by P. C. Cast
“Nothing and no one…” the Goddess mused. Then a long, slow smile lifted Neferet’s lush lips. “After listening to you and an associate of mine, I have just realized how I can break Thanatos’s spell. Now, let us eat cake while we plan the most spectacular event Tulsa has ever witnessed!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Zoey
Kalona’s funeral was sad and happy at the same time, and it happened super fast. Travis and Shaunee worked together so well it sometimes seemed like they were reading each other’s minds. Darius and Aurox put up an awning to shield her from the sunlight, and from there she gave directions to Aurox, Travis, and a team of humans, which included Detective Marx and the officers who’d put themselves in charge of Kalona’s body, as well as a group of men they’d somehow talked into helping.
All the while a big raven, obviously Rephaim, perched on the edge of the awning roof, right above Shaunee, cocking his head with active interest and silently watching over everything.
It was mid-afternoon when Shaunee said the logs and planks were perfect and called for Kalona’s body. Detective Marx and Darius carried the front of the litter. The TPD officers, in freshly pressed uniforms, and Aurox, dressed all in black, spread out around the rest of the litter, lifting it and walking slowing, in perfect step, to the pyre. I waited beside the pyre with Shaunee, Damien, Lenobia, and Erik. At the last minute, wearing round, heavily tinted Chanel sunglasses, Aphrodite joined us.
“You okay?” I asked her softly.
“No, but too many of the Nerd Herd are missing. Someone has to represent.”
I smiled at her and gave her a quick hug. “Thanks from them.”
“Stop. Seriously. There’s only so much PDA I can take when I’m hungover. Or even when I’m not hungover.”
Then everyone’s attention focused on Kalona’s body as they carried him across the center green. He was covered with a ginormous silver rectangle of cloth. The afternoon sunlight seemed to brighten as he got closer and closer to the pyre, and the material shined and fluttered as if it were made of liquid mercury.
“That’s incredible,” I said. “I’ve never seen anything like that cloth.”
“I found it in the drama room and gave it to Damien for Kalona’s shroud,” Erik said. “But it didn’t shine like that inside.”
“It’s Erebus,” Damien said. “He’s put magick in the sunlight for his brother.”
I blinked fast, and was so focused on not crying that I didn’t notice the people until Shaunee pointed them out.
“Wow, check out all the humans!”
Led by Travis, a long line of somber people were trailing out of the field house.
“They liked him,” Lenobia said. When I gave her my question mark look, she explained, “Kalona fascinated the humans, but it seems they also truly liked him. He was patient with their questions and didn’t get angry when children tugged on his feathers.”
“So kids did actually grab his feathers,” Aphrodite said. “Wish I’d seen that.”
“And also you have to remember that interview made him look like a hero,” Lenobia said. “And the YouTube thing went viral.”
“Kalona was a hero,” Shaunee said firmly. “He saved Rephaim. He tried his best to save Grandma Redbird. He saved a bunch of us in front of the Mayo. He even died trying to save someone he’d never met. He made terrible mistakes in his life, but at the end, he was on the right side—he did the right thing.”
“And Nyx forgave him,” I said, agreeing with her.
The raven, circling low over our heads, croaked as if agreeing with Shaunee, too. And then he landed in the oak tree nearest the pyre, perching on a thick branch that extended toward it.
“Zoey, I’ll help Travis circle the people. You can start whenever you’re ready.” I nodded and then turned to Shaunee.
“I think you should speak. He and I had too much history.” She started to protest, but I interrupted her. “I don’t mean that I have any bad feelings about Kalona now. Actually, I haven’t for a while. But that’s different from being his friend. His friend should speak at his funeral, and I think you were his friend.”
“I’m agreeing with Z,” Aphrodite said.
“As am I,” Damien said.
“But I don’t know what to say,” Shaunee said.
“Yes you do.” Erik took her hand and smiled intimately at her. “You’re good at saying what you feel. Just do that for Kalona one more time.”
Huh! They’ve got something going on between them! I was honestly happy for them.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Shaunee said.
“I’ll follow you with the torch. Let me know when you want me to give it to you,” I said.
Shaunee nodded, lifted her chin, and walked purposefully through the circle of people to stand in front of Kalona’s pyre.
The already quiet crowd went absolutely silent. I heard Shaunee draw in a big breath, and then she began, “Kalona was our High Priestess’s Warrior, and Protector of this House of Night. He was my friend. He was father to his son, Rephaim. Those things are important—Warrior, friend, and father—but Kalona was something more. He was an ancient walking this earth among us, for good or ill, a constant reminder that our world is filled with magickal forces. Kalona was tangible proof that those forces can be awe-inspiring and awesome, frightening and mesmerizing, wonderful and terrible—all at the same time. He was our superhero, and even a superhero sometimes makes mistakes. Ours did, but in the end he kept his oath and sacrificed himself to protect us. When I remember Kalona, I’ll remember him with respect and love, always love.”
Shaunee motioned to me, and I stepped forward, handing her the burning torch I carried.
“Now you should all move back three big paces. I’m going to light Kalona’s pyre, and it’s going to be bright and hot. But you don’t need to be scared. Fire listens to me, and I give you my oath that I will only use it to protect and serve goodness and Light.” I saw her exchange smiles with Detective Marx and the uniformed officers. When everyone had moved far enough back, Shaunee said, “Fire, I call you to me. Light a blaze that Kalona will see all the way from the Otherworld!”
She touched the torch to the pyre, and fire roared from it, like she had just turned on a flamethrower. At the same instant a beam of light speared from the west, intensifying Shaunee’s already awesome blaze. We all shuffled back farther, though no one acted scared or panicked. Above us, Kalona’s son, in the form of a raven, called mournfully over and over. As dark shapes circled far above us, throwing strange shadows over the pyre, Rephaim’s cries echoed in the wind, and I realized that it wasn’t just one raven I was hearing, but hundreds of them.
Zoey
With the help of fire and, we suspected, a major dose of sunlight, the pyre had burned faster than any I’d ever seen before. Aphrodite, Damien, Erik, and I hadn’t left yet, even though we were all doing a lot of yawning. No one said it, but I guessed they felt a lot like I did—I didn’t want to leave Rephaim perched up there by himself, cawing pathetically. Stevie Rae would want us to stay. Hell, Kalona would probably even want us to stay. So we stayed.
The humans had mostly wandered back inside, though some of the children had discovered a bunch of jump ropes in the Warriors’ gym, and they were noisily skipping up and down the sidewalk.
Aphrodite looked over the black rim of her sunglasses at the kids. “I don’t know why anyone would purposefully procreate.”
I grimaced as one of the children laughed so shrilly that I was pretty sure I heard Duchess howl in response.
“And this is the perfect time for me to make my exit back to Thanatos,” Shaunee said. “Even though I kinda like kids. I used to babysit for friends of my parents who were so rich their playroom was like a Toys R Us store.”
Aphrodite shuddered delicately. “Why did your parents hate you so much?”
Detective Marx joined us. “It was a nice funeral. Shaunee, what you said was perfect.”
“Thanks,” she said, smiling at
the tall detective.
“Hey, I’m going to take that ambulance back to St. John’s, and the other officers are going off duty. I’ll get my truck and come on back here for the night.”
“Shouldn’t you go home to your daughters? They gotta be missing you,” Shaunee said.
Marx smiled. “My daughters and my wife are right over there.” He pointed at the group of jump-roping girls.
“Of course they are,” Aphrodite muttered.
We ignored her. “Want to hitch a ride with us?” Marx asked Shaunee. “I can swing you by the Council Oak Tree on my way back to the station.”
Erik cleared his throat. “If it’s okay with you guys, I’ll take Shaunee back and hang out there for a while.”
I shrugged. “Okay by me.”
“Awesome!” Erik said, smiling at Shaunee. “And tell Aurox he doesn’t need to worry about relieving me until sunrise tomorrow. I know the Warriors have a lot on their plate here with all these humans.”
“I’ll tell him,” I said. And everyone except Aphrodite scattered.
“When did they become a thing?” Aphrodite asked.
“Right? I was wondering the same thing.”
“Guess he needed a backup plan since Shaylin turned gay.”
“Aphrodite, you do realize what you just said was full of stereotypes, don’t you?”
“Yes. It’s figurative language I hate, not English in general,” she said, rolling her eyes.
I frowned at her and shook my head. “Shaunee is an awesome person—and gorgeous. Erik could want to be with her for those reasons and not just because he needs to be with someone to make up for Shaylin.”
Aphrodite started to say something and then stopped herself, thought, and started again. “Actually, you might be right. Erik has changed since he was ‘our Erik,’” she air-quoted. “He’s turning out to be an okay guy. Just don’t ever tell him I said that.”
“I won’t.”
“Plus,” she said as she watched the two of them walk down the sidewalk together, “they’re reminding me of Olivia and the president in Scandal. I’m liking this whole black girl–white boy thing. It’s attractive. Not to mention how it broadens the typical white boy point of view. Goddess knows they need it.”
“That’s the most politically correct thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
“You are welcome, retard,” she said. “Go get some sleep. I’ll see you after sunset.” But before she could twitch away, Kramisha ran up to us, teetering on six-inch over-the-knee patent-leather boots, holding her hoodie up over her head so it wouldn’t mess up her flaming red wig. Even with the giant mirrored gold sunglasses she had on I could tell she was scowling.
“Your boots are crazy,” Aphrodite told her.
“Don’t start with me. I didn’t get my sleep.” Kramisha pulled out a piece of her purple notepaper from inside her giant tote and shoved it toward us.
“Oh, hell no!” Aphrodite took a step back. “That’s for Z.”
“Act like you’ve got some damn sense. It’s not like I’m out here ’cause I wanna be. Here, Z.” She handed me the paper. “It is for you.”
I wanted to scream and drop it like it was a spider, but I was trying to be grown up and have some damn sense. So instead I sighed and took the paper, reading the poem aloud:
Inevitable as death
Wield the Old Magick
His sacrifice accepted.
“Um, late much?” Aphrodite said. “Even I can tell that haiku’s about Kalona, and he’s already dead.”
“Do. Not. Speak.” Kramisha held her finger up at Aphrodite. Obviously thinking she had Aphrodite under control, she turned to me. “I got a strong feelin’ that you gotta get that stone back from Frodo over there.”
“I will beat you with my brush if you call me Frodo again.”
“Shhh!” I told Aphrodite. Then faced Kramisha, “I can’t wield it until I’ve figured out how not to turn into another Neferet.”
“Neferet’s broke. You ain’t. Old Magick is the only chance we have at beatin’ a goddess. So use it or you won’t have to worry ’bout turnin’ into a crazy bitch because we’ll all be the slaves of a crazy bitch.” Kramisha snapped her head around to glare at Aphrodite. “I’m leavin’ before she makes some stupid-assed slave joke that’ll make me have to go all Jackie Brown on her.” And Kramisha tottered away.
“Who’s Jackie Brown?”
“I have no clue,” I said.
“Maybe we should ask Shaunee.”
I sighed. “Maybe we should focus on how I can use the stupid stone!”
“You want my opinion?”
I stifled another sigh and said, “Yes.”
“Wear the stone. You know what it’s capable of now. Keep a check on yourself. We’ll all keep a check on you—this time out in the open. If you start to snap, you’ll be tackled by a Herd of Nerds. Literally and figuratively.”
“I really don’t have any choice, do I?”
“Not anymore you don’t. Neferet figured out how to kill Kalona. She’s going to figure out how to break the protective spell. Then she’s going to come after us. Mostly you, but the fallout will include the rest of us.”
“You’re right. Give me back the stupid stone.”
Aphrodite reached under the neck of her shirt and pulled out a delicate silver chain, long enough that she didn’t have to unclasp it to take it off. From the chain dangled the deceptively innocent-looking Seer Stone.
“It always reminds me of a coconut Life Saver,” I said, reluctant to touch it. “That’s a pretty chain.”
“It’s platinum. Try not to fuck it up, because I want it back. The chain, not the stone. Stop stalling and take it.” She held it out so I had to do exactly that. “You know, your first step in this whole wield-the-Old-Magick thing might have something to do with you working on your confidence. Z, if you don’t believe you can do this, there’s no damn way you’re going to be able to do this.”
“I know.” I put the chain around my neck and tucked the stone under my T-shirt. Then I waited for something to happen.
Aphrodite snorted. “Seriously? You walked around with that thing for weeks before you went postal.”
“Well, something could happen!” I said defensively.
“Yeah, sure, and Oklahoma could elect a female Democrat to the Senate, hell could freeze over, pigs could fly, blah, blah. Relax. Stressing over it can’t help.”
“Okay, yeah, you’re right.”
“I love hearing that twice in one conversation.”
“Don’t get used to it.” Aphrodite rolled her eyes and started to twitch away. I called after her, “Hey, I’m sending a group text. We gotta have a serious brainstorming session. Everyone needs to meet in the professors’ dining hall for breakfast. Fifteen minutes after sunset.”
“Make it an hour and fifteen minutes after sunset and I’ll send the text for you.”
“Aphrodite, we really need to get a plan.”
“Zoey, we really need to get some sleep.”
I chewed my lip and thought about how tired she looked and how tired I felt. “Deal,” I said.
“Oh, and by the way, I know you’re using this whole end-of-the-world thing as an excuse to take over the vamps’ cafeteria, and I like it!” She waggled her eyebrows at me and then off she twitched.
Shaking my head and yawning, I started toward the girls’ dorms—and then made a sharp turn, backtracked, and took a giant circular detour when I noticed that some of the jump-roping kids were gawking at me like they were gearing up to pull my feathers.
“It’s bad when Kalona seems nicer than me,” I mumbled to myself.
“You’re usually nice, Zo.”
“Holy crap, Aurox! You can’t just sneak up behind me and scare me like that.”
“I was jogging the perimeter and not sneaking at all,” he said. “You were talking to yourself so loud you didn’t hear me, or Skylar.” He nodded upward at the school’s wall, where the giant orange cat was padding on
his tiger-like paws, keeping up with Aurox. “Why do you think Kalona was nicer than you?”
I made a gesture in the general direction from where distant girl giggles could still be heard. “He let them pull his feathers. I detoured all the way over here to avoid them.”
Aurox smiled. “That doesn’t make you less nice. It makes you smart. Young humans hurt my ears, too.”
I grinned back at him, glad things felt easier between us since we’d discovered Skylar together. “Young humans, especially young human girls, would like you. They’d think you’re super hot,” I teased. Then instantly wished I could take it back, because the easy, friendly feeling between us evaporated.
“I should get on with my patrol. Blessed be, Zoey.”
He started to jog away and I snagged his wrist. “Hey, hang on. I didn’t mean to say anything to make you mad.”
His broad shoulders slumped. “I’m not mad. I just get tired of it.”
“It?” I asked, clueless.
“It—the fact that I’m not what I seem. If those little girls knew what I could turn into, they would be terrified of me.”
“Oh,” I said, getting it. “But they don’t know, and you aren’t turning into anything right now. Why don’t you do what Rephaim does? He lives every moment of his human life to the fullest. He doesn’t let the fact that he has to be a bird every day ruin life for him.”
I could see I’d given Aurox something to think about. At least he didn’t jog away, or turn all cold and distant. We walked on for a while without saying anything. When he finally answered me, he did so in a voice that was barely above a whisper.
“I would like to be like that, but Rephaim has two things I don’t have, two things I don’t think I’ll ever have.”
When he didn’t keep talking, I prompted, “What two things?”
“The forgiveness of Nyx and the love of a woman.”
I started with the one that wasn’t a ticking time bomb. “Why don’t you think Nyx has forgiven you? Have you asked her?”
“Every day,” he said. “I light a candle at the feet of her statue and ask for her forgiveness every day.”
