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Dead.
    “Does the Goddess reveal anything to you when you look at her, Prophetess?” asked the tall, thin woman who had spoken to her before.
    Aphrodite dropped Darius’s hand and slowly knelt next to Zoey. She glanced at Stark then, as he was kneeling directly across Z from her, but he didn’t move. He hardly blinked. All he did was weep silently and stare at Zoey.
Is this what Darius would be like if somethinghappened to me?
Aphrodite shook away the morbid thought and re-focused on Zoey. Slowly, she reached out and rested her hand on her friend’s shoulder.
    Her skin was cool to the touch, as if she were already dead. Aphrodite waited for something to happen. But she got not even the slightest twinge of a vision or a feeling or anything.
    With a sigh of frustration, Aphrodite shook her head. “No. I can’t tell anything. I can’t control my visions. They just hit me, whether I want them to or not, and the truth is, it’s usually a case of not.”
    “You aren’t using all of the gifts Nyx has given you, Prophetess.”
    Surprised, Aphrodite looked up from Zoey to see the dark-eyed vampyre had risen, and was gracefully approaching her.
    “You are a true Prophetess of Nyx, are you not?” she asked.
    “Yeah, I am,” Aphrodite said with no hesitation, but with equal parts confusion and conviction.
    In a flutter of silk robes the color of the night sky, the woman knelt beside Aphrodite. “I am Thanatos. Do you know what my name means?”
    Aphrodite shook her head, wishing Damien was sitting closer so she could peek at him for the answer.
    “It means death. I am not Leader of the Council. Duantia has that honor, but I have the unique privilege of being unusually close to our Goddess, as the gift she gave me long ago was the ability to aid souls as they pass from this world to the next.”
    “You can talk to ghosts?”
    Thanatos’s smile transformed her stern face and made her almost pretty. “In a fashion, yes, I can. And because of that gift, I know something of visions.”
    “Seriously? Visions aren’t anything like talking to ghosts.”
    “Are they not? From what realm do your visions come? No, perhaps more accurately, in what realm do you exist when you receive your visions?”
    Aphrodite thought about how she’d had too many damn death visions and how she’d started actually seeing the shit that was happening from the dead
people’s
points of view. She drew in a fast breath,and in a rush of understanding admitted, “I’m getting visions from the Otherworld!”
    Thanatos nodded. “You traffic with the Otherworld and the realm of spirits much more than I, Prophetess. All I do is guide the dead as they transition, and through them I glimpse Beyond.”
    Aphrodite looked hastily down at Zoey. “She is
not
dead.”
    “Not yet, no. But her body will not last more than seven days in this soulless state, so she is close to death. Close enough that the Other-world has a strong hold on her, stronger even than it has on the newly dead. Touch her again, Prophetess. This time focus and use more of the gifts you’ve been given.”
    “But I—”
    Annoyingly enough, Thanatos cut her off. “Prophetess, do what Nyx would want you to do.”
    “I don’t know what that is!”
    Thanatos’s stern expression relaxed, and she smiled again. “Oh, child, simply ask for her help.”
    Aphrodite blinked. “Just like that?”
    “Yes, Prophetess, exactly like that.”
    Slowly, Aphrodite placed her hand back on Zoey’s cold shoulder. This time she closed her eyes and drew three long, deep breaths, just like she’d watched Zoey do before casting a circle. Then she sent a silent but fervent prayer up to Nyx:
I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, but you know that already because you know I don’t like to ask for favors. Not from anyone. Plus, I’m not really good at this supplication bullshit, but you already know that also.
Aphrodite sighed internally.
Nyx, I need your help. Thanatos seems to think I have some