I watched Aphrodite blink her eyes hard and knew she was struggling not to cry. "Night," she managed. Waving at me, she hurried from the room.

Grandma didn't say anything for a little while; she just gazed thoughtfully at the closed door. Finally she said, "I don't believe that girl has ever known the warmth of a mother's love."

"You're right again, Grandma," I said. "She used to be so awful, no one could stand her, especially not me, but I think most of it was an act. Not that she's perfect. She's majorly spoiled and shallow, and sometimes she can be seriously hateful, but she's . . ." I paused, trying to put Aphrodite into words. "She's your friend," Grandma finished for me.

"You know, you're freakishly close to perfect," I told her.

Grandma grinned impishly. "I know. It runs in our family. Now, help me hang our dream catcher and light our moon candle--then you need to get some sleep."

"Aren't you going to sleep? I got you up in the middle of the night, and you said you'd already been up for hours."

"Oh, I'll sleep for a while, but I have plans. I don't get to town often enough, and while my vampyre family sleeps, I'm going to do a little shopping and take myself out to a lovely lunch at the Chalkboard."

"Yum! I haven't been there since last time you and I went."

"Well, sleepyhead, I'll let you know if it's as good as we remember, and then maybe the next really rainy day, you and I will revisit it together."

"So really you eating lunch there is just reconnoitering to be sure it hasn't gone downhill?" I pulled the chair over to the window and searched for someplace to hook the dream catcher Grandma handed me.

"That's exactly it. Honey, what do you want to do with the nanny cam?" Grandma held up one of the little viewscreens. Even though it was turned off, she handled it carefully, as if it might be an explosive device.

I sighed. "Aphrodite told me that there's an audio feed with it. Can you see a sound button?"

"Yes, I believe this is it." Grandma pressed a button, and a green light came on.

"Okay, well, why don't we just leave on the audio, without the video? I'll put it by my bedside. If anything stirs, I should be able to hear it."

"Much better than watching the dead all night," Grandma said grimly as she carried the little screen to my bedside table. Then she looked up at me. "Honey, why don't you open the curtains for a second and hang the dream catcher closer to the window? We're protecting from outside in--not inside out."

"Oh, okay."

I reached up with both hands to pull apart the thick drapes. They opened, and I felt a stab of raw fear as I looked directly into the hideous face of a gigantic black bird with terrible glowing red eyes shaped like a man's. The creature was clinging to the outside of my window with arms and legs that were human. Its dangerously hooked black beak opened, showing a forked red tongue. The thing let out a soft "crooo-ak" that sounded mocking and threatening at the same time.

I couldn't move. I was frozen by its mutated red eyes--human in the face of a terrible bird--a creature that existed only because of ancient rape and evil. I could feel cold spots on my shoulders where one of these creatures had clung to me earlier. I remembered the touch of its disgusting tongue and stinging pain its beak had caused as it had tried to cut my throat.

As Nala began hissing and yowling, Grandma rushed to be beside me. I could see her reflection in the dark glass of the window. "Call wind to me, Zoey!" she commanded.

"Wind! Come to me--my grandma needs you," I cried, still trapped in the Raven Mocker's monstrous gaze.

I felt wind fluttering restlessly below and beside me, where Grandma stood. "U-no-le!" Grandma cried. "Carry this with my warning to the beast." I watched Grandma lift her hands and blow what was cupped in her palms straight at the creature that crouched on the other side of the window. "Ahiya'a A-s-gi-na!" she cried.

The wind, conjured by me but commanded by my grandma, the Ghigua Woman, snatched up the sparkling blue dust that she had blown from her palms and whizzed it through the tiny cracks between the panes of beveled glass. The wind whirled the dust around the Raven Mocker so that it was caught in the vortex of the sparkling dust. The beast's too-human eyes widened as the specks surrounded him and then, as the wind whipped fiercely, pressing the dust into the creature's body, a terrible scream was wrenched from the open beak, and in a flurry of flapping wings, it disappeared.

"Send away the wind, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya," Grandma said as she grabbed my hand to steady me.