"Sorry. I know I can trust you. I'm just … I don't know." I shook my head, frustrated by my own confusion. "Okay, weird stuff has happened today."
"You mean more than the normal weirdness that goes on around here?"
"Yeah. Loren Blake came into the library today while I was there. He was the first person I talked to about the Prefect Council idea and my new ideas for the Dark Daughters."
"Loren Blake? As in the most gorgeous vamp any of us have ever seen? ness . I better sit down." Stevie Rae collapsed on her bed.
"That's who I mean."
"I can't believe you haven't said anything about this until now. You must have been dying."
"Well, that's not all. He … uh ... touched me. And more than once. Okay, actually I saw him more than once today. Alone. And I think he wrote me a poem."
"What!"
"Yeah, at first I was sure it was perfectly innocent and I was imagining anything else. In the library we just talked about the ideas I had for the Dark Daughters. I didn't think it meant anything. But, well, he touched my Mark."
"Which one?" Stevie Rae asked. Her eyes were huge and round and she looked like she was going to explode.
"The one on my face. That time."
"What do you mean that time!"
"Well, after I got done with brushing Persephone I wasn't in any hurry to get back to the dorm. So I went for a walk over by the west wall. Loren was there."
"Ohmydearsweetlord. What happened?"
"I think we flirted."
"You think!"
"We were laughing and smiling at each other."
"Sounds like flirting to me. God, he is so totally gorgeous."
"Tell me about it. When he smiles at me I can hardly breathe. And get this—he recited a poem to me," I said. "It was a haiku a man wrote about looking at his naked lover in the moonlight."
"You have got to be kidding!" Stevie Rae started fanning herself with her hand. "Get to the touching part."
I took a deep breath. "It was really confusing. Everything was going really well. Like I said, we were laughing and talking. Then he said he was out there by himself because that's how he gets inspired to write haiku—"
"Which is insanely romantic!"
I nodded and continued. "I know. Anyway, I told him I hadn't meant to mess up his inspiration and bother him, and he said that more things inspired him than just the night. And he asked me if I'd be his inspiration."
"Holy shit."
"Exactly what I thought."
"Naturally you said you'd be happy to inspire him."
"Naturally," I said.
"And ..." Stevie Rae prompted eagerly.
"And he asked to see my Mark. The one on my shoulders and back."
"He did not."
"He did."
"Man, I would have peeled off my shirt faster than you can say Bubba loves trucks!"
I laughed. "Well, I didn't take my shirt off, but I slid my jacket down. Actually, he helped me."
"Are you telling me Loren Blake, Vampyre Poet Laureate and hottest f-ing male on two feet, helped you off with your jacket like an old-time gentleman?"
"Yeah. Like this." I demonstrated by pushing my jacket down around my elbows. "And then I don't exactly know what came over me, but all of a sudden I wasn't all nervous and stupid-acting. I took the strap of my tank off for him. Like this." I pushed my tank strap down, exposing my back and shoulder and a good part of my breast (relieved all over again that I had on my good black bra). "That's when he touched me. Again."
"Where?"
"He traced the pattern of my Mark on my back and shoulder. He told me that I look like an ancient vampyre queen and recited the poem to me."
"Holy shit," Stevie Rae said again.
I plopped down on my bed facing her and sighed, pulling the strap of my tank back up. "Yeah, it was amazing for a little while. I was sure we connected. Really connected. I think he almost kissed me. Actually, I know he wanted to. And then, out of nowhere, he changed. He got all polite and formal and thanked me for showing him my Mark and then he walked away."
"Well, that's no big surprise."
"It sure as hell was to me. I mean, one second he was staring into my eyes and sending major signals that he wanted me and the next—nothing."
"Zoey, you're a student. He's a teacher. This is a vamp school and a whole different world from life at a normal high school, but some things don't change. Students are off-limits to teachers."
I chewed at my lip. "He's only a part-time, temporary teacher."
Stevie Rae rolled her eyes. "As if that matters."
"That's not all that happened. I just found this poem in my locker." I handed her the piece of paper with the haiku on it.
Stevie Rae sucked air. "Ohmygoodness. This is so romantic I could die. How? How did he touch the Mark on your back?"
"Jeesh, how do you think? With his finger. He traced the pattern." I swear I could still feel the heat of that touch.
"He recited a love poem to you, touched your Mark, and then wrote a poem for you …" She sighed dreamily. "It's like you're Romeo and Juliet with the whole forbidden lovers thing." In the middle of fanning herself dramatically she stopped and sat straight up again. "Ah oh, what about Erik?"
"What do you mean, what about Erik?"
"He's your boyfriend, Zoey."
"Not officially," I said sheepishly.
"Well, shoot, what does the kid have to do to make it 'official'? Get down on one knee? It's been pretty obvious this past month that y'all are dating."
"I know," I said miserably.
"So do you like Loren more than you like Erik?"
"No! Yes. Oh, hell, I don't know. It's like Loren's in a whole other world. And it's not like he and I can really date, or whatever." But I wasn't so sure about the whatever. Could Loren and I see each other secretly? Did I want to?
As if she could read my thoughts Stevie Rae said, "You could sneak around and see Loren."
"This is ridiculous. He probably doesn't even feel like that about me." But even as I said the words I remembered the heat of his body and the desire in his dark eyes.
"What if he does, Z?" Stevie Rae was studying me carefully. "You know, you're different than the rest of us. No one has ever been Marked like you before. No one has ever had an affinity for each of the five elements. Maybe the same rules don't apply to you.
My gut clenched. Since I'd arrived at the House of Night I had been struggling to fit in. All I really wanted was to make this new place my home—to have friends I considered family. I didn't want to be different and I didn't want to play by different rules. I shook my head and said through clenched teeth, "I don't want it to be like this, Stevie Rae. I just want to be normal."
"I know," Stevie Rae said softly. "But you are different. Everyone knows that. Plus, don't you want Loren to like you?"
I sighed. "I'm not sure what I want, except that I know I don't want anyone to find out about Loren and me."
"My lips are sealed." Stevie Rae, little Okie dork that she is, pantomimed zipping her lips closed and throwing the key away over her shoulder. "No one's gonna get a word from me," she mumbled through half-sealed lips.
"Hell! That reminds me, Aphrodite saw Loren touching me."
"That hag followed you out to the wall!" Stevie Rae squeaked.
"No no no. No one saw us out there. Aphrodite walked into the media center when he was touching my face."
"Ah, crap."