Lady Nemea's eyebrows shot up when I chose a simple white dress. It was similar to the one I'd worn during my party, but less formal.

"Remember? Nonthreatening," I explained to Lady Nemea when she frowned. "I need to get dressed now."

She nodded but didn't move.

"I need privacy," I said firmly in a voice she'd taught me to use when dealing with other people. "I'll call you when I'm ready." She grimaced, then teleported.

I slipped on the dress, studied my reflection, and smiled. Perfect. I went to the bathroom to blow-dry my hair. My curly mane was impossible to tame most of the time. Doing it while my stomach churned with nervous energy was a nightmare.

Growling in frustration, I switched off the blow-dryer and fought the urge to throw it across the room.

"What's wrong?"

I smothered a scream and whipped around. I hadn't seen Green Eyes since our fight in the bubble. I hadn't met him in the library and I'd a.s.sumed he was ticked off.

"What are you doing here?" I asked warily.

"I'm worried about you," Green Eyes said. "You've been in control of the situation over the last week, and now you're panicking. Why?"

I put the brush down. I wanted to ask him why he hadn't visited me. It was obvious he'd been around. Watching, but keeping his distance. "You shouldn't be here."

He moved closer. "I'm sorry I made you angry the last time we spoke."

I stepped back. He was too bold, and if his presence was discovered, he'd be in trouble. "Forget about it."

"One day, you'll understand."

"Listen, I can't talk now, and you need to leave before Sir Malax realizes you're in my quarters."

"They'll have to catch me first," he said indifferently, still moving closer to where I stood. "So, what's wrong? Why are you panicking?"

Lilith? Katia asked at the same time.

Just a second.

We need to talk, she said.

d.a.m.n it. I was never going to be ready for this meeting. Later, Katia. After the meeting. "Leave," I added louder, glaring at Green Eyes.

"Your emotions are all over the place, Lil," Green Eyes said. He was now an arm's length away and my back was against the sink. "What's going on?"

He was so annoyingly stubborn. "If you must know, I'm nervous."

"About?"

"The meeting. I'm sure you know I have to attend the High Council meeting and represent the Subsixers. I don't know if I can do it. What if I make a fool of myself? What if they shut me down? All my ideas are radical."

"Sensible," he corrected firmly. "They should have been implemented years ago. It needed someone with your conviction to make it happen. Your friends believe in you. The Subsixers believe in you. I believe in you."

It was weird, but his presence and utter confidence in me steadied my nerves. "How do you know my ideas? Is someone spying for you in my little group?"

He laughed. "No. I know you, and I know that whatever plan you present to the council will be inspired and spot-on."

Just like that, whatever doubts I had disappeared. "You know, sometimes I think you are my guardian..."

My voice trailed off when he reached out and stroked my hair, his fingers grazing my temple. A strong surge of electricity shot through my scalp and my breath caught.

"You think too much," he said, stepping back. "You look perfect now. Go. Be their champion. If you can, come to the library at midnight and tell me about it. I'll be waiting. Same room." Then he was gone.

I shook my head. Weird man. I turned to finish brushing my hair and caught my reflection in the mirror. My jaw dropped. My hair flowed to my shoulders in gentle curls. I reached up and touched it. It was dry. He'd removed water from my hair, which explained the tingle I'd felt when he'd touched my hair.

What was a Prime Water doing pretending to be a minion, uh, Subsixer? I quickly applied lip gloss and mascara, then hurried to the door. Jazreel, Lottius, and Katia were outside my bathroom door, and behind them stood Ruby and Callum.

"What happened?" Katia asked.

"We couldn't link or find you again and they"-Katia indicated the guards-"couldn't teleport inside, either."

Green Eyes must have done something to block our presence like he'd done while we were under water. "I, uh, just needed privacy."

"Privacy for what?" Lady Nemea asked from behind them. She must have just arrived.

"To get ready," I said, improvising when the guards stayed quiet.

She studied me and nodded. "You look amazing, dear."

"Finally, I did something right," I teased.

She chuckled. "Come along. No need to keep them waiting anymore. You must tell me how you fixed your hair so fast."

That was never going to happen. "Can they come, too?" I pointed at Jazreel, Lottius, and Katia. "They are my a.s.sistants."

"No," Lady Nemea said firmly. "Only representatives."

I smiled at my friends and my guards. "Wish me luck."

Downstairs, Lady Nemea paused at the entrance of the conference room, forcing me to stop, too. I'd expected a few people-heads of various groups of the Hermonites or the High Council. Instead, there were about three dozen men and women in flowing black robes standing around the room, holding heated discussions and sipping drinks.

Trays of drinks floated from group to group as though balanced on invisible hands. The efficiency of Psis never failed to amaze me. I imagined them in a hidden room, waving hands like conductors, moving trays and gla.s.ses around like chess pieces. What would happen if one made a mistake and dropped a tray? Would it throw the room into chaos? I grinned at my thoughts.

Sir Malax sent a ma.s.s ping to draw everyone's attention, then announced, Princess Lilith.

Silence fell in the room and the focus of the room shifted to me. My face grew warm, but I didn't let the attention get to me. I was becoming good at acting confident even when my stomach churned.

Lady Nemea had told me to never apologize for being tardy except to my father. What a load of c.r.a.p. The annoyance of the people in the room was thick and I was the cause.

"I apologize for my tardiness," I told the room. "I was swimming and it takes a long time to blow-dry this." I touched my hair.

"You look lovely, Princess Lilith," a barrel of a man with red hair and beard said. He had reptilian eyes, and I could swear a tail was swishing on the floor under his robe. Laughter followed his comments, but I got busy reading minds.

"Thank you, Lord Pathak. I hope your family is well."

"Oh, yes, Princess."

"Congratulations on the birth of your first grandson," I said.

Surprise flashed on his face. If only he knew how fast I read thoughts.

"Thank you, Princess. The Princ.i.p.alities have blessed us."

"Tell Kalin and Soulas we wish them well."

"I most certainly will, Princess," he said with a wide grin. He was one of the lords who'd suspected me of being a Guardian spy. I intended to win them over one at a time.

I worked the room like a pro, reading thoughts and asking the right questions. I wasn't my father's daughter for nothing. I'd watched him work the Rocky Beach occupants, asking personal questions and showing concern without overdoing it.

"Sorry about the strikes at your factories, Lady Snow," I told another lady.

"It was nothing my people couldn't handle, Princess." Then she lowered her voice and asked, "Did I hear you say you blow-dry your hair?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"You should have a Prime Air hairdresser," she said. The woman beside her, Lady Urius, nodded.

"Not a Prime Water?" I asked.

"Oh, one of them would be perfect," Lady Snow said, "but Prime Water Hermonites are very rare."

"The few we have are in high demand," her husband added. "I wouldn't have problems on my offsh.o.r.e rigs if I had a permanent one in my service."

"Our cargo ships could use a permanent one, too," Lady Urius chimed in.

Maybe that was why Green Eyes was never around? I moved from group to group, anger disappearing from the room until I reached my father. He was already seated at the head of a long oval table with Solange on his right and Lord Gavyn on his left. Lord Gavyn offered me his chair and bowed.

"Nice of you to finally show up, sis," Solange said.

"I'm just a few minutes late." I rested my hand on the arm of my father's chair, leaned down, and kissed his cheek. "Good evening, Father."

"Daughter." He glanced at Sir Malax. Now.

Sir Malax pinged everyone, and one by one, people took their seats. I sat with Gavyn to my right.

Lord Valafar leaned forward and pinned Lord Snow with narrowed eyes. "What's happening in your sector, j.a.pheth?"

For an hour, the occupants at the table talked about their successes, businesses they'd expanded, and humans they had in their pockets-politicians, celebrities, businessmen and women, presidents and prime ministers. It was a big brag-fest, but the one thing they complained about was the lack of Primes to help them fix things.

I knew we'd lost Primes when the Guardians attacked Coronis Isle and during the Great Battle, but I had had no idea how badly off we were until then.

"I'll see if we can give our senior Primes incentives to graduate early," Solange said. "We already encourage them to take a year off and work anywhere across the globe, but some of them prefer to stay here."

"You are in charge of Mount Hermon Academy?" I asked.

"Education," Solange corrected smugly. "The elementary school in the city and the secondary one your friends attend in the ravine." And you should be attending there instead of playing grownup.

I wanted to kick her under the table, but I couldn't in case I kicked our father instead. I did the next best thing-blasted her with psi energy.

She winced, recovered, and glared. I can't believe you hit me.

Stop being so mean.

Brat.

b.i.t.c.h.

Her jaw dropped. You have some nerve, calling me a b.i.t.c.h.

If you act like one- Girls! Lord Valafar snapped.

I backed down and only half-listened to the others as they discussed ways to speed up students' graduation rate-more hours of training, less schoolwork, less free time, morning and evening training sessions.

An idea popped into my head. Most of their suggestions made sense, but each sector head was only looking out for their own interests. Most wanted the students to intern at their companies and sweetened the deals they'd offer. Solange's eyes gleamed. I could already see her thinking up ways to pit the prospective employers against each other.

"I have a suggestion on how to get the students ready for the outside world," I said when the preening and the haggling stopped.

Solange's eyebrows shot up as though to ask, You? She glanced at our father and then made a face before asking, "What do you have in mind?" There wasn't much interest in her voice. It was as though she believed I had nothing important to add.

"Let them do projects right here on the island, so prospective employers can see their strengths and choose the best Primes for their companies. This will give them a chance to practice using their powers." And stop my sister from playing games. I smiled at her when she frowned. The others nodded and I knew I had their attention. Now for my case. "Case in point, I need help expanding Rocky Beach and building more waterfront stores for the Subsixers."

"Subsixers?" Solange asked.

"Our people who live on Sublevel six. We call them minions, which is derogatory. And P-zero just reinforces the fact that they don't have any special abilities." I didn't give her a chance to comment. "The Earth Prime students can help fix the beach, for starters, and the others can connect ventilation, water, and sewer systems to the shops."

Silence followed. Doubts crept in. Maybe these people would never change. Or maybe I was the wrong person to be the champion of these people.

Taking a deep breath, I continued, "Also, Subsixers barely know how to read or write. I'd like to use the Academy in the evenings to teach them."

"You?" Solange asked again. Aloud this time.

I swear, if she said "you" one more time in that condescending tone... I stole a glance at my father. His expression didn't give his thoughts away, but my empathic antenna said I had his support. My confidence shot up.

"I will help, of course. But the students not involved in the Rocky Beach Project can each choose a Subsixer to tutor for extra credit or a trip off the island." I glanced at Father again. "Remember, some students were complaining about not having enough trips off the island." I glanced around the table and smiled, ignoring the surprise on their faces.

Glances were exchanged, thoughts and feelings eloquent, but no one spoke except my sister. "You are talking about educating minions," she said, not masking her disbelief. "They are incapable of taking care of themselves."

Nods from the others followed.

"Please, don't use that derogatory name when referring to them," I said calmly, even though I wanted to smack her. Sometimes, I wondered how we could possibly be sisters. "It is not their fault they were born without powers." I glanced at the faces around the table and added, "And lack of power doesn't make them powerless or stupid. We make them powerless by ignoring them and not allowing them to contribute to our society. We are the ones who believe they are stupid when they are not."

"Whoa, little sister," Solange said. "They do contribute."