Tempted: A House of Night Novel

by P. C. Cast

  With a jolt of shocked realization, Aphrodite understood what it was that was happening between her and Darius—they were going slow and getting to know each other. Really, truly getting to know each other, and she was discovering that she liked going slow almost as much as she liked getting to know Darius.

  They were falling in love!

  That terrifying thought had Aphrodite’s knees going weak so suddenly that she backed up to the chair that was in the corner of the room and, feeling light-headed, sat down.

  Darius finished making the bed and looked bemusedly across the room at her. “What are you doing all the way over there?”

  “Just sitting,” she said quickly.

  He cocked his head to the side. “Are you really okay? You did say you burned along with the vampyres in your vision. Are you still feeling the effects of that? You look pale.”

  “I’m a little thirsty, and my eyes still sting, but I’m fine.”

  When she continued to sit across the room without making any move to come to bed, he gave her a confused smile and said, “Aren’t you tired?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I am.”

  “Shall I get you some water?”

  “Oh, no! I’ll get it myself. No problem.” Aphrodite boinged up like one of those freaky puppets with strings and walked over to the sink in the opposite corner of the room. She was filling up a paper cone with water when Darius was suddenly behind her. His strong hands were on her shoulders again. This time his thumbs gently began to knead the ultratight muscles in her neck.

  “You carry all your tension here,” he said, working from her neck to her shoulders.

  Aphrodite downed the cup of water and then couldn’t make herself move. Darius massaged her shoulders silently, letting his touch tell her how much he cared for her. Finally, she allowed the cup to slide from her fingers. Her head lolled forward and Aphrodite breathed a deep, contented sigh. “Your hands are totally magic.”

  “Anything for you, my lady.”

  Aphrodite smiled and leaned into his hands, allowing herself to relax more and more. She loved it that Darius treated her like she was his High Priestess, even though she had no Mark and would never be a vampyre. She loved that he had no doubt that she was special to Nyx—that she was Chosen by the Goddess. He so obviously didn’t care whether a Mark went along with that or not. She loved that he—

  Ohmygoddess! She actually loved him! Holy shit!

  Aphrodite’s head snapped up and she turned around so quickly that Darius took a short, startled step back, automatically giving her room.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I love you!” she blurted, and then pressed her hand against her mouth like she was trying, too late, to keep the words from exploding from it.

  The warrior’s smile was long and slow. “I am glad to hear you say it. I’m in love with you, too.”

  Aphrodite’s eyes began to fill with tears and she blinked hard to stop them as she shoved past him. “Goddess! This sucks!”

  Instead of responding to her outburst, Darius simply watched her stalk over to the bed. Aphrodite could feel his steady gaze on her as she considered whether she should sit on the bed, or get in it. Finally, she did neither, deciding she didn’t like the picture she’d be creating in bed. She already felt vulnerable and exposed enough standing there in her T-shirt, panties, and nothing else. She turned to face Darius.

  “What?” she snapped.

  He tilted his head. A sad smile lifted just the corners of his lips. She thought his eyes looked decades older than the rest of his face. “Your parents are not in love, Aphrodite. From what you’ve shared with me about them, they may not be capable of feeling that emotion for anyone, and that includes you.”

  She lifted her chin and met his gaze. “So tell me something I don’t know.”

  “You aren’t your mother.”

  He’d said the words gently, but she felt them as if he’d flung knives at her that had buried themselves in her heart.

  “I know that!” She spoke through lips that were suddenly cold.

  Darius moved slowly toward her. Aphrodite thought how graceful he was—how powerful he always looked. He loved her? How? Why? Didn’t he realize what an awful bitch she was?

  “Do you really know that? You are capable of love, even if your mother is not,” he told her.

  But am I capable of being loved? She wanted to scream the question, but she couldn’t. Pride, who spoke louder to her than the understanding in Darius’s eyes, stopped the words. Instead she did what made her feel safe—she went on the offensive.

  “Of course I know that. But this whole thing between us still sucks. The truth is you’re a vampyre. I’m a human. The most I can ever be to you would be your consort, and I can’t even be that because I’m already fucking Imprinted with stupid-ass Stevie Bumpkin Rae—an Imprint I can’t seem to get rid of even though you’ve bitten me, too.” Aphrodite paused, trying not to remember the tenderness Darius had shown her when he drank from her, even though to him her Imprinted blood was tainted. She tried, unsuccessfully, not to think about the pleasure and peace she’d found in his arms, all without having sex with him.

  “I don’t think you’re right about all of that. You’re not just a human, and your Imprint with Stevie Rae doesn’t affect us. I see it as further evidence of your importance to Nyx. She knows Stevie Rae has need of you.”

  “But you don’t need me,” Aphrodite said bitterly.

  “I do need you,” he corrected her firmly.

  “For what? We’re not even fucking!”

  “Aphrodite, why are you doing this? You know I desire you, but you and I are more than just bodies and lust. We’re connected beyond that.”

  “I don’t see how!” Aphrodite was perilously close to tears again, which made her even more pissed off.

  “I do.” He closed the rest of the space between them and, taking one of her hands in his, Darius dropped to one knee before her. “I need to ask you something.”

  “Oh, Goddess! What?” Was he going to do something ridiculous like ask her to marry him?

  He fisted his right hand over his heart and stared into her eyes. “Aphrodite, Beloved Prophetess of Nyx, I ask you to accept my Warrior’s Oath. Sworn to you this day I pledge to protect you with my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul. I pledge to belong to you before all others, and to be your Warrior until I draw my last breath on this world, and beyond, if our Goddess so wills it. Do you accept my oath?”

  Aphrodite was filled with an overwhelming tide of joy. Darius wanted to be her Warrior! But that joy was short-lived as she thought about the repercussions of his oath.

  “You can’t be my Warrior. Zoey is your High Priestess. If you’re going to pledge yourself to someone, it has to be her.” Aphrodite hated saying the words—and hated even more thinking about Darius being on his knee in front of Zoey.

  “Zoey is my High Priestess, just as she is yours, but she already has a Warrior. I have witnessed young Stark’s enthusiasm for his oath-sworn position. She will need no other Warrior shadowing her. Also, Zoey already gave me her blessing to pledge to you.”

  “She did what?”

  The warrior nodded solemnly. “It was only right that I explained to Zoey what I intended.”

  “So this isn’t just an impulse? You’ve actually thought this out?”

  “Of course.” He smiled up at her. “I want to protect you forever.”

  Aphrodite was shaking her head from side to side. “You can’t.”

  Darius’s smile faded. “My pledge is mine to give, so that is no hindrance. I am young, but my skills are vast. I assure you that I can protect you.”

  “I don’t mean that! I know you’re good—you’re too damn good! That’s the problem.” Silently, Aphrodite began to cry.

  “Aphrodite, I don’t understand.”

  “Why would you want to be sworn to me? I’m a total bitch!”

  His smile returned. “You are unique.”

  Aphrodite sho
ok her head. “I’ll hurt you. I always hurt anyone who gets close to me.”

  “Then it is a good thing I am a strong warrior. Nyx was wise in giving me to you, and I am more than content with our Goddess’s choice for me.”

  “Why?” Tears were running freely down Aphrodite’s cheeks now, dripping from her chin and soaking into the T-shirt.

  “Because you deserve someone who values you beyond wealth and beauty and status. You deserve someone who values you for yourself. Now, I ask you again, do you accept my oath?”

  Aphrodite stared down into his strong, gorgeous face, and something within her broke free as she saw her future in his honest, unflinching gaze.

  “Yes, I do accept your oath,” she said.

  With a joyous shout, Darius stood and took his Prophetess into his arms. Then he held her gently until sunset as she cried out the knot of sadness and loneliness and anger that had for so long bound her heart.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Stevie Rae

  Stevie Rae usually didn’t have problems sleeping. Okay, it was a terrible cliché, but during the daytime she slept like she was, well, dead. But not that day. That day she hadn’t been able to shut off her mind—or, maybe it was more truthful to say she hadn’t been able to shut off her guilty mind.

  What was she going to do about Rephaim?

  She should tell Zoey—that’s what she should do. Absolutely no doubt about it.

  “Sure, and then Z would freak out like a long-tailed cat in a room filled with rockin’ chairs,” she muttered to herself, and continued to pace back and forth in front of the entrance to the root cellar’s tunnel. Stevie Rae was alone, but she kept throwing furtive glances around her like she expected to be snuck up on.

  And so what if someone came down here looking for her? She wasn’t doing anything wrong! She just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.

  At least she wished that was all.

  Stevie Rae stopped pacing and stared into the calming darkness of the tunnel she’d cut through the raw earth not long before. What the hell was she going to do about Rephaim?

  She couldn’t tell Zoey about him. Zoey wouldn’t understand. No one would. Heck, Stevie Rae didn’t even really understand herself! She just knew that she couldn’t turn him in—couldn’t betray him to everyone else. But when she wasn’t around him, when Stevie Rae couldn’t hear his voice and see the too-human pain in his eyes, she was mostly on the verge of panic and worried that hiding the Raven Mocker only proved that she was losing every bit of her good sense.

  He’s your enemy! The thought kept circling around in her mind, flapping and spiraling out of control like an injured bird.

  “No, right now he’s not my enemy. Right now he’s just hurt.” Stevie Rae spoke into the tunnel, to the earth that grounded her and strengthened her.

  Stevie Rae’s eyes widened as a thought struck her. It was the fact that he was hurt that had caused this mess! If he’d been whole and attacking her, or any of the others, she wouldn’t have hesitated to protect herself or anyone else.

  So, what if I just get him someplace he can heal? Yes! That was the answer! She didn’t have to protect him. She just didn’t want to hand him over to be slaughtered. If she got him to safety, someplace where he wouldn’t be bothered, Rephaim could get well and then he could choose his own future. She had! Maybe he would choose to join the good guys against Kalona and Neferet. Maybe he wouldn’t. Whichever, it wouldn’t be her concern.

  But where could he go?

  And then, staring into the tunnel, she realized the perfect answer. It would mean that she’d have to admit some of her secrets, and in doing so she wondered if Zoey could possibly understand why Stevie Rae had kept things from her. She has to understand. She’s had to make some pretty unpopular choices, too. And anyway, Stevie Rae had the sneaking suspicion Zoey wouldn’t be all that surprised by what she had to tell her; she’d probably been on to her for a while now.

  So she’d tell Z about the stuff, which would, at the very least, ensure that where she sent Rephaim wouldn’t turn into fledgling Grand Central anytime soon. He wouldn’t exactly be all alone and totally safe, but he would be out of her hair and no longer her responsibility—or her liability.

  Feeling excited and more than a little giddy that she’d figured out a solution to her massively terrible problem, Stevie Rae centered herself and checked her ever-accurate internal clock. She had just over an hour until sunset. On a normal day she could never get away with what she was planning, but today she could feel the weakness of the sun as it tried, but failed, to shine through the thick layer of gray clouds, heavy with the ice that seemed to have settled permanently over Tulsa. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t burn up if she stepped outside. She was also pretty sure that there wouldn’t be any nosy nuns poking around with ice still pelting down and everything outside the abbey being frozen and slick. Same went for the regular fledglings. The red fledglings were the least of her problems, at least from dawn till dusk. They were all still tucked in their cots in the basement. Of course everyone would be getting up in the next hour and, if she knew Z, and she did, they’d be having a big powwow about their next move, which meant Zoey would expect her to be present.

  Stevie Rae picked at her fingernails nervously. It was during the big “what are we going to do now?” meeting that she’d have to clue Zoey, and everyone else, in to her secrets. Man, she was so not looking forward to that meeting.

  To add to the not-looking-forward-to-it part, there was also the fact that Aphrodite had had another vision. Stevie Rae didn’t know what she’d seen, but through their Imprint she’d sensed the turmoil that the vision had caused Aphrodite, turmoil that had risen and then faded, which probably meant Aphrodite was currently sound asleep. That was a good thing ’cause she didn’t want her psychically being aware enough to get any clue as to what Stevie Rae was up to. She could only hope Aphrodite didn’t already know too much.

  “So it’s now or never. Time to cowboy up,” Stevie Rae whispered to herself.

  Not giving herself a chance to chicken out, she went quickly and quietly up the stairs from the root cellar and into the basement proper of the abbey. Sure enough, all the red fledglings were still crashed and totally out. Dallas’s distinct snoring drifted through the dark room, almost making her smile.

  She went to her empty cot and pulled the blanket off it. Then retraced her steps down to the cellar and moved with preternatural confidence in the unrelieved darkness to the mouth of the tunnel. With no hesitation she stepped into it, loving the scent and the feel of being surrounded by the earth. Even though she knew what she was about to do might become the biggest mistake in her life, the earth was still able to touch her and calm her, soothing her frazzled nerves like the familiar embrace of a parent.

  Stevie Rae followed the tunnel a short way to the first gentle curve. There she stopped and put the blanket down. She took three deep breaths, centering herself. When she spoke, her voice was little above a whisper, but it carried such power with it that the air around her literally shivered like heat waves off a blacktop road in the summer.

  “Earth, you are mine, just like I am yours. I call you to me.” The tunnel around Stevie Rae was instantly filled with the scents of a hayfield, and the sound of wind soughing through trees. She could feel grass that wasn’t there beneath her feet. And that wasn’t all Stevie Rae could feel. She felt the earth all around her, and it was that sense of her element—an acknowledgment of earth as an ensouled, sentient entity, that Stevie Rae tapped into.

  She raised her arms and pointed her fingers at the low, dirt ceiling of the tunnel. “I need you to open for me. Please.” The ceiling trembled and dirt showered down, slowly at first, and then, with a sound like an old woman sighing, the earth split open above Stevie Rae.

  Instinct had her jumping back into the protective shadows of the tunnel, but she’d been right about the sun; it was definitely nowhere to be seen or felt. Was it raining? No, she decided as she peered up at the dismal sky a
nd a few drops found her face, it wasn’t raining; it was sleeting, and pretty hard at that, which was all the better for what she had to do.

  Stevie Rae wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and began the short climb up the collapsed side of the tunnel to the world above. She emerged not far from Mary’s Grotto, between it and the trees that lined the western edge of the abbey grounds. It was dark enough that it seemed that the sun had already set, but still Stevie Rae squinted uncomfortably, not liking how vulnerable daylight made her feel, even if that light was so well filtered it was practically nonexistent.

  She shook off the unease and got her bearings quickly, sighting the shed where she’d left Rephaim a little way off to her left. Putting her head down against the stinging pellets of frozen rain, she jogged to the shed. Just like the night before, as she touched the latch she couldn’t help but think Please let him be dead . . . It’d be easier if he was dead . . .

  The shed was warmer than she’d imagined, and it smelled strange. Along with the scents of the lawn mower and other oiled and gassed yard equipment, as well as the various pesticides and fertilizers stored on the shed’s shelves, there was something else. Something that made her skin crawl. She’d just made her way around the lawn-implement obstacle course and was moving slowly to the back of the shed when Stevie Rae realized what the scent reminded her of, and that realization made her steps falter and then stop completely.

  The shed, perfumed by Rephaim and his blood, smelled like the darkness that had surrounded her after she had un-died and her humanity had been almost totally destroyed. It reminded her of that black time and those days and nights that had been filled with nothing but anger and need, violence and fear.