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eyes on me, so I managed to tear my gaze from Aphrodite (Imprinted! To Stevie Rae!) to look at her. Sure enough, she was staring at me with an intense expression that made me instantly defensive. I was still trying to decide whether my negative reaction to Venus was because she was (obviously) a bitch, because she had been skulking around the tunnels with Erik, or because I had a bad feeling about the red fledglings in general when she spoke up.
    “Zoey and I have already met, but it was unofficial. Seems last time I saw her she was trying to kill us.”
    I put a hand on my hip and met her cold, blue-eyed stare. “While we’re taking this trip down Memory Lane, you might want to get a clue. I wasn’t trying to kill anyone. I was trying to save a human kid you guys were trying to eat. Unlike you, I would have much rather been at IHOP munching on chocolate chip pancakes than football players.”
    “That doesn’t make the girl you killed any less dead,” Venus said as the red fledglings behind her stirred restlessly.
    “Z? You killed someone?” Jack asked.
    I opened my mouth to answer, but Venus beat me to it. “She did. Elizabeth No Last Name.”
    “I had to,” I said simply, speaking to Jack and ignoring Venus and the red fledglings, even though something about them had the little hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. “They weren’t letting Heath and me out of here alive.” Then I turned my attention back to Venus. She had an icy beauty. Venus was sleek and sexy in a pair of tight designer jeans and a simple cropped black tank that had a rhinestone skull’s head on it. Her hair was long and thick and the kind of blond that looked golden. In other words, she was definitely attractive enough to hang with Aphrodite, which was saying something, because Aphrodite is totally gorgeous. And, like Aphrodite used to be, Venus was obviously a hateful bitch, and probably had been one before she died and un-died. I narrowed my eyes at her. “Look, I told you guys to back off and let us out of here. You didn’t. I did what I had to then to protect someone I cared about—and you all should know I’d do it again.” My eyes shifted from Venus to the fledglings behind her while I stifled the urge to reach for a couple of the elements and have wind and fire put a little added punch to my threat.
    Venus glared back at me.
    “Okay, y’all have got to learn to get along. Are you remembering that the entire outside world might be against us, or at least filled with scary booger monsters?” Stevie Rae sounded tired but herself. She sat up, gingerly straightening her Dixie Chicks T-shirt and slowly leaning back against the pillows Darius had propped behind her. “So, like Tim Gunn on Project Runway would say, let’s make it work.”
    “Ooooh, I love that show,” Jack gushed.
    I heard a couple of the red fledglings mumble agreement and decided Stevie Rae might have had a point during one of our many trash TV arguments: Reality shows could make the world a better place and bring peace to all mankind.
    “Making it work sounds good to me.” Even though my internal alarm was still warning me that all was not sweetness and light with the red fledglings, I smiled at Stevie Rae, who dimpled back at me. Okay, she obviously believed we could figure out a way to get along. So maybe my alarm system was misfiring simply because Venus was a hateful bitch, and not because she and the rest of them were evil incarnate.
    “Good. So, first, could I please have a refill of that blood and wine? Heavy on the blood part.” She held her empty glass out toward the Twins, who gratefully moved closer to Stevie Rae’s bed and farther away from the group of red fledglings. I noticed Damien and Jack, with Duchess by his side, had also managed to make their way over to where I was standing. “Thanks,” she said when Erin took her glass. “And there’re some scissors in the drawer over there so you don’t have to rip it open with your