Oh, Zoey, yes it's me. It's so dark in the hall I almost didn't see you. Sister, I guess I'm lost. Can you point me in the right direction to my room? She smiled kindly, reminding me of Sister Mary Angela, even though she wasn't nearly as old. Keep going down this hall until you come to the stairwell. Take it up to the top floor, and I do believe the room you're sharing with Aphrodite is number thirteen. Lucky thirteen, I sighed. That figures. Don't you believe we make our own luck? I shrugged. Actually, Sister, I'm too tired to know what I believe right now. She patted my arm. Well, go on to bed then. I'll say a prayer to Our Lady for you.

Her intervention is better than luck any day. Thanks. I headed in the direction of the stairwell. By the time I got to the top floor I was sucking air like an old woman, and the scar that stretched across my chest was burning and throbbing in time with the fast beating of my heart. I opened the door, went out into the hallway, and leaned heavily against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Absently, I rubbed at my chest, wincing because it was still really sore. I pulled down the neck of my shirt, hoping the stupid wound hadn't broken open again. My breath caught as I saw the new tattooing that decorated either side of the raised red line. I'd forgotten about that, I whispered to myself. That's amazing! With a little squeal I let go of the front of my shirt and jumped back so suddenly that I bonked my head against the wall. Erik!

Chapter Eleven

I thought you knew I was here. It wasn't like I was trying to hide. Erik was slouching just a few feet away, next to a door that had a brass number thirteen emblazoned on it. He stood up and, with his signature handsome-movie-star smile, sauntered over to me. Damn, Z, I've been waiting here for you for ages. He bent and, before I could say a word, planted a major kiss smack on my mouth. I pushed against his chest and stepped sideways out of the embrace he'd started to pull me into. Erik, I'm not much in the mood for kissing. One of his dark brows went up. Really? Is that what you told Heath, too? I am so not going into this right now. Then when are you? The next time I have to watch you drink from your human boyfriend? You know what? You're right. Let's talk about it now. I could feel myself getting more and more pissed, and it wasn't just the fact that I was tired and stressed and Erik was being utterly insensitive that was making me so mad. I'd had it with Erik's possessiveness. Period. Heath and I are Imprinted. Either deal with it or don't. And this is the only discussion we're ever going to have about it. I watched his expression flare to totally pissed, but then, surprisingly, he clamped down on his temper. His shoulders slumped and he let out a long sigh that ended in a kind of half laugh.

You sound just like a High Priestess. Well, I don't feel much like one. Hey, I'm sorry. He reached out and brushed a strand of my dark hair back. Nyx gave you new tattoos, huh? Yeah. It was almost automatic for me to clutch the neck of my shirt and lean against the wall so that I was just out of his reach. It happened when Kalona was banished. Do you mind if I see them? His voice was deep and seductive--he'd hit the perfect boyfriend tone. But before he could move closer and think that he could help himself to looking down my shirt, I held up my hand like a stop sign. Not now. I just want to get some sleep, Erik. He'd stopped moving toward me and his eyes narrowed. So how's Stark? He's hurt. Bad. But Darius says he'll be okay. I kept my voice guarded. His attitude was making me feel seriously defensive. And you just came from his room, didn't you? Yes. Clearly frustrated, he ran his hand through his thick dark hair. It's just too much.

Huh? He threw his arms out to the side in what looked to me like a well-practiced dramatic gesture. All of these other guys! I have to put up with Heath because he's your consort and just when I'm trying to get used to that, this other guy shows up--Stark. Erik said the name with a sneer. Erik, I-- Acting like I hadn't tried to say anything, he spoke over me. Yeah, sworn to be your Warrior. I know what that means! He's always going to be with you. Erik-- Again I tried to get a word in, but he kept blaring over me. So I'm going to have to put up with him. And as if that's not bad enough, it's obvious there's something going on between you and Kalona! Come on! Everyone's seen the way the guy looks at you, He scoffed. Like that doesn't remind me of Blake? Stop. I spoke the word softly, but the anger and irritation that had been building inside me exploded at his sarcastic mention of Kalona, and spirit, that I'd so recently conjured, filled the word with a power that had Erik, eyes wide, taking a step back.

Let's get this over with, I continued. You do not have to put up with any other guy because as of this moment you and I are not together. Hey, I didn't-- No! It's my turn to talk. We're done, Erik. You're too possessive, and even if I wasn't exhausted and stressed out of my brain--two things that apparently don't matter at all to you--I still wouldn't be up for tolerating your crap. After everything you've put me through, you think you can just walk out on me like this? No. Feeling the spirit swirl around me I channeled it into my next words as I stepped forward, backing him down the hall. I don't think anything. I know this is how it's going to be. We're done. Now you need to go away before I do something I might, in like fifty years, be sorry for. I purposely pushed hard with the power of the element that was flowing through me, causing him to stumble. His face had gone utterly white. What the hell's happened to you? You used to be so sweet. Now you're a freak! And I'm sick of you cheating on me with everyone who has a dick. You should be with Stark and Heath and Kalona. They're what you deserve! He stomped angrily past me, slamming the door to the stairwell. Just as angry, I marched over to room number thirteen and flung open the door. And Aphrodite almost fell right out, face-first. Oopsie, she said, running her fingers through her always perfect hair. Guess I was, uh-- Listening to my big breakup scene with Erik? I finished for her. Yeah, that would be what I was doing.