I want you to owe me. Someday you're going to be a power ful High Priestess, more powerful even than Neferet. Someday I may need protection, and that's when you owing me will come in handy." I wanted to say that there was no way I could protect her from Neferet. Not now--maybe not ever. And I wouldn't want to. Aphrodite was messed up, and I'd already witnessed how selfish and hateful she could be. I didn't want to owe her; I didn't want anything to do with her. I also didn't have any choice. "Fine. I won't take you to Neferet. Now what did you see?"
"First give me your word that you owe me. And remember, this isn't an empty human promise. When vampyres give their word--be they fledgling or adult--it is binding."
"If you tell me how to save my grandma I give you my word that I will owe you a favor."
"Of my choice," she said slyly. "Yeah, whatever."
"You have to say it to complete the oath."
"If you tell me how to save my grandma I give you my word that I will owe you a favor of your choice."
"So it is spoken; so it shall be done," she whispered. Her voice sent chills up my back, which I ignored. "Tell me."
"I have to sit down first," she said. Suddenly shaky again, she collapsed onto the bench. I sat beside her and waited impatiently while she collected her self. When she started to talk I felt the stark horror of what she was saying pass through me, and I knew deep within my soul that what she was telling was a true vision. If Nyx was pissed at Aphrodite, the Goddess wasn't showing it tonight. "This afternoon your grandma will be on the Muskogee Turnpike on her way to Tulsa." She paused and cocked her head to the side, like she was listening in the wind for something. "Your birthday's next month. She's coming into town to get you a present." I felt a jolt of surprise. Aphrodite was right. My birthday was in December--I had a sucky December twenty-fourth birthday, so I never got to really celebrate it. Everyone always wanted to mush it in with Christmas. Even last year, when I was turning six teen and I should have had a big, cool party, I didn't get to do anything special. It was really annoying ... I shook myself. Now was not the time to get lost in my lifelong birthday complaint. "Okay, so she's coming into town this afternoon, and what happens?" Aphrodite narrowed her eyes, like she was trying to see out into the darkness. "It's weird. I can usually tell exactly why these accidents happen--like a plane doesn't work or whatever, but this time I was so tuned in to your grandma, that I'm not sure why the bridge breaks." She glanced at me. "That might be be cause this is the first vision I've ever had where someone I recog nize dies. It threw me off."
"She's not going to die," I said firmly. "Then she can't be on that bridge. I remember the clock on her car's dashboard said three fifteen, so I'm sure it happens in the afternoon." Automatically, I glanced at my watch-6:10 A.M. It'd be light in the next hour (and I should be going to bed), which meant that Grandma would be waking up. I knew her schedule. She woke up around dawn and went for a walk in the soft morning light. Then she came back to her cozy cabin and had a light breakfast before beginning whatever work needed to be seen to on her lavender farm. I'd call her and tell her to stay home, that she shouldn't even take a chance on driving anywhere today. She'd be safe; I'd make sure of it. Then another thought tickled at my mind. I looked at Aphrodite. "But what about the other people? I remember you said some thing about some kids in the car in front of you, and that car crashed and caught on fire."
"Yeah." I frowned at her. "Yeah, what?"
"Yeah, I was watching from your grandma's point of view and I saw a bunch of other cars crashing around me. It happened fast, though, so I couldn't really tell how many." She didn't say anything else, and I shook my head in disgust. "What about saving them? You said little boys died!" Aphrodite shrugged. "I told you my vision was confusing. I couldn't tell