by P. C. Cast
As Erik grinned over his shoulder at me Damien drew a deep breath, and looking a lot like he thought he was grabbing on to a live bomb, he took the candle from Erik.
“Superb! Glorious! Wondrous!” Damien made use of his large vocabulary while his brown hair lifted and his clothes flapped crazily in the sudden wind that surrounded him. When he looked at me again happy tears were running down his cheeks. “Nyx has given me a gift. Me,” he enunciated carefully, and I knew what he was saying in that one word—that he realized Nyx found him worthy even though his parents didn’t, and even though much of his life people had made fun of him because he liked guys. I had to blink hard to keep from bawling like a baby.
“Yes, you,” I said firmly.
“Your friends are spectacular, Zoey.” Neferet’s voice carried above the excited noise of the kids who were now converging on the four newly discovered talents.
The High Priestess was standing just inside the entrance to the rec hall, and I wondered how long she’d been there. I could see that there were a few professors with her, but they were in the shadow of the doorway and it was difficult to make out exactly who they were. Okay. You can do this. You can face her. I swallowed hard and forced my thoughts to focus on my friends and the miracles that had just happened to them.
“Yes, my friends are spectacular!” I agreed enthusiastically.
Neferet nodded. “It is only right that Nyx, in her wisdom, has thought to gift you, a fledgling who has such unusual powers, with a group of friends who are also blessed with impressive powers of their own.” She dramatically swept out her arms. “I prophesy that this group of fledglings will make history. Never before has so much been given to so many at the same time and place.” Her smile included all of us and she truly looked like a loving mother. I would have been as taken in as everyone else by her warmth and beauty if it hadn’t been for the glimpse I got of the thin red line of a newly healing cut that marred her forearm. I shivered and forced my eyes and my thoughts from the evidence that what I’d witnessed had definitely not been a figment of my imagination.
Good thing, too, because Neferet had turned her attention to me.
“Zoey, I believe this is the perfect time to announce your blueprint for the new Dark Daughters and Sons.” I opened my mouth to start explaining what I had in mind (even though I hadn’t planned on announcing the changes I wanted to make until after I’d cast the ritualistic circle and given the “old” membership some tangible proof that I actually had been gifted by Nyx), but no one paid any attention to me. Everyone’s attention was riveted on Neferet as she strode out into the room and stood not far from Shaunee so that my friend’s manifestation of fire lit up the High Priestess like a spotlight made of flame. In the same powerful, alluring voice she used during rituals, Neferet spoke. Only this time she was using my words—my ideas.
“It is time the Dark Daughters had a foundation. It has been decided that Zoey Redbird will begin an era and a new tradition with her leadership. She will form a Prefect Council, made up of seven fledglings, of which she will be Head Prefect. The other members of the Council will be Shaunee Cole, Erin Bates, Stevie Rae Johnson, Damien Maslin, and Erik Night. There will be one more Prefect chosen from Aphrodite’s old Inner Circle to represent my wish for unity among the fledglings.”
Her wish? I ground my teeth together and tried to find my happy place while Neferet paused to let the general sounds of celebration die (which included the Twins, Stevie Rae, Damien, Erik, and Jack, cheering their brains out). Jeesh. She was making it seem like she was responsible for ideas I’d sweated over for weeks!
“The Prefect Council will be responsible for the workings of the new Dark Daughters and Sons, which includes being certain that from this day forth all members exemplify the following ideas: they should be authentic for air; they should be faithful for fire; they should be wise for water; they should be empathetic for earth; and they should be sincere for spirit. If a Dark Daughter or Son fails to uphold these new ideals, it will be the job of the Prefect Council to decide upon a penalty, which could include expulsion from the group.” She paused again, and I observed how serious and attentive everyone was, which was the exact reaction I had hoped for when I made this announcement during the actual Full Moon Ritual. “I have also decided that it would behoove our fledglings to become more involved with the surrounding community. After all, ignorance breeds fear and hatred. So I want the Dark Daughters and Sons to begin working with a local charity. After much consideration I decided that the perfect organization would be Street Cats, the rescue charity for homeless cats.”
There was good-humored laughter at this, which was the reaction Neferet had had when I’d told her my decision to have the Dark Daughters involved in that particular charity. I could not believe Neferet was taking credit for everything that I had told her that night at dinner.
“I will leave you now. This is Zoey’s ritual, and I am simply here to show my heartfelt support for my talented fledgling.” She gave me a kind smile, which I made myself return. “But first I have a gift for the new Prefect Council.” She clapped her hands together and five male vampyres I’d never seen before emerged from the shadows of the entryway. They were each carrying what looked like thick, rectangular tiles that must have been about a foot square and a couple of inches thick. They placed them at the floor by her feet and they disappeared back out the door. I stared at the things. They were a creamy color and looked like they might be wet. I had no clue what they were. Neferet’s laughter bubbled around us, making me grind my teeth together. Did no one else think she sounded totally patronizing?
“Zoey, I’m shocked you don’t recognize your own idea!”
“I—no. I don’t know what they are,” I said.
“They’re squares of wet cement. I remembered that you told me you wanted each of the members of the Prefect Council to have an imprint of his or her handprints made so that the fledgling’s handprint will be preserved forever. Tonight six of the seven members of the new Council can do that.”
I blinked at her. Great. She was finally giving me credit for something, and it was Damien’s idea. “Thank you for the present,” I said, and then added quickly, “And it was Damien’s idea to make handprints, not mine.”
Her smile was blinding, and when she turned it on Damien I didn’t have to look at him to know that he practically wriggled with pleasure. “And what a lovely idea it was, too, Damien.” Then she addressed the entire room again. “I am pleased that Nyx has gifted this group so fully. And I say blessed be to all of you, good night!” She dropped to the floor in a graceful curtsy. Then, to the cheers of the fledglings, she rose and made a skirt-flowing, magnificent exit.
Which left me standing in the middle of an un-cast circle feeling like I was all dressed up with nowhere to go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
It took forever to get everyone settled down and in place for the ritual to begin, especially because I couldn’t show how I was really feeling—which was pissed. Not only would no one understand, but also no one would believe what I was beginning to see: that there was something dark and wrong about Neferet. And why should anyone understand or believe me? I was, after all, just a kid. No matter what powers Nyx had given me I was totally not in the same league with a High Priestess. Besides that, no one except me had witnessed the little puzzle pieces that were fitting together to create such a terrible picture.
Aphrodite would understand and believe me. I hated that the thought was true.
“Zoey, just let me know whenever you’re ready and I’ll start the music,” Jack called from the back corner of the rec hall where all the audio equipment was kept. Apparently the new kid was a genius with electronics, so I’d instantly drafted him to run the music for the ritual.
“Okay, just a sec. How about I nod at you when I’m ready?”
“Fine with me!” he said with a grin.
I backed up a few feet, realizing that, ironically, I was now standing almost exactly where Nefe
ret had stood not long before. I tried to clear my mind of all the confusion and negatives that were swirling in it. My eyes traveled around the circle. There was a fairly large group of kids present—actually more than I had expected to show. They had quieted down, though there was still a general air of excitement in the room. The white candles in their tall glass containers illuminated the circle in a clean, bright light. I could see my four friends standing in their positions, waiting expectantly for me to begin the ritual. I focused on them and the wonderful gifts they had been given, and got ready to nod at Jack.
“I thought I’d volunteer my services to you.”
Loren’s deep voice had me jumping and making an unattractive little squeaking noise. He was standing behind me in the entranceway.
“Crap, Loren! You scared me so bad I almost peed on myself!” I blurted before I had time to control my dorky mouth. But I was telling the truth, Loren had me clutching my pearls in a total freak-out.
Apparently he didn’t mind my inability to control my mouth. He gave me a long, slow, sexy smile. “I thought you knew I was here.”
“No. I was a little distracted.”
“Stressed, I bet.” He touched my arm in a gesture that probably looked innocent. You know, friendly and professorially supportive. But felt like a caress, a really warm caress. His widening smile made me wonder about his vamp intuitiveness. If he could read any part of my mind I would just die. “Well, I’m here to help you with that stress.”
Was he kidding? Just the sight of him made me lose my mind. Stress-free around Loren Blake? Not hardly.
“Really? How are you going to do that?” I asked with just a hint of a flirty smile, very aware that the entire room was watching us and that the entire room included my boyfriend.
“I’ll do for you what I do for Neferet.”
The silence stretched between us as my mind wallowed around in the gutter wondering just exactly what he did for Neferet. Thankfully, he didn’t let me wallow too long.
“Every High Priestess has a poet who recites ancient verse to evoke the presence of the Muse as she enters into her rituals. Today, I’m offering to recite for a very special High Priestess in training. Plus I believe there are some misconceptions that need to be cleared up.”
He crossed his fist over his heart in a gesture of respect people often used when they greeted Neferet. Unlike a cool, confident High Priestess, and very much like a dork, I just stood there staring at him. I mean, I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Misconceptions? As in someone might believe I know what the hell I’m doing?
“But I will need your permission,” he continued. “I wouldn’t want to intrude upon your ritual.”
“Oh, no!” Then I realized what he must think my silence and then my blurted oh, no meant, and I got hold of myself. “What I mean is that no, you definitely aren’t intruding, and yes, I accept your offer. Graciously,” I added, wondering how I had ever felt grown and sexy around this man.
His smile made me want to melt in a pool at his feet. “Excellent. Whenever you’re ready, just give me the word and I’ll begin your introduction.” He glanced over to where Jack was gawking at us. “Mind if I have words with your assistant about the slight alteration in your plans?”
“No,” I said, feeling utterly surreal. As Loren walked past me his arm brushed mine intimately. Was I imagining the flirting that was going on between us? I looked at the circle and saw that everyone was staring at me. Reluctantly, I found Erik where he was standing beside Stevie Rae. He smiled at me and winked. Okay, it didn’t seem like Erik had noticed anything wrong in Loren’s behavior toward me. I glanced at Shaunee and Erin. They were following Loren with hungry eyes. They must have felt me looking at them, because they both managed to pull their gazes from Loren’s butt. They waggled their eyebrows at me and grinned. They, too, were acting completely normal.
It was just me who was being weird about Loren.
“Get yourself together!” I hissed at myself under my breath. Concentrate . . . concentrate . . . concentrate . . .
“Zoey, I’m ready when you are.” Loren had moved back beside me.
I drew a deep, calming breath and lifted my head. “I’m ready.”
His dark eyes held mine. “Remember, trust your instincts. Nyx speaks to the hearts of her priestesses.” Then he walked a few paces into the room.
“It is a night for joy!” Loren’s voice was not just deep and expressive, it was also commanding. He had the same ability Erik did to captivate a room using only his voice. Everyone instantly was silent, waiting eagerly for his next words. “But you should know that the joy of this night isn’t found only in the gifts Nyx has so visibly allowed to manifest here. Some of tonight’s joy was born two nights ago when your new leader was deciding upon the future she wanted for the Dark Daughters and Sons.”
I felt a little start of surprise. I didn’t know if anyone else really got what he was saying—that I, and not Neferet, had come up with the new standards for the Dark Daughters, but I appreciated his attempt to set things right.
“In celebration of Zoey Redbird, and her new vision for the Dark Daughters, I am honored to open her first ritual as your Head Prefect and High Priestess trainee with a classic poem about joy being newly born that was written by my namesake, the vampyre poet William Blake.” Loren looked back at me and mouthed, You’re on! then he nodded to Jack, who hurriedly turned to the audio equipment.
The magical sounds of Enya’s orchestral song “Aldebaran” filled the room. I swallowed down the last of my nervousness, and began walking forward, tracing a path around the outside of the circle, like I’d watched both Neferet and Aphrodite do in the rituals they’d led. As they had, I moved in time with the music, making little impromptu turns and dance moves. I’d been really freaked out about this part of the ritual—I mean, I’m not clumsy, but I’m also not Ms. Cheerleader/Pom Squad. Thankfully, it was lots easier than I’d imagined it to be. I’d chosen this particular music because of its beautiful, lilting beat, and also because I’d Googled Aldebaran and found out it was a giant star—and I thought music that celebrated the night sky was appropriate for tonight. It was a good choice, because it seemed as if the music was carrying me, moving my body gracefully around the room and overcoming my initial nerves and awkwardness. When Loren’s voice began reciting the poem, he, too, echoed the cadence of the music, just like my body was, and it felt like we were making magic together.
“‘I have no name,
I am but two days old.’
What shall I call thee?
‘I happy am,
Joy is my name.’
Sweet joy befall thee!”
The words of the poem thrilled me. And as I moved toward the center of the circle I felt like I was literally personifying the emotion.
“Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old,
Sweet joy I call thee;
Thou dost smile . . .”
Echoing the words of the poem, I smiled, loving the sense of magic and mystery that seemed to fill the room along with the music and Loren’s voice.
“I sing the while—
Sweet joy befall thee.”
Somehow Loren timed it perfectly, and his poem concluded as I reached Nyx’s table at the middle of the circle. I was only a little breathless as I smiled around the circle and said, “Welcome to the first Full Moon Ritual for the new Dark Daughters and Sons!”
“Merry meet!” everyone responded automatically.
Without giving myself an opportunity to hesitate, I picked up the ornate ritualistic lighter and moved purposefully to stand before Damien. Air was the first element called when casting a circle, as well as the last to leave it when the circle was closed. I could feel Damien’s excitement and expectation as if they were a physical force.
I smiled at him, swallowed hard to clear the dryness in my throat. When I spoke I tried to project my voice like Neferet. I’m not sure how good of a job I did at it. Let’s just say I was
glad that the circle was a relatively small one and the room was quiet.
“I call the element air first to our circle, and I ask that it guard us with winds of insight. Come to me, air!”
I touched the lighter to Damien’s candle and it flared to life, even though he and I were suddenly standing in the middle of a very obvious whirlwind that lifted our hair and sang playfully within the full skirt of my beautiful dress. Damien laughed and whispered, “Sorry, it’s all so new to me that it’s hard for me not to be a little overexuberant.”
“I understand completely,” I whispered back to him. Then I turned to my right and continued around the circle to Shaunee, who was looking unusually serious, like she was getting ready to take a math test. “Relax,” I whispered, trying not to move my lips.
She nodded jerkily, still looking scared to death.
“I call the element of fire to our circle and ask that it burn brilliantly here with the light of might and passion, bringing both to guard and aid us. Come to me, fire!”
I started to touch the end of my lighter to the red candle Shaunee held, but before I could get it there the wick burst into a flickering white light that lifted up well past the lip of the glass jar holding it.
“Oopsie,” Shaunee mumbled.
I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing, and I moved quickly on to my right to where Erin was waiting with the blue candle clutched before her like it was a bird that would fly away if she didn’t keep hold of it.
“I call water to this circle and ask that you guard us with your oceans of mystery and majesty, and nurture us as your rain does the grass and trees. Come to me, water!”
I lit Erin’s blue candle, and it was the weirdest thing. I swear it was like I was suddenly transported to the shores of a lake. I could smell the water and feel it cool against my skin, even though I knew I was standing in the middle of a room and absolutely could not be anywhere near water.
