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knowledge safe and special inside myself for a while, and that need didn't let me consider that there could be any leftover problems with Stevie Rae. Plus, I remembered something else. "Hang on," I said suddenly. "How did you guys get back on campus without the warriors going crazy?"
    "Zoey, you really gotta start paying attention to the stuff that's going on around you," Aphrodite said. "I walked through the front gate. The alarm's down, which I imagine makes sense. I mean, I got the same school notification call on my cell about winter break being over I bet everyone else who was away from campus got. Neferet had to unzap this place or she'd go insane dealing with all the alarms the returning students would set off, not to mention the zillions of delicious Sons of Erebus who are descending on this place like yummy presents for us students."
    "Don't you mean all the alarms would make Neferet go more insane than she already is?"
    "Yes, Neferet is definitely batshit crazy," Aphrodite said, for an instant in complete agreement with Stevie Rae. "Anyway, the alarm's gone, even for humans."
    "Huh? Even for humans? How do you know that?" I asked.
    Aphrodite sighed, and with a weirdly slow motion–like movement, she brought the back of her hand up and wiped it across her forehead, causing the outline of the crescent moon to smear and partially rub off.
    I gasped. "Oh, god, Aphrodite! You're . . ." My words sputtered out as my mouth refused to say it.
    "Human," Aphrodite supplied for me in a flat, cold voice.
    "How? I mean, are you sure?"
    "I'm sure. Damn sure," she said.
    "Uh, Aphrodite, even though you're human, you're definitely not a normal human," Stevie Rae said.
    "What does that mean?" I asked.
    Aphrodite shrugged. "Doesn't mean shit to me."
    Stevie Rae sighed. "You know, you're lucky you turned into a human and not a wooden boy, 'cause with all the lying you're doin', your nose would be like a mile long."
    Aphrodite shook her head in disgust. "Again with the bad G-rated movie analogy. I don't know why I couldn't have just died and gone to hell. At least I wouldn't be bombarded with Disney there."
    "Would you just tell me what the hell's going on?" I said.
    "Better explain it to her. She's almost cussing," Aphrodite said snidely.
    "You're so hateful. I should have eaten you when I was dead," Stevie Rae said.
    "You should have eaten your countrified mom when you were dead," Aphrodite said, bowing up like she thought she was black. "No wonder Zoey needs a new BFF. You're totally a Pollyanna pain in the ass."
    "Zoey does not need a new BFF!" Stevie Rae yelled, turning on Aphrodite and taking a step toward her. For an instant, I thought I saw her blue eyes start to flash the ugly red that illuminated them when she was undead and out of control.
    Feeling like my head was going to explode, I stepped between them. "Aphrodite, stop messing with Stevie Rae!"
    "Then you better check your friend." Aphrodite walked to the mirror that was over my sink, grabbed a Kleenex, and started to wipe what was left of the smeared crescent from her forehead. I noticed that for all her nonchalant tone, her hands were shaking.
    I turned back to Stevie Rae, whose eyes were once again a familiar blue.
    "Sorry, Z," she said, smiling like a guilty kid. "I guess two days with Aphrodite has gotten on my nerves."
    Aphrodite snorted and I looked over at her. "Just don't start again," I said.
    "Fine, whatever." Our eyes met in the mirror, and I was almost sure I saw fear in Aphrodite's gaze. Then she went back to work fixing her face.
    Feeling utterly confused, I tried to pick up where the conversation had gotten way weird. "So, what's the deal with you saying Aphrodite isn't normal? And I don't mean her abnormally bad attitude," I hastily added.
    "Easy-peasy," Stevie Rae said. "Aphrodite still has visions, and visions aren't normal for humans." She gave Aphrodite a so there look. "Go ahead. Tell Zoey."
    Aphrodite turned from the mirror and sat on the little