the members of the Prefect Council to have an imprint of his or her handprints made so that the fledg ling's handprint will be preserved forever. Tonight six of the seven members of the new Council can do that." I blinked at her. Great. She was finally giving me credit for something, and it was Damien's idea. "Thank you for the pres ent," I said, and then added quickly, "And it was Damien's idea to make handprints, not mine." Her smile was blinding, and when she turned it on Damien I didn't have to look at him to know that he practically wriggled with pleasure. "And what a lovely idea it was, too, Damien." Then she addressed the entire room again. "I am pleased that Nyx has gifted this group so fully. And I say blessed be to all of you, good night!" She dropped to the floor in a graceful curtsy. Then, to the cheers of the fledglings, she rose and made a skirt-flowing, mag nificent exit. Which left me standing in the middle of an un-cast circle feel ing like I was all dressed up with nowhere to go.
Chapter Twenty-One
It took forever to get everyone settled down and in place for the ritual to begin, especially because I couldn't show how I was re ally feeling--which was pissed. Not only would no one under stand, but also no one would believe what I was beginning to see: that there was something dark and wrong about Neferet. And why should anyone understand or believe me? I was, after all, just a kid. No matter what powers Nyx had given me I was totally not in the same league with a High Priestess. Besides that, no one ex cept me had witnessed the little puzzle pieces that were fitting to gether to create such a terrible picture. Aphrodite would understand and believe me. I hated that the thought was true. "Zoey, just let me know whenever you're ready and I'll start the music," Jack called from the back corner of the rec hall where all the audio equipment was kept. Apparently the new kid was a ge nius with electronics, so I'd instantly drafted him to run the mu sic for the ritual. "Okay, just a sec. How about I nod at you when I'm ready?"
"Fine with me!" he said with a grin. I backed up a few feet, realizing that, ironically, I was now standing almost exactly where Neferet had stood not long before. I tried to clear my mind of all the confusion and negatives that were swirling in it. My eyes traveled around the circle. There was a fairly large group of kids present--actually more than I had ex pected to show. They had quieted down, though there was still a general air of excitement in the room. The white candles in their tall glass containers illuminated the circle in a clean, bright light. I could see my four friends standing in their positions, waiting expectantly for me to begin the ritual. I focused on them and the wonderful gifts they had been given, and got ready to nod at Jack. "I thought I'd volunteer my services to you." Loren's deep voice had me jumping and making an unattrac tive little squeaking noise. He was standing behind me in the en tranceway. "Crap, Loren! You scared me so bad I almost peed on myself!" I blurted before I had time to control my dorky mouth. But I was telling the truth, Loren had me clutching my pearls in a total freak-out. Apparently he didn't mind my inability to control my mouth. He gave me a long, slow, sexy smile. "I thought you knew I was here."
"No. I was a little distracted."
"Stressed, I bet." He touched my arm in a gesture that prob ably looked innocent. You know, friendly and professorially sup portive. But felt like a caress, a really warm caress. His widening smile made me wonder about his vamp intuitiveness. If he could read any part of my mind I would just die. "Well, I'm here to help you with that stress." Was he kidding? Just the sight of him made me lose my mind. Stress free around Loren Blake? Not hardly. "Really? How are you going to do that?" I asked with just a hint of a flirty smile, very aware that the entire room was watching us and that the entire room included my boyfriend. "I'll do for you what I do for Neferet."