and walked out of the dining hall through the glass doors and into the courtyard. Even though she was carrying a tray with her uneaten dinner on it, she didn't even pause to look at the table where her friends sat. I noticed that they glanced up as she passed, but then they looked hastily away. None of them met her eyes. Aphrodite ate outside in the dimly lit courtyard where she'd been eating for most of the past month. Alone. "Okay, she is just weird," Shaunee said. "Yeah, weird as in psycho bitch from hell," Erin said. "Her own friends won't have anything to do with her," I said. "Stop feeling sorry for her!" Stevie Rae said, sounding uncharacteristically pissed off. "She's trouble, can't you see that?"
"I didn't say she wasn't," I said. "I just commented that even her friends have turned their backs on her."
"Did we miss something?" Shaunee asked. "What's going on with you and Aphrodite?" Damien asked me. I opened my mouth to tell them about what I'd overheard ear lier, and was silenced by Neferet's smooth, "Zoey, I hope you don't mind if I pull you away from your friends tonight." I looked slowly up at her, almost scared about what I might see. I mean, last time I heard her voice she had sounded incredibly hateful and cold. My eyes lifted to hers. They were moss green and beautiful and her kind smile was just starting to look worried. "Zoey? Is something wrong?"
"No! I'm sorry. My mind was wandering."
"I'd like you to have dinner with me tonight."
"Oh, sure. Of course. No problem; I'd like that." I realized I was babbling, but there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. I hoped it would eventually stop. Kinda like how you can't have diarrhea forever--it eventually has to stop. "Good." She smiled at my four friends. "I need to borrow Zoey, but I will return her soon." The four of them gave her hero-worshiping grins and quick assurances that they were cool with whatever. I know it's ridiculous, but their easy release of me made me feel abandoned and insecure. But that's stupid. Neferet is my mentor, and High Priestess of Nyx. She's one of the good guys. So why was my stomach clenching as I followed her out of the dining hall? I glanced over my shoulder at my group. They were already talking away. Damien was holding up his chopsticks, obviously giving the Twins another lesson in how to maneuver them. Stevie Rae was demonstrating for him. I felt eyes on me and looked from them to the wall of glass that separated the dining area and the courtyard. Sitting alone in the night, Aphrodite was watching me with an expression that might almost be pity.
Chapter Seven
The vamps' dining hall wasn't a cafeteria. It was a very cool room that was directly above the students' dining hall. It, too, had a wall of arched windows. Wrought-iron tables and chairs were set up on the balcony that overlooked the courtyard below. The rest of the room was tastefully and expensively decorated with a variety of different size tables and even a few booths made of dark cherry-wood. There were no trays here and no serve-yourself buffets. Linens, china, and crystal were set tastefully on the tables, and long, thin white tapers burned happily in crystal holders. There were a few professors eating in quiet couples or small groups. They nodded at Neferet respectfully and smiled quick welcomes to me before going back to their meals. I tried to gawk at what they were eating without being too obvious, but all I saw was the same Vietnamese salad we'd been eating downstairs, and some fancy-looking spring rolls. There wasn't one sign of raw meat or anything that resembled blood (well, except for the red wine). And, of course, I really didn't need to bother about gawking. If they'd been feasting on bloody what ever I would have smelled it. I was intimately familiar with the delicious scent of blood .. . "Would the cool night bother you if we sat outside on the bal cony?" Neferet asked. "No, I don't think so. I don't feel the cold like I used to." I smiled brightly at her, reminding myself severely that she's an in tuitive and she was probably "hearing" pieces of the stupid stuff cascading through my mind. "Good, I prefer dining on the balcony in all seasons." She led me through the