put his arm around me. I rested my head against his shoulder and listened to his heartbeat, leaning on his strength and his love.

"Promise me you won't freak out on me and become some cold, distant stranger," I said softly to him.

"I promise. No matter what," he said with no hesitation. "Now, clear your mind of everything except the fact that I'm going to force you to try a different pizza tonight."

"No Santino? But we love that pizza!"

"Trust me, Z. Damien told me about the Athenian pizza. He said it's the ambrosia of pizzas. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I'm thinking it's better than good, so we're going for it."

I smiled, relaxed beside him and pretended, for the short ride from the House of Night to the depot, that my biggest problem was choosing to expand my pizza horizons.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Grandma Redbird

Sylvia greeted the sun with joy and thanksgiving and a heart that felt lighter than it had for years-lighter even than it had the morning before when she'd faced Aurox and chosen love and forgiveness over anger and hatred.

Her daughter was dead, and though she would feel Linda's loss for the rest of this lifetime, Sylvia knew that she was finally free of the wasteland her daughter's life had become. Linda rested in the Otherworld with Nyx, content and pain-free. The knowledge made the old woman smile.

Sitting at her crafting desk in the workroom of her cottage, she hummed an ancient Cherokee lullaby as she chose from the various herbs and stones, crystals and threads, picking a long, thin blade of sweet grass to wrap around a bundle of dried lavender. This dawn she would sing to the sun while the cleansing smoke of sweet grass and the soothing scent of lavender mixed and bathed her along with the sunlight. As she created the smudge stick Sylvia's thoughts turned from her biological daughter to Zoey, the daughter of her spirit.

"Ah, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya, I do miss you so," she said softly. "I will call you today when the sun sets. Your voice will be good to hear." Her granddaughter was young, but she had been specially gifted by her Goddess, and even though that meant Zoey had unusual responsibilities to bear, it also meant she had the talent to rise to meet the challenges that came with those added responsibilities.

And that had Sylvia's mind turning to Aurox-the boy who was a beast. "Or is he a beast who is a boy?" While her hands worked, the old woman shook her head. "No, I will believe the best of him. I name him tsu-ka-nv-s-di-na. Bull instead of beast. I have met him, looked into his eyes, watched him weep with regret and loneliness. He has a spirit-a soul-and therefore a choice. I will believe that Aurox will choose Light, even if Darkness resides within him. None of us is entirely good. Or evil." Sylvia closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of grass and herbs. "Great Earth Mother, strengthen the good within the boy and allow tsu-ka-nv-s-di-na to be tamed."