Rae? Oh, honey. Are you still grieving her loss?"
"Not exactly, Grandma," I said slowly. "There's really a lot to explain."
"Then you should get started. Something tells me we're getting ready to run out of the luxury of time," Grandma said.
"First, you should know that I haven't told you all of this, because Neferet is involved in it--in a bad way. And she's majorly psychic. So whatever I tell you, she may be able to pick out of your brain, and that's not good," I said.
Grandma thought about that while she pulled the chair away from my desk and made herself comfortable. "Jack, sweetheart," she said. "I would really like a glass of cold water. Do you think you could scare up one for me?"
"I have Fiji in the fridge in my room," Aphrodite said.
"That would be lovely," Grandma said.
"Go ahead and get it for her. But don't touch anything else," Aphrodite said.
"Not even your--"
"Not even."
Jack pouted, but he hurried out to get the water for Grandma. "So, I'm guessing all the rest of you are up to date about the things Zoey is getting ready to tell me?" Grandma asked the group in general when Jack returned.
They all nodded, looking round-eyed and baby bird?like.
"And how are you all keeping Neferet from picking your brains?"
"Well, it's just theory right now, but we figure if we focus on thinking about shallow, silly, teenage things," Damien said.
"Like shoe sales and whatnot," Erin explained.
"Yeah, the whatnot being cute guys or homework stress," Shaunee added.
"Then she won't think to look any deeper," I finished. "But Neferet underestimates us. I don't think she'd make the same mistake with you, Grandma. She already knows you follow the Cherokee ways--that you're in touch with the spirit of the land. She might look deeper into you no matter what is buzzing around in the front of your mind."
"Then I will have to clear my mind and practice the meditation skills I have been using since I was a girl." Grandma's smile was confident. "She cannot force herself into my mind, not if I block her first."
"What if she's Queen of the Tsi Sgili?"
Grandma's smile faltered. "You truly believe that might be so, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya?"
"We think she might be," I said.
"Then we are all in the gravest of dangers. You must tell me everything."
And so I did--with the help of Aphrodite, Damien, the Twins, and Jack, we caught Grandma up on everything, even though I will admit to glossing over the part about Stevie Rae not being totally herself. Aphrodite shot me a look during that part, but she didn't say anything.
As she heard all of it, Grandma's weather-lined face got grimmer and grimmer. I also gave everyone details about the latest Raven Mocker attack. Finally I concluded with explaining to her how Stark's death might not be permanent, and how Stevie Rae and Aphrodite and I had decided that, as morbid and disturbing as it sounded, we needed to keep an eye on his, well, corpse.
"And so Jack was supposed to have installed the nanny cam in the morgue," I said. "Did you, Jack? I saw some of your persionary tactics." I gave Duchess a grin and ruffled her ears. She woofed softly and licked my face. Maleficent and Beleezebub, who were curled up together near the door (seems hateful cats attract each other--who knew?) lifted their heads and hissed in unison. Nala, who was sleeping on my pillow, barely opened her eyes.
"Oh, yeah, in all the excitement I almost forgot!" Jack jumped up and went over to where he'd laid his man purse--or "satchel," as he liked to call it--on the floor by the door. He carried it back to me and then pulled out a weird, mini TV-screen thing. He played with some knobs and then, with a grin of victory, handed it to me. "Voil?! Thus you can view the--hopefully--sleeping guy."
Everyone crowded around, peeking over my shoulder. Bracing myself, I pressed the ON button. Sure enough, the little screen showed a black-and-white picture of a small room with a big oven-looking thing at one end, a bunch of metal shelves lining all the visible walls, and a single metal table (body-sized), on which lay a human form covered in a sheet.
"Icky," the Twins said.
"Not pleasant," Aphrodite said. "Maybe we should turn it off while the d-o-g is in here," Jack said.
I was all for that and turned the knob to OFF, not liking the feeling of spying on the dead.
"That's the boy's body?" Grandma asked, looking kinda