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look like one of those romantic, handsome knights, minus the horse and the shining armor, from back in the day. “It is a pleasure to serve you.” He smiled at Aphrodite one more time before turning neatly on his heel and leaving the cafeteria.
    “And I’ll just bet it would be a pleasure to service
you
,” Aphrodite said in her nastiest voice as soon as he was out of earshot. Then she turned around to face the gawking, silent room. She lifted one perfectly waxed brow and gave everyone her patented Aphrodite sneer. “What? You look like you’ve never seen gorgeous before. Hell, I was only gone a couple of days. Your short-term memory should be better than that. Remember me? I’m the gorgeous bitch you all love to hate.” When no one said anything, she rolled her eyes. “Oh, whatever.” She twitched to the salad bar and began to fill her plate as the noise dam finally broke and all the kids made rude sounds and turned back to their food dismissively.
    To the uninformed, I’m sure Aphrodite looked like her usual haughty self. But I could see how nervous and tense she actually was. Hell, I understood exactly how she felt—I’d just walked through the gauntlet myself. Actually, I was currently stuck in the middle of it along with her.
    “I thought she’d become human again,” Damien said under his breath to all of us. “But her Mark’s back.”
    “Nyx’s ways are mysterious,” I said, trying to sound wise and High Priestess in Training–ish.
    “I’m thinking Nyx’s ways are another M-word, Twin,” Erin said. “Can you guess it?”
    “Majorly messed up?” Shaunee said.
    “Exactly,” Erin said.
    “That’s three words,” Damien said.
    “Oh, don’t be such a schoolteacher,” Shaunee told him. “Plus, the point is Aphrodite is a hag, and we were kinda hoping Nyx dumped her when that Mark of hers disappeared.”
    “More than kinda hoping, Twin,” Erin said.
    Everyone stared at Aphrodite. I tried to force salad down my throat. See, here’s the deal: Aphrodite used to be the most popular, powerful, bitchy fledgling at the House of Night. Since she’d crossed the High Priestess, Neferet, and been totally ostracized, she had been reduced to simply the most bitchy fledgling at the House of Night.
    Of course, weirdly (and typically enough for me), she and I had kinda, sorta, accidentally become friends—or at the very least, allies. Not that we wanted the masses to know that. Nevertheless, I’d been worried about her when she disappeared, even though Stevie Rae had chased after her. I mean, I hadn’t heard from either of them in two days.
    Naturally, my other friends—namely Damien, Jack, and the Twins—hated her guts. So to say that they were shocked and not very pleased when Aphrodite walked directly to our booth and sat down beside me was an understatement almost as big as that knight in the
Indiana Jones
movie saying “He chose poorly” when the bad guy picked the wrong goblet to drink out of and his body disintegrated.
    “Staring isn’t polite, even when it’s at someone as stunningly beautiful as
moi
,” Aphrodite said before taking a bite of her salad.
    “What in the hell are you doing, Aphrodite?” Erin asked.
    Aphrodite swallowed and then blinked with fake innocence at Erin. “Eating, moron,” she said sweetly.
    “This is a no-ho zone,” Shaunee said, finally recovering her ability to speak.
    “Yeah, it’s posted back here,” Erin said, pointing at a pretend sign on the back of their bench.
    “I hate to repeat a sentiment I’ve said before, but in this case I’ll make an exception. So I again say: Die Dorkamese Twins.”
    “That’s it,” Erin said, barely able to keep her voice down. “Twin and I are gonna smack that damn Mark right off your face.”
    “Yeah, maybe it’ll stay off this time,” Shaunee said.
    “Stop it,” I said. When the Twins turned slant-eyed looks of pissed-off-ness on me, I felt my stomach clench. Did they really hate me as much as they