Hunted

Reluctantly Heath transferred me to Darius’s strong arms. The warrior looked grimly down at me. “I’m going to move fast. Remember to trust me.”

I nodded weakly, and even though I knew what was coming next, I was still amazed as Darius took off, moving with a speed that blurred the walls of the tu

It seemed only seconds had passed when Darius came to an abrupt halt in front of the blanketed entrance to Stevie Rae’s room. He shoved inside. Stevie Rae was sitting up, rubbing her eyes and peering blurrily at us. Then her mouth opened in utter shock and she bounded off the bed.

“Zoey! What happened?”

“Raven Mocker,” Darius said. “Clear those things off that table.”

Stevie Rae knocked the stuff off the table that sat by the end of her bed. I wanted to protest that she really shouldn’t make such a mess. I mean, I was sure she’d broken a glass or two and sent a whole bunch of DVDs flying across the room, but not only was my voice not working right, but I was really busy trying not to pass out from the terrible pain that was slicing through the top part of my body as Darius placed me on the table.

“What can we do? What can we do?” Stevie Rae repeated the question. I thought she looked like a little lost girl and I noticed that she was crying, too.

“Take her hand. Talk to her. Keep her conscious,” Darius said. And then he turned away and started throwing stuff out of the first aid kit.

“Zoey, can you hear me?” I could feel that Stevie Rae had hold of my hand, but just barely.

It took what felt like a superhuman effort, but I whispered, “Yeah.”

Stevie Rae clutched my hand harder. “You’re go

I wanted to tell her not to be silly, that she wasn’t making sense and I wasn’t going anywhere, but through the pain and the numbness I was starting to get a strange feeling. The only way I could describe it was as a sense of not-rightness. Whatever had happened, whatever was going on with me, that was the source of the not-rightness. And this new feeling, more than the blood—more than the fear in my friends’ faces—was telling me that something was so wrong with me that I might, indeed, be going somewhere.

It was then that the pain began to recede, and I decided that if this was what it felt like to die, then it was better than living and hurting like hell.

Heath burst into the room, came straight to me, and took my other hand. He barely looked at Stevie Rae. Instead, he smoothed the hair out of my face.

“How are ya, babe? Still holding on?”

I tried to smile at him, but he seemed so far away that I couldn’t make the change in expression reach him.

The Twins ran into the room with Kramisha close behind them.

“Oh no!” Erin stopped several feet from where I was and pressed her hand against her mouth.

“Zoey?” I thought Shaunee looked confused. Then she blinked several times, her gaze traveled down my body, and she burst into tears.

“That don’t look good,” Kramisha said. “Not good at all.” She paused and then her eyes went from me to Heath, whose attention was so focused on me I swear he didn’t look like he’d notice if a giant white elephant in a tutu danced into the room. “Ain’t that the human kid who was down here before?”

I don’t know why, but except for my own body, which didn’t seem to belong to me anymore, I had become majorly aware of everything that was going on around me. The Twins were holding hands and bawling so hard snot was ru

“Heath,” I managed to whisper.

“I’m here, babe. I’m not going anywhere.”

I did a mental eye roll. Heath and his heroics were cute and all, but I was afraid they were going to get him eaten by Stevie Rae’s red fledglings.

“Hey, ain’t you the human kid who was down here before? The one Zoey came after?” Kramisha had moved closer to Heath. Her eyes had taken on a red tint that was a gigantic warning sign. Was I the only one who could see danger in the intense way she was staring at him?

“Darius!” I finally gasped.

Thankfully, the warrior looked up from rummaging through the first aid kit. I flicked my eyes from his to where Kramisha was practically drooling on Heath and saw understanding cross Darius’s face.

“Kramisha. Leave the room. Now,” Darius snapped.

She hesitated, then dragged her red gaze from Heath to look directly at me. Go! I mouthed the word. Her eyes didn’t change, but Kramisha nodded once and walked quickly from the room.

It was then that Aphrodite slapped the doorway blanket aside and made her grand entrance. Looking seriously like poopie, she scowled at the room.

“Damn it, this Imprint is a pain in the ass! Stevie Rae, could you not get a handle on yourself and keep your emotional bullshit under control and show just a smidge of respect for those of us who can still have hangovers that would kill the average—” She finally managed to focus her blurry vision enough to actually see me. Her face, already pale and hollow-eyed, blanched so that it looked a sickly shade of fish-belly white. “Oh, Goddess! Zoey!” She started shaking her head back and forth, back and forth as she rushed over to me. “No, Zoey. No. I didn’t see this.” She was talking earnestly to me. “I never saw this. You beat the first death vision I had. The next one wasn’t supposed to be you being cut again. The next was supposed to be you drowning. No! This isn’t right!”

I tried to say something, but she’d already rounded on Heath.

“You! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I—I came to see if she was okay,” Heath stammered, obviously freaked by her intensity.

Aphrodite shook her head again. “No. You aren’t supposed to be here. This isn’t right.” She paused and her eyes narrowed at Heath. “You caused this, didn’t you?”

I watched Heath’s eyes fill with tears. “Yeah, I think I did,” he said.