by P. C. Cast
Shaunee was wrong. Real wrong.
Erin had backed up against the fountain. Water was flowing all over her. Her hair, her clothes, her body. Dallas was staring at her like he was starving and she was a T-bone steak dinner. Erin lifted her arms over her head, making her boobs press against her soggy shirt, which was white and wet and now totally see-through.
“How’s this for a wet T-shirt contest?” Her voice was all sexy and she shimmied a little, making her boobs bounce.
“You win. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, girl.”
“I can show you something hotter,” Erin said. With one motion she pulled her soaked T-shirt off and then unhooked her lace bra.
Dallas was breathing so hard Shaunee could hear him. He licked his lips. “You’re right, girl. That is hotter.”
“And what about this?” Erin hooked her thumbs in the waist of her little plaid skirt and pulled it off. She smiled at Dallas as he stared at the little lace thong she was still wearing.
“How ’bout takin’ the rest of that off?” His voice had deepened and he’d moved closer to her.
“Sounds good to me. I like wearing nothing but water.” Erin peeled off the thong. Now all she had on were her Christian Louboutin boots. She ran her hands all over her body with the water. “Wanta get wet with me?”
“Wet isn’t all I wanta get with you,” he said. “Girl, I’m gonna open up a whole other world for you.”
“I’m ready for it,” she said silkily, still touching herself. “’Cause I’m sick of the boring-ass world I’ve been living in.”
“Lightning, girl. Let’s make some lightning and some changes.”
“Bring it!” Erin said.
Dallas closed the distance between them. The two of them were wrapped together and so into each other that Shaunee didn’t have to worry about them hearing her when she rushed away, totally nauseated, her eyes filled with tears.
Zoey
“If you guys don’t mind I’m gonna go to the media center. Damien thought there might be some old books on True Sight in the reference section if I dig hard enough. He’s probably better at research than I am, but I’m stubborn,” Shaylin said. “If there’s something to find, eventually I’ll find it.”
“No problem,” I said and Stevie Rae gave a shrug saying, “Sounds good to me.”
She started to walk away and then paused. “Hey, thanks for letting me come with you and talk to Thanatos. And thanks for hearing what I had to say in there. And, well, sorry again for that thing with Aphrodite earlier.”
“I’m not the one you need to keep apologizing to for that,” I said.
“Yeah, well, I think you’re the only one who will listen,” Shaylin said, glancing in the direction Aphrodite had twitched off.
“Aphrodite’ll listen. Just not very well,” Stevie Rae said. “You did good in there, Shaylin. I like what you say about people’s colors. I think you should focus on following your gut about what you see.”
“Huh,” Kramisha huffed as she hurried up to us. “I say guts can get you in a shit ton of trouble.”
I was thinking, understatement of the year, as Stevie Rae was asking, “What’s up, Kramisha?”
“It’s Dallas’s red fledglings. They’re actin’ like they wanta help clean up the stable.”
Stevie Rae frowned. I chewed my lip. Kramisha crossed her arms and tapped her foot.
“Is helping a bad thing?” Shaylin spoke into the uncomfortable pause.
“Dallas’s group has been, well…” I hesitated, trying to form a phrase that didn’t involve using words I tried (pretty much) to avoid.
Kramisha beat me to it, “They’s ass bites.”
“Maybe they’re trying to change,” Shaylin said.
“They’s devious ass bites,” Kramisha added.
“We don’t trust them,” I explained.
“And we have lots of reasons to don’t trust ’em,” Stevie Rae said. “But I have an idea. Thanatos said I gotta practice being a leader and Shaylin’s gotta practice her True Sight thing. So let’s do both.” Stevie Rae straightened her back and her voice changed from sweet and girl-like to a woman who sounded more confident and lots older. “Shaylin, you can go to the media center later. Right now you’ll come with me to the stables. I want you to look at the colors of the red fledglings there and tell me which ones are most dangerous.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said.
“Uh, you don’t have to call me ma’am,” Stevie Rae said quickly, sounding like herself again. “Just lettin’ me boss you around is good enough.”
“You ain’t that bossy,” Kramisha said.
“Well, I’m tryin’ to be.” Stevie Rae sighed, then glanced at me.
I grinned at her. “You can boss me if you want to.”
She gave me an ack! look. “If I ever try to you can call me a wiener and tell me to slap myself with a bun and mustard.”
I laughed. “Well, then, if you don’t care I’m gonna take some time by myself. I need to think about this Seer Stone thing. I’ll meet you at the stables in a little while, though. If you see Stark, tell him I’m fine and I’ll be there soon.”
“Okie dokie,” Stevie Rae said.
I watched the three of them walk off. I could hear Kramisha asking Shaylin about her color, and before the kid could answer her, she was already explaining to Shaylin that there was no damn way her color could be any kind of orange ’cause she didn’t like her no orange. Shaylin was looking confused but interested. Stevie Rae looked thoughtful and determined, like she was trying to reflect on the outside the leadership she was working on on the inside.
Me? I imagined if you put a mirror up to me I’d look confused and tired and see that my mascara was clumping and my hair was frizzing.
I wanted to go with my friends and help them get the stables cleaned up. I wanted to find Stark and have him hold my hand and tease me about over-worrying and Internet health symptom googling. Mostly I wanted to forget about the stupid Seer Stone around my neck and focus on something that made more sense—like hateful red fledglings and homework. But I knew Thanatos had been right. We would need all of our gifts to have a chance at even just keeping Darkness at bay. So instead of following my friends, I walked a different path. I cleared my mind as much as I could, and let my instincts guide me. When it was obvious where my feet were leading me, I whispered, “Spirit, please come to me. Help me not to be too afraid.” The element I felt most comfortable with soothed my fear, so that by the time I was standing before the shattered oak tree, it was like my emotions were wrapped in a soft, warm blanket.
I needed the comfort blanket. This place scared me. Professor Nolan had been killed here. Stevie Rae had almost been killed here. Kalona had ripped from the earth here. Jack—poor sweet Jack—had died here.
My gut had taken me here. Worse, my Seer Stone had started to radiate heat.
Yep, I thought. Like Kramisha said, following your gut can cause a shit ton of trouble. I sighed and admitted the truth my instinct had followed—if there’s old magick at the House of Night, this was an excellent place for it to be hiding. Sgiach had told me that old magick was powerful. It was also unpredictable and dangerous. I remembered her explaining that how it manifested had a lot to do with the Priestess who had called it to her.
So, what did that mean for me? What kind of Priestess was I becoming?
I sighed. A confused, crappy one who didn’t get enough sleep.
One with potential, drifted through my mind.
One who doesn’t know enough, I mentally countered with.
One who needs to believe in herself, the wind whispered to me.
One who needs to quit screwing up, my mind insisted.
One who needs to believe in her Goddess.
And that stopped my mental battle.
“I do believe in you, Nyx. I always will.” Resolutely, I pulled the warm Seer Stone from under my T-shirt, took a deep breath, lifted it, and stared through the little Lifesaver-like hole at the
broken, battered oak tree.
For a second nothing happened. I squinted, and the tree was just a messed-up old tree. I started to relax and, typically, that’s when all hell broke loose.
From the center of the shattered trunk an ugly, terrible whirling vortex of shadows emerged. Within the whirlpool I could see horrible creatures with twisted bodies covered in skin that was mottled, as if they were rotting from disgusting diseases. Their eyes were cavernous sockets. Their mouths were sewn shut. I could smell them. It was a stink like old roadkill mixed with a backed-up toilet. I gagged and must have made a retching sound, because as a group, they turned their sightless faces to me. Their long, skeletal fingers reached toward me.
“No! Stop!” Spirit’s comfort was shattered. I was paralyzed by fear.
And then from the very center of the vortex a beautiful, full moon-colored light flashed up, burning the horrid creatures into nothingness and knocking me backward on my butt. I dropped the Seer Stone, severing my link to the old magick. As I blinked and gasped, the tree became the tree again. Old and creepy, but mundane and broken.
Not caring about Thanatos or Death’s commands I scrambled to my feet and ran like hell.
* * *
“I’m not crazy. It’s my life that is crazy. I’m not crazy. It’s my life that is crazy…” Between panting breaths I spoke the words like a mantra, over and over to myself, trying to find my normal—my center, or even just a small measure of calm, but my heartbeat was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. Heart attack, I thought. This level of crazy is too much for me and I’m having a heart attack.
I’d just realized that maybe I couldn’t catch my breath and my heart was pounding like crazy because I was still running, when strong, familiar hands grabbed me, jerking me to a sudden stop. Like a total girl I collapsed against Stark, shaking so hard that my teeth were chittering.
“Zoey! Are you hurt? Who’s after you?” Stark kept me tucked against him while he turned me so that he was staring through the darkness behind me. I’d wrapped my arms around him and I could feel that he’d slung his bow and an arrow holder over his shoulder. Readiness radiated from him. Even through my panic, his presence calmed me. I gulped air, shaking my head. “No, I’m okay. I’m okay.”
He held me out at arm’s length, looking up and down my body like he was checking for wounds. “What happened? Why are you freaked and running like a crazy person?”
I frowned at him. “I’m not a crazy person.”
“Well, you were running like one. And inside here”—he pressed a finger against my chest over my quieting heart—“you were definitely feeling whacked.”
“Old magick.”
His eyes widened. “The bull?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I looked through the Seer Stone at the tree. You know, the tree, by the east wall.”
“Why in the hell would you do that?”
“Because Thanatos told me I needed to practice with the stupid Seer Stone in case it could somehow be used to fight Neferet.”
“So you saw something that came after you?”
“Well, no. Yes. Kinda. I saw some creepy things inside something that looked like a tornado whirlpooling up from the middle of the tree. Stark, they were seriously the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen. And they smelled bad. Really, really bad. Actually, they almost made me puke. I did gag, which was when they noticed me, but before they could do anything this bright light zapped them.” I paused, thinking through my panic. “Actually, the zapping light was kinda like Sookie’s fairy-light-thing. Do you think there’s any chance I’m a fairy?”
“No, Z. Focus. True Blood is fiction. This is the real world. What happened after the zapping light?”
“I don’t know. I ran.” I glanced around us and noticed that I’d run all the way along the inside of the wall and I was almost at the stables. “I ran a really long way.”
“And?”
“And nothing. Except that you grabbed me. Goddess, I thought I was having a heart attack.”
“So you were scared. That’s it?”
I frowned at him again. His voice was kind, but his expression was strained, like he was trying to choose between shaking me, or kissing me. “Well,” I said slowly. “Yeah, but I was really scared.”
His grip on my shoulders turned into a giant, squashing bear hug. I felt his body relax. He let out a long breath that ended up being a chuckle. “You scared the bejezzus out of me, Z.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled against his chest, wrapping my arms around him again and squeezing him back. “Thanks for finding me and being totally ready to save me.”
“You don’t have to say sorry. I’m your Warrior—your Guardian—it’s my job to save you. Even though you’re usually pretty good at saving yourself.”
I leaned back so I could see his eyes. “I’m a job?”
His lips tilted up in his cocky, half grin. “Full time. Totally. No benefits and no days off, either.”
“Seriously?”
“Okay, no.” His cocky grin got wider. “I do remember getting some sick days when an arrow burned me and a few more when a crazy Scotsman cut me up. So, I take that back. I get benefits. They’re just crappy ones.”
“You’re so fired!” I would’ve smacked him, but I didn’t want to take my arms away from around his shoulders.
“You can’t fire me. I signed up for life.” Stark’s smile faded from his lips, but remained in his eyes. “You’re my Priestess, my Queen, mo bann ri. I’ll never leave you. I’ll always protect you. I love you, Zoey Redbird.” He bent and kissed me so tenderly that I felt the truth of his commitment deep in my soul.
When his lips finally left mine I looked up at him. “I love you, too,” I said. “And you know you don’t have to be jealous of a dead guy, right?”
He touched my cheek. “Right. Sorry ’bout that last night.”
“That’s okay. And, um, speaking of—there’s something you need to know.”
“What?”
I took a big breath and blurted, “Last night at the end of the ritual I looked through the Seer Stone at Aurox and I saw Heath. That’s why I didn’t let you and Darius hurt him.”
I felt the tension level in Stark’s body shoot back up to the Danger! Red Alert! range.
“Is that why you were calling Heath in your sleep last night?” He sounded more hurt than pissed.
“No. Yes. I don’t know! I was telling you the truth. I don’t remember what I was dreaming, but it makes sense that Heath was on my mind after seeing him when I looked at Aurox.”
“That bull thing is not Heath. How can you even think that?”
“It’s not that I’m thinking it. It’s what I saw.”
“Zoey, look, there has to be an explanation for what you saw.” He took a step back. My arms slid down from around his shoulders.
“That’s why Thanatos wants me to practice looking through the Seer Stone, so I can figure out how it works.” I felt cold and alone without his arms around me. “Stark, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to see Heath in Aurox. I don’t want to see or say or do anything that would hurt you. Ever.” I was blinking hard, trying to keep from bursting into tears.
Stark ran his hand through his hair. “Z, please don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying,” I said, and then hiccupped a little sob and backhanded a tear that had somehow escaped from my eye.
Stark reached into his jeans’ pocket and pulled out a crumpled tissue. He stepped close to me again, and wiped the second tear that had followed the first escapee. Then he kissed me, softly, handed me the tissue, and pulled me back into his arms.
“Don’t worry, Z. Heath and I made peace in the Otherworld. I’d be glad to see him again.”
“Really?” I had to step out of his arms long enough to blow my nose.
“Well, yeah. Glad to see him again, but not as glad for you to see him again.” His honesty made both of us smile. “And I know you wouldn’t hurt me on pur
pose. But, Z, that bull thing is not Heath.”
“Stark, I knew Aurox had something to do with old magick from the first time I saw him. He made me feel weird as hell.” I hated telling him, but he deserved nothing less than honesty from me.
“Of course he made you feel weird. He’s a creature of Darkness! And, yeah, he’s old magick. He was created by the nastiest kind of that shit when Neferet killed your mom as a sacrifice. I’d worry about you if he didn’t make you feel weird.”
I let out a deep breath. “Well, I guess that does make sense.”
“Yeah, and I’ll bet if we work on it together we can figure out why that stone showed you Heath last night.” When I just chewed my lip he kept on, like he was reasoning aloud. “Think about it, Z. What all have you seen through the stone?”
“Well, on Skye I saw those old sprites—the elementals.”
“Were they like the things you saw today?”
I shuddered. “No, not at all. The elementals were unearthly, mysterious, strange, but in a good way. What I saw today was grotesque and terrifying.”
“Okay, except for just now at the tree, and last night at the ritual, has the Seer Stone shown you anything else since we’ve been back from Italy?”
I met his gaze. “Yes. You.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Zoey
“Me? Z, you’re not making any sense,” Stark said.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. It’s just that it kinda felt like I was creeping on you when I did it because you were sleeping, and I only did it because it was back when you were having trouble sleeping, and it was actually mostly an accident, so I never said anything to you, and now it seems like I could have made the whole thing up,” I finished in a rush.
“Zoey, I can listen in on your emotions. That’s way more creeper-like than you peeking through a stone at me while I’m asleep. Plus, you’re right. My sleep had been really jacked up. I don’t blame you for checking me out with the stone. Just tell me what you saw.”
“I saw a shadow over you. I remember thinking that it looked like a ghost Warrior. You opened your hand and the Guardian Sword appeared. Then the ghost-shadow guy grabbed it and it turned into a spear. I think it was bloody. It scared me, so I called spirit and chased the thing away. You woke up then and we uh…” My face felt hot. “Well, we made love and I forgot about it.”
