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"Hey, that’s not going to happen"

Aphrodite wiped her eyes and looked up at Z "Yeah, not as long as I keep having super hot sex with a vaross, but it’s not what I was talking about That’s not going to happen to you because you aren’t like your ood and loyal, and you wouldn’t hurt so her eyes again

"And don’t callnice and politically correct" Aphrodite turned back around and started fixing her smeared mascara

"And yet you still found a reason to say the r word" Zoey sighed "So, you really are okay after losing your dad?"

"Are you really okay after losing your uess I will be Itiuess I will be okay, too"

"If you need soht Same for you with me I know you and the bumpkin are close, but she has the perfect mamma and daddy," Aphrodite put on Stevie Rae’s accent

"There’s nothing wrong with having good parents It’s actually norree about that, but that’s notif you need someone else to talk to who has at least one dead parent, I’rabbed a Kleenex and blew her nose loudly "Why don’t you get all snotty and ugly when you cry?"

"Because I a as you are," she said

"Can I take back that nice stuff I said about you?"

"You can try You’ll be unsuccessful, but you can still try" Aphrodite pulled a pair of skinny jeans froer and flipped the switch that started her electronic shoe cabinet to begin turning so that a neat row of boots appeared She grabbed the red-soled Louboutins Looking over her shoulder at Z’s gawk she said, "What? You can’t tell me these boots aren’t perfection"

"I can’t even look at your boots because your closet is freaking me the heck out"

"Which is just one reason you are a fashion disaster"

"How did you even think of having that done to your closet?"

"Oh, for shit’s sake, htmare, not fashion impaired" Aphrodite rubbed her forehead "Jesus Christ, that was a slant rhyo I need a drink and a look at the boy stuff that’s holding our jewels hostage"

"Okay, but if you’re not nicer this tionna tell Kramisha you like to rhyme, ’cause it makes you feel divine, and it keeps you frorinned at her "Heehees!"

"I have no words" Shaking her head, Aphrodite followed Zoey, as giggling like a third grader, down the hall "And she wonders why I drink…"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Neferet

Mortals would describe what Neferet did as dreaht, the dreams had stayed with them and even seemed real