Betrayed (House of Night, Book 2): A House of Night Novel

by P. C. Cast

  “Guess I should tone it down a little,” Erin said softly.

  “Nah,” I whispered. Then I headed to Stevie Rae. I thought she looked kinda pale, but she had a big grin on her face when I moved into the space in front of her.

  “I’m ready!” she said, so loud the kids standing around us laughed softly.

  “Good,” I said. “Then I call earth to the circle, and ask that you guard us with the strength of stone and the richness of wheat-filled fields. Come to me, earth!” I lit the green candle and was washed in the scents of a meadow—surrounded by birdsong and flowers.

  “It’s just so cool!” Stevie Rae said.

  “So is that.” Erik’s voice surprised me and when I looked at him he pointed to the circle. Confused, I followed his hand to see a beautiful silver thread of light connecting each of my four friends—the four personifications of the elements—and making a boundary of power within the candles that had already lit the circumference.

  “Like it was for us alone, only it’s stronger now.” Stevie Rae whispered the words, but I could tell by Erik’s startled look that he’d heard her. Guess I’d have some explaining to do later, but now was definitely not the time to worry about that.

  I moved quickly back to Nyx’s table at the center of the circle to complete the casting. I faced the purple candle that sat on the table.

  “Finally, I call spirit to our circle and ask that you join us bringing insight and truth with you, so that the Dark Daughters and Sons may be guarded by integrity. Come to me, spirit!” I lit the candle. It blazed even brighter than Shaunee’s, and the space around me was filled with the scents and sounds of all of the other four elements. They filled me, too, making me feel strong, calming and steadying me, even as they energized me. With steady hands I took up the braided length of eucalyptus and sage. I lit it with the spirit candle, let it burn for a little while, and then blew it out so that the fragrant smoke billowed in waves around me. Then I faced the circle and began my speech. I had been worried about what I was going to say since Neferet had showed up and literally stolen the biggest part of what I’d planned to talk about. But now, in the middle of the circle I’d cast, filled with the power of all five of the elements, my confidence had been restored as I hastily reworded lines in my head.

  I wafted the braided smudge stick around me as I walked the circle, meeting kids’ eyes and trying to make everyone feel welcome.

  “Tonight I wanted to change things from the type of incense burned, to the abuse of our classmates.” I spoke slowly, letting my words and the smoke they mingled with soak into the listening group. They all knew that under the leadership of Aphrodite the incense used during Dark Daughters’ rituals had been heavily laced with pot, just as well as they knew that Aphrodite had loved bleeding some poor kid they called “refrigerator” and “snack bar” and mixing his or her blood into the wine everyone sipped. Neither was going to happen again as long as I had anything to do with it. “I chose to burn eucalyptus and sage tonight for the properties the herbs contain. For centuries eucalyptus has been used by the American Indians for healing, protection, and purification, just as they used white sage to drive out negative spirits, energies, and influences. Tonight I ask the five elements to empower these herbs and magnify their energy.”

  Suddenly the air around me moved, drawing the smoke from the smudge braid with it in curls and wisps, carrying it throughout the circle as if a giant’s hand was wafting through the air currents. The fledglings in the circle murmured in awe, and I sent a grateful, silent prayer to Nyx, thanking her for allowing my power over the elements to manifest so clearly.

  When the circle quieted again I continued. “The full moon is a magical time when the veil between the known and the unknown is thin, and can even be lifted. That is mysterious and wonderful, but tonight I want to focus on another aspect of the full moon—that it is an excellent time to complete, or end, things. What I want to end tonight is the old negative reputation of the Dark Daughters and Sons. As of this full moon night that part of us has ended, and a new time has begun.”

  I kept walking, moving around the circle in a clockwise direction. Choosing my words carefully, I said, “From here on the Dark Daughters and Sons will be a group filled with integrity and purpose, and I believe the fledglings Nyx chose to gift with elemental affinities represent the ideals of our new group well.” I smiled at Damien. “My friend Damien is the most authentic person I know, even when being true to himself has been a hard thing to be. He represents air well.” The wind around Damien picked up as he smiled shyly at me.

  I turned to Shaunee next. “My friend Shaunee is the most faithful person I know. If she’s on your side, she’s there whether you’re right or wrong—and if you’re wrong she’ll tell you about yourself, but she won’t desert you. She represents fire well.” Shaunee’s mocha skin glistened as her body glowed, unburned but alight with flame.

  I went to Erin. “My friend Erin’s beauty sometimes fools people into thinking she has great hair, but no brains. It’s not true. She is one of the wisest people I know, and Nyx proved that she looks to the interior when she chose Erin. She represents water well.” As I walked past her I could hear the sound of waves crashing on a shore.

  I stopped in front of Stevie Rae. She was looking tired, with dark circles bruising the otherwise pale skin under her eyes, which made sense. Obviously, she’d been worrying too much about me—as usual. “My friend Stevie Rae always knows when I’m happy or sad, stressed or relaxed. She worries about me; she worries about all of her friends, sometimes she is too empathetic, and I’m glad that now she has the earth she can draw strength from. She represents earth well.”

  I grinned at Stevie Rae, and she smiled back at me, blinking fast so that she wouldn’t cry. Then I walked to the center of the circle where I put down the smudge braid and picked up the purple candle. “I’m not perfect, and I’m not going to pretend to be. What I promise you is that I sincerely want what is best for the Dark Daughters and Sons, and for all of the fledglings at the House of Night.” I was getting ready to say that I hoped I would represent spirit well when Erik’s voice rang across the circle.

  “She represents spirit well!” My four friends agreed loudly, and I was pleased (and more than a little surprised) to hear several other fledglings chime in with them.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  When I started talking again everyone instantly quieted down. “Each of you who believes you can uphold the ideals of the Dark Daughters and Sons, and will try your best to be authentic, faithful, wise, empathetic, and sincere—you may continue your membership in this group. But I want you to know that there will be new fledglings joining us, and they won’t be judged on the way they look or who their best friends are. Make your decision, and see me or any of the other Prefects and let us know if you want to stay with the group.” I caught the eyes of some of Aphrodite’s old buddies and added, “We won’t hold the past against you. It’s how you act from here on that counts.” A couple of the girls looked guiltily away from me, and a few more looked like they were trying hard not to cry. I was especially glad to see Deino meet my gaze steadily and nod somberly—maybe she wasn’t so “terrible” after all.

  I put down the purple candle and picked up the big ceremonial goblet I’d filled earlier with sweet red wine. “And now let’s drink in celebration of a full moon, and an end that leads to a new beginning.” As I worked my way around the circle offering the wine to each fledgling, I recited a Full Moon Ritual prayer I’d found in the old Mystical Rites of the Crystal Moon by Fiona, the Vampyre Poet Laureate of the early 1800s.

  “Airy light of the moon

  Mystery of the deep earth

  Power of the flowing water

  Warmth of the burning flame

  In Nyx’s name we call to thee!”

  I focused on the words to the beautiful old poem, and sincerely hoped that tonight actually would be the beginning of something special.

  “Healing of ills

>   Righting of wrongs

  Cleansing of impurity

  Desiring of truths

  In Nyx’s name we call to thee!”

  I moved quickly around the circle, and was happy that the majority of the kids smiled at me and murmured “Blessed be” after they sipped from the goblet. Guess no one minded that tonight’s wine was absent the blood of a bullied fledgling. (I refused to think about how much I would have loved the taste of fledgling blood mixed with the wine.)

  “Sight of the cat

  Hearing of the dolphin

  Speed of the snake

  Mystery of the phoenix

  In Nyx’s name we call to thee

  and ask that with us you will blessed be!”

  I drank the last of the wine and put the goblet back on the table. In reverse order, I thanked each element and sent them away as in turn Stevie Rae, Erin, Shaunee, and finally Damien blew out their candles. Then I completed the ritual by saying, “This Full Moon Rite is ended. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again!”

  The fledglings echoed, “Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again!”

  And that was it. My first ritual as leader of the Dark Daughters was over.

  I was actually feeling a little empty and almost sad—you know, kinda like the letdown you have after you’ve waited and waited for spring break, and then it comes and you realize you don’t have anything to do now that there’s no school. Well, honestly I only had about a second to feel like that before my friends converged on me, all talking at once about handprints and cement drying too soon.

  “Please. Like my Twin can’t call in a little water to soup that cement right up if it has the nerve to dry before we can make our handprints,” Shaunee said.

  Erin nodded. “That’s what I’m here for, Twin. That and being an example of incredibly good fashion sense.”

  “Both are very important, Twin.”

  Damien gave a big, exaggerated eye roll.

  “Y’all, let’s just make the handprints and get out of here. My stomach kinda hurts and I got a killer headache,” Stevie Rae said.

  I nodded in complete understanding with Stevie Rae. We’d slept so late we hadn’t had time to eat anything. I was starved, too. And I’d probably get a caffeine-deprived headache myself if I didn’t eat and drink something pretty soon.

  “I agree with Stevie Rae. Let’s hurry and make the handprints, and then we can join everyone else in the other room with the food.”

  “Neferet had the cooks make a special taco bar. I stuck my head in there earlier and it really looked yummy,” Damien said.

  “Well, come on then. Stop dillydallying,” Stevie Rae grumped while she practically stomped over to one of the cement squares.

  “What’s wrong with her?” Damien whispered.

  “Clearly she’s having PMS issues,” Shaunee said.

  “Yeah, I noticed earlier she was looking kinda pale and bloated, but I didn’t want to be mean and say anything,” Erin said.

  “Let’s just make the prints and eat,” I said, picking my own cement square, pleased that Erik chose the one right beside me.

  “Um, I wetted some towels in the kitchen so you guys could wipe your hands when you’re done,” said Jack, who was looking very cute and nervous holding an armload of damp white towels.

  I smiled at him. “That’s really nice of you, Jack. Okay, let’s do it!”

  Close up I could tell that the cement had been poured into what looked like cardboard molds, and I figured it would be easy to tear off the cardboard once the cement had dried. I still liked Damien’s idea of putting the handprints in the courtyard outside the dining hall—kinda like weird stepping stones.

  The cement was definitely still wet, and there was a lot of laughing going on as we made our prints and then used twigs Jack ran out to collect (the kid was certainly handy to have around) to write our names.

  While we were wiping our hands with the towels and studying our work, Erik leaned close to say, “I’m really glad Neferet chose me for the Prefect Council.”

  I kept my mouth shut and nodded. If I told him that actually I had chosen him, with Damien, Stevie Rae, and the Twins agreeing, I would probably let the air right out of his sails. Neferet was a big deal. And it really wouldn’t hurt anything (except my ego) to let him think that she was the one who picked him. I was just getting ready to change the subject and call everyone into the room with the food when I heard some weird sounds to my right. When I realized what the weird sounds were I felt my heart clench.

  Stevie Rae was coughing.

  Damien was directly to my right. Then came the Twins. Stevie Rae had chosen the block of cement farthest to the right, and closest to the entrance to the room with the food. A bunch of the kids were already eating, but about half of the group had stayed to watch us make the handprints and talk, so there were several more people between Stevie Rae and me, but I could see that she was still on her knees in front of her cement block. She must have felt my eyes on her because she sat back on her heels and looked over at me. I could hear her clear her throat. She gave me a tired smile and I saw her shrug and then mouth the words, Frog in my throat. And I remembered that’s what she’d said during the monologue performance. She’d been coughing then, too.

  Without looking at him I told Erik, “Get Neferet. Fast!”

  I stood up and started moving toward her. Stevie Rae had already made her handprint and signed it, and she was wiping her hands on a towel. Before I could get to her a wrenching cough claimed her. Her shoulders shook with it. She had the towel pressed to her mouth.

  Then I smelled it, and it was like I’d slammed into an invisible wall. The scent of blood washed over me, seductive, alluring, and horrible. I stopped and closed my eyes. Maybe if I stayed very still and didn’t open them I could convince myself that this was all just a bad dream, that I would wake up in a few hours, still nervous about the Full Moon Ritual, with Nala snoring peacefully on my pillow and Stevie Rae snoring just as peacefully in the bed beside me.

  I felt an arm go around me, and still I didn’t move.

  “She needs you, Zoey.” Damien’s voice was shaking only a little.

  I opened my eyes then and stared at him. He was already crying. “I don’t think I can do this.”

  His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Yes, you can. You have to.”

  “Zoey!” Stevie Rae sobbed.

  Without another thought, I wrenched myself from Damien’s arm and ran to my best friend. She was on her knees clutching the blood-soaked towel to her chest. She coughed and gagged again, and more blood sprayed from her mouth and nose.

  “Get me more towels!” I snapped to Erin, who was sitting white-faced and silent beside Stevie Rae. Then I crouched in front of Stevie Rae. “It’s going to be okay. I promise. It’s going to be okay.”

  Stevie Rae was crying, and her tears were tinged red. She shook her head. “It’s not. It can’t be. I’m dying.” Her voice was weak and gurgled as she tried to speak through the blood hemorrhaging in her lungs and throat.

  “I’m staying with you. I won’t let you be alone,” I said.

  She grasped my hand and I was shocked by how cold hers was. “I’m scared, Z.”

  “I know, I’m scared, too. But we’ll get through this together. I promise.”

  Erin handed me a pile of towels. I took the blood-soaked towel from Stevie Rae’s hands, then I started wiping her face and mouth with a clean one, but she started coughing again and I couldn’t keep up. There was just too much blood. And now Stevie Rae was shaking so hard that she couldn’t hold a towel herself. With a cry, I pulled her onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her, and like she was a child again, I began rocking her, telling her over and over that it would be all right, that I wouldn’t leave her.

  “Zoey, this might help.” I’d forgotten that there were other people in the room, so Damien’s voice surprised me. I looked up to see that he was holding the relit green candle that represented earth. Then somehow, in
the midst of my fear and despair, my instinct kicked in and I suddenly felt very calm.

  “Come down here, Damien. Hold the candle close to her.”

  Damien dropped to his knees, and oblivious to the growing pool of blood that surrounded us and soaked us, he pressed close to Stevie Rae, holding the candle in front of her face. I felt more than I saw Erin and Shaunee kneel on either side of me, and I drew strength from their presence.

  “Stevie Rae, open your eyes, honey,” I said softly.

  With a nasty, gurgling breath, Stevie Rae’s eyelids fluttered open. The whites of her eyes were totally red and more pink tears leaked down her colorless cheeks, but her eyes caught on the candle, and they held.

  “I call the element earth to us now.” My voice strengthened and got louder as I spoke. “And I ask that earth be with this very special fledgling, Stevie Rae Johnson, who has been so newly gifted with an affinity for the element. Earth is our home—our provider—and earth is where we will all someday return. Tonight I ask that earth hold and comfort Stevie Rae, and make her journey home a peaceful one.”

  With a rush of fragrant air we were suddenly enveloped in the scents and sounds of an orchard. I smelled apples and hay, and heard birds chirping and bees buzzing.

  Stevie Rae’s reddened lips tilted up. Her eyes never left the green candle, but she whispered, “I’m not scared anymore, Z.”

  Then I heard the front door burst open and Neferet was there crouched beside me. She started to move Damien and the Twins out of the way and take Stevie Rae from my arms.

  My voice blasted the room with its power, and I saw even Neferetjerk back with surprise. “No! We stay with her. She needs her element and she needs us.”

  “Very well,” Neferet said. “It’s very nearly over anyway. Help me get her to drink this so that her passing will be painless.”

  I was going to take the vial filled with milky liquid from her when Stevie Rae spoke with surprising clearness. “I don’t need it. Since earth came there hasn’t been any pain.”