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I guess it had gone okay with Stevie Rae. I mean, she had agreed to meet me tomorrow. And she hadnt tried to bite me , which was a plus. Of course, the whole trying-to-eat-the-street-person thing was highly disturbing ... Zoeys best friend, Stevie Rae, is undead - in an eww! zombie! kind-of-way, not in a cool vampire kind-of-way. Shes struggling to retain her humanity and Zo I guess it had gone okay with Stevie Rae. I mean, she had agreed to meet me tomorrow. And she hadnt tried to bite me , which was a plus. Of course, the whole trying-to-eat-the-street-person thing was highly disturbing ... Zoeys best friend, Stevie Rae, is undead - in an eww! zombie! kind-of-way, not in a cool vampire kind-of-way. Shes struggling to retain her humanity and Zoey doesnt have a clue how to help. But she does know that anything they discover must be kept secret. Trust has become a rare commodity. Sinister forces are at work at the House of Night, where the line between friend and enemy is becoming dangerously blurred.
I guess it had gone okay with Stevie Rae. I mean, she had agreed to meet me tomorrow. And she hadnt tried to bite me , which was a plus. Of course, the whole trying-to-eat-the-street-person thing was highly disturbing ... Zoeys best friend, Stevie Rae, is undead - in an eww! zombie! kind-of-way, not in a cool vampire kind-of-way. Shes struggling to retain her humanity and Zo I guess it had gone okay with Stevie Rae. I mean, she had agreed to meet me tomorrow. And she hadnt tried to bite me , which was a plus. Of course, the... Read More