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Stark trudged out of the room after dinner, telling Zoey he had some work to do. Zoey was sat in their dining room, hands on her lap, wondering about this witch.

Hermione. Is it French? I have no clue. Thought Zoey. Well, if Stark thinks I allow him to'fool around', he might just have to think again, won't he? I must have my revenge.

"Air come to me," a gust of wind showered Zoey's petite face. "Take me to Aphrodite." Zoey smirked. She hadn't seen Aphrodite since the night she became queen. It was the celebration party, on the Isle of Skye. All of Tulsa House of Night had went, and those people had invited their friends, and those people had invite their friends and so on, so that made the whole of the Isle Of Skye covered in vamps, humans, alcohol and blood.

Aphrodite had just walked in on Darius cheating on another woman (Aphrodite didn't recognize who, thankfully since it was Zoey) the day before and so that night she drank 'till she couldn't remember his name anymore. Zoey was also very tipsy and so when Aphrodite starting hitting on her, Zoey did not refuse. With Zoey, it was pretty normal going off with people like that, but strangely enough, she never forgot about Aphrodite. And Aphrodite never, ever forgot about her.

Zoey found herself in front of a gorgeous pink mansion with a large shiny, wooden porch, flowers under the windows and on the balconies. She had no idea which country or state she was in, but the sun was blazing onto her, making her feel uncomfortable in this very hot place. Zoey thanked air, then knocked on the door. There was no answer. Zoey frowned a little, then knocked again.

Pause.

Zoey knocked once more.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming. Seriously, people, don't be a bitch!" said a familiar voice.

Aphrodite swung open the door, looking more attractive than ever. Zoey had to keep herself from swooning - keeping mean-queen reputation up.

Aphrodite was wearing a tight leather dress with a zip that showed off her boobs and shiny stiletto heels that clicked when she walked.

She has not changed thought Zoey, a small smile smacked onto her lips.

"Zoey," gasped Aphrodite, a grin spreading across flawless face. It was hard to catch Aphrodite in these moments, so Zoey decided to make the most of it.

She closed the small space between them, and their lips met.

"So, what have you been doing since the last time I saw you? How did you get to buy this amazing house?" asked Zoey, curled up naked next to Aphrodite on her magnificent king-sized bed.

"Well, the story is quite embarrassing and sad, really. After I left Darius, and after…you know – 'our night', I went through a really horrible phase," Aphrodite hugged Zoey closer. "Lots of alcohol and occasionally drugs were mixed into my life. I then realized the fortune I had inherited from my parents was seriously running low – so I decided to do something quick that could gain a lot of money,"

Zoey knew it immediately.

"Prostitution." said Zoey.

Aphrodite nodded, awkwardly. Zoey could see small tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I'm so un-proud of it, and when I try to regret it, I realize 'Aphrodite, if you hadn't done that, you wouldn't been here today!' But while doing that job, I wasn't earning quite as much money as I wanted too. So one night at work, I met a guy. He was seriously rich, but very ugly looking and very old. He tipped me about fifty dollars, and asked me to call him. And you know what? I did. I was that desperate. We hooked up, and to be honest, he wasn't such a bad guy. I did not have those feelings for him, but he could have easily been my friend. He spoilt me. He bought this beautiful place, in my favorite color, pink, and so many other things. Then one night, he proposed. Quite simply, to be honest. He had just gotten back from the doctors because something had been aching him in his head, and he just proposed. I saw his face – it was a bit like a really cute wrinkly puppy, so I just could not say no. Our wedding was pretty immediate – he insisted it," Now Aphrodite was crying obviously, "And on our honeymoon, he took me to Malta, we just got to the hotel, he layed down, and closed his eyes," Aphrodite was turning red and crying freely. "And I tried to wake him, I did, I was very consistent, but I just could not!" Aphrodite took a deep breath, "He was dead."

Zoey felt great sympathy for Aphrodite, and understood her story completely. He had just gotten back from the doctors, who had obviously told him he was going to die.

"And I inherited everything. He loved me so much, everything he had, he left for me. Today I am incredibly guilty how I did not do such thing to love him back." Aphrodite wiped her tears away, gaining her confidence again.

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