The Raven Mocker only killed her because you pissed them off by running away and then fighting Kalona, who a bunch of us think really is Erebus. Get a clue, Becca. Kalona isn't Erebus. He's the Raven Mockers' dad. He created them by raping Cherokee women. Erebus wouldn't do that. Has that occurred to the whole bunch of you? She acted like she hadn't heard a word I'd said. Everything was fine when you were gone. Now you're back and everything's screwed up again. I wish you would just leave for good and let the rest of us do what we want to do. The rest of you? You mean like the kids in the infirmary who were almost killed by your winged friends. Or do you mean Dragon, who is out there mourning the death of his wife by himself? That only happened because of you. No one was attacked before you took off. Seriously, are you not hearing a word I'm saying? Hey, Becca.

Stark was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, just behind Becca. She turned her head, tossed her hair, and gave him a flirty smile. Hey there, Stark. Erik's free meat, he said bluntly. She blinked and looked a little confused. He and Zoey broke up, he added. Oh, really? She tried to sound nonchalant, but her body language gave away her pleasure. She glanced back at me. It's about time he dumped you. Other way around, you . . . you . . . bitch! I blurted. Becca actually took a step toward me, raising her hand like she was going to try to hit me, which shocked me so badly that I didn't even think about calling one of the elements to smack her down. Thankfully, Stark wasn't so shocked, and he stepped quickly between us. Becca, I've done enough bad to you. Don't make me toss you out of here. Just walk away, he said, looking very warriorlike and dangerous.

Becca backed down instantly. Oh, whatever. Like I care enough about her to mess up my nails? She spun around and huffed out. I opened my pop and took a long drink before saying, Well, that was really disturbing. Yeah, I must be losing it. The real me would never stop a good girl fight. I rolled my eyes at him. You're such a guy. Come on, let's get upstairs where there's less crazy. We walked out of the kitchen and had to go through the main dorm room to get to the stairs, which meant jumping back into a whole bunch of crazy. Becca was all whispery with the biggest cluster of kids, though she stopped talking to give me the stank eye, which was the same stank- eye-kill-you-dead that all the other kids were giving me, too. I picked up the pace and practically vaulted up the stairs. Okay, that's freaky, Stark said as we hurried to my dorm room.

I just nodded. It was hard for me to find the words to describe how it felt to me that almost everyone at my school, my home, obviously hated my guts. Opening the door to my room, I was instantly assaulted by an orange ball of fur that hurled herself into my arms as she "mee-uf- owed" like a disgruntled old woman. Nala! I ignored her annoyance and kissed her on the nose, which made her sneeze in my face. I laughed and juggled my brown pop to my other hand so I didn't spill it or my cat. I've missed you, little girl. I pressed my face into her soft fur, which stopped her complaining and started her purr machine. When you're done making out with your cat, we have stuff to discuss--important stuff, Aphrodite said. Oh, don't be so odious, Damien told her. Ode this, Damien. Aphrodite made a rude gesture at him. Stop it! Lenobia spoke before I could tell them to be quiet.

The body of my good friend is still smoldering out there and I don't feel like listening to teenage bickering. Aphrodite and Damien actually muttered apologies and looked uncomfortable, which I decided was an excellent cue for me to start talking. Okay, so, every single one of those kids down there is hating my guts. Really? They were just being Stepfords when we came in, Damien said. Really, Stark said. I almost had to pull that Becca girl off Zoey. I could see by the looks on Aphrodite and Damien's faces that they were remembering Stark's not-so-nice past. Neither of them said anything. That doesn't surprise me, Lenobia said. I looked at the Horse Mistress. What is going on? Kalona's gone. Way gone. Like I don't even think he's in the country anymore. How can he still be affecting fledglings? And vampyres, Damien added. No other professor except for you came out to be with Dragon.

That means the rest of them are still under Kalona's influence, too. Or they're simply allowing fear to defeat them. Lenobia said. It's hard to tell whether they're afraid, or whether the demon began something within them that is still at work, even though he's no longer present. He isn't a demon, I heard myself say. Lenobia gave me a sharp look. Why would you say that, Zoey? I shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny and sat on my bed, curling Nala into my lap. It's just that I know things about him, and one of the things I know is that he isn't a demon. What difference does it make what we call him? Erin asked. Well, true names are powerful, Damien said. Traditionally using someone's true name in a spell or ritual can be more binding than sending out energy generally, or even just using their first name. You make a good point, Damien.