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CHAPTER NINE
"Well, crap. Chaos and love are the same, but not. Neferet still has her powers, but
she's not listening to Nyx anymore. Oh, and she's trying to wake up something dangerous.
What does that mean? Is it an abstract wake up, like 'waking up' danger in the form of a
war with humans, or is she literally trying to wake up some horrible, scary thingie that
could eat us all? Like that creepy thing that scratched me earlier, which I didn't even get a
chance to ask her about. Crap again!" I babbled as Aphrodite and I hurried from the girls'
dorm. Sadly, it appeared we were going to be late for the Council Meeting.
"Don't look at me. I have enough mysteries of my own to solve. I'm human, but
I'm not? What does that mean? And how can my humanity be so big and bad anyway—I
don't even like humans?" Aphrodite sighed and fiddled with her hair. "Shit, my hair's a
mess." She turned her face to me. "Can you tell I've been crying?"
"For the gazillionth time, no. You look fine."
"Shit. I knew it. I look terrible."
"Aphrodite! I just said you look fine."
"Yeah, well, fine is fine for most people. For me it's terrible."
"Okay, our Goddess, the immortal Nyx, just manifested and spoke to us and all
you're thinking about is how you look?" I shook my head. That was incredibly shallow,
even for Aphrodite.
"Yeah, that was amazing. Nyx is amazing. I never said she wasn't. So what's your
point?"
"My point is that after experiencing a visit from the Goddess, you should, I
dunno, maybe care about something more important than your already perfect hair," I
said, completely exasperated. This was the kid I was supposed to battle world-shaking
dangerous evil with? Jeesh, Nyx's ways were absolutely, totally mysterious. Talk about an
understatement.
"Nyx knows exactly how I am and she loves me anyway. This is who I am." She
flapped her hand up and down in front of herself. "So, you really think my hair is
perfect?"
"It's as perfect as your shallow, pain-in-the-butt attitude," I said.
"Oh, good. Okay, I feel better already."
I frowned at her, but didn't say anything else as we hurried up the stairs to the
Council Room that was opposite the library. I'd never been in the room before, but I'd
peeked inside it often enough. When it was empty, the door was rarely closed, and the
zillions of times I'd come and gone from the library, I couldn't help glancing in and
gawking at the huge beautiful round table that was the predominate feature of the room.
Seriously, I'd even asked Damien if that round table could have been the Round Table,
circa King Arthur and Camelot. He'd said he didn't think so, but wasn't for sure.