Her big brown eyes had been huge and scared, and Heath had thought he'd never seen anyone who was so beautiful. He'd told her he liked her hair--in front of the whole cafeteria at lunch. She'd looked like she was going to cry, so he'd carried her tray for her, and sat with her, even though it wasn't cool to sit with a girl. That day she'd done something to his heart. She'd been doing something to it ever since. So, here he was, going to find a guy who had a piece of her heart because it was what was best for Zoey. Heath ran his hand through his hair. All of this would be over someday. Someday Zo would go back to Tulsa, and even though the House of Night would take up a bunch of her time, she'd be with him when she could. They'd go to the movies again. She'd come watch him play football at OU. It would be normal again, or as normal as it could be. He could hang in till then. When this crap with Kalona got straight--and Zo would get it straightened out, Heath was sure of it--when this crap was fixed, things would be better. He'd have his Zo back. Or at least as much of her as she could give him. And that would be enough. Heath followed the path that led away from the palace, still going in the general direction Stark had taken. He looked around and couldn't see much except the big stone wall on his left, and a parklike area filled with hedges that were almost as high as his head, on his right.

He studied the park as he walked, realizing the hedges created some kind of circular, interwoven pattern. He decided it must be one of those old mazes--a labyrinth, he finally remembered from the Greek mythology story about the Minotaur on the island of some rich king, whose name there was no way he could remember. Damn, he hadn't realized how dark it was until he'd gotten away from the lights of the palace. It was quiet out here, too. So quiet he could hear the lapping of the waves just on the other side of the wall. Heath wondered if he should yell out for Stark, but decided, nah, like Zo, he didn't mind a little time to himself. All this vamp stuff was a lot to take in, and it was normal that he needed time to process. Not that he couldn't deal with Stark and the other vamps. Hell, he kinda liked some of the vamps-- and fledglings, too. If it came right down to it, he actually thought Stark was an okay guy. It was just Kalona who was f**king things up. Then, as if his thoughts had drawn the immortal to him, Heath heard Kalona's voice drifting through the empty night, and he slowed down, careful not to crunch any loose stones on the path. It goes exactly as planned, Kalona was saying. I hate the subterfuge! I cannot bear that you pretend to be something you are not for her.

Heath recognized Neferet's voice and he inched forward. Keeping to the deepest of the shadows, he hugged the wall, being absolutely silent. The voices were coming from the park area, ahead and to his right, and as he moved forward, there was a break in the hedge, obviously an exit, and within the labyrinth Kalona and Neferet came into view. They were standing by a fountain. Heath breathed a shallow sigh of relief. The sound of the cascading water must have been what masked his footsteps. Pressing himself against the cold stone wall, he watched and listened. You call it pretense. I call it another point of view, Kalona said. Which is why you can lie to her and still seem to be telling the truth, Neferet snapped the words at him. Kalona shrugged. Zoey wants truth--so it is truth that I give her. Selectively, Neferet said. Of course. But do all mortals, vampyre, human, or fledgling, not select their own truths? Mortals. You say that as if you are so far removed from us. I am immortal, which makes me different. Even from you, though your Tsi Sgili powers are transforming you into something that is close to immortal. Yes, but Zoey isn't anything close to immortal. I still believe we should kill her. You are a bloodthirsty creature. Kalona laughed. What would you do, cut off her head and impale her as you did the other two who got in your way? Don't be ridiculous.

I wouldn't kill her the same way I did them. It would be too obvious. She could simply meet with an unfortunate accident when she visits Venice in the next day or so. Heath's heart was pounding so loud he was sure they'd be able to hear him. Neferet had killed Zoey's two professors! And Kalona knew about it and thought it was funny. No way would Zo believe there was any good in him after she heard about this. No, Kalona was saying, We will not have to kill Zoey. Soon she will come to me willingly; I've planted the seeds for that. All I need do is wait for them to bloom, and then her powers, which are vast even though she is mortal, will be at my disposal. Our disposal, Neferet corrected him. One of Kalona's dark wings swept forward, stroking the side of Neferet's body and causing her to sway toward him. Of course, my Queen, he murmured before he kissed her. Heath felt like he was watching  p**n , but he was trapped there. He couldn't move. He probably needed to stay until they were actually doing it, and then he could slip away, go to Zoey, and tell her everything he'd overheard. But Neferet surprised him by pulling away from Kalona. No. You can't make love to Zoey in her dreams, and then again with your eyes in front of everyone, and expect me to open my body to you.