Revealed hon-11

by P. C. Cast

  “Thank you.” Rephaim grinned.

  “It did turn out well,” Darius said, nodding in appreciation.

  “It’s like a big slumber party!” Stevie Rae said.

  “Which is exactly why Darius and I are not staying,” Aphrodite said. “Actually,” she made a big show of yawning, “I do believe I am ready for bed. What about you, handsome?”

  “Your wish is my command, my beauty,” Darius said, kissing her.

  “It is probably a good idea for all of us who are still staying in the dorm to head to our rooms—obviously,” I said.

  “Has anyone seen Dallas and his idiot friends?” Aphrodite asked.

  “No, but they have to be on campus somewhere,” I said.

  “I say we should just be happy that they haven’t been hangin’ ’round here,” Stevie Rae said. “Maybe Dallas went back to his room ’cause he’s feelin’ sad about Erin. She was his girlfriend.”

  “Last time I saw him he was feeling mad, not sad,” Aphrodite said.

  “What do you mean?” I asked her.

  “After the funeral I caught him watching Stevie Rae and Rephaim,” Aphrodite said.

  “His colors are bad,” Shaylin said. “Swirls of anger. I agree with Aphrodite. He’s mad, not sad. I hate to say this, but if he and his awful friends are hiding out in his room it’s not because they’re trying to make him feel better. I would bet he’s going to want revenge and not healing.”

  “Then he needs to go after Neferet. If anyone’s to blame for Erin’s death, it’s her,” I said.

  “His colors say he doesn’t think like that,” Shaylin said. “He’s mad. Period. And he’s going to want to strike out at someone who’s in front of his face.”

  “We need to watch him,” Aphrodite added. “Especially you, Shaylin. If you see his colors doing some unusually crazy swirly shit, be sure you let one of our Warriors know—fast. And then find Thanatos or Z.”

  I looked from one Prophetess to the other. “I like that you two are working together.”

  “Me, too,” Stevie Rae said.

  “We’re just doing our jobs,” Aphrodite said. “No need to get all huggy-kissy. And speaking of jobs—has anyone checked on Shaunee?”

  I sighed. “She’s probably still by the pyre. Why don’t we all walk up and get her. She’s going to need a shower and some sleep.”

  “Okie dokie,” Stevie Rae said. “I’m glad I’m roomin’ with her. I’ll make sure she gets somethin’ to eat before she goes to bed, too.”

  “Okay, I gotta ask—how in the hell does Rephaim get back inside your room? Do ya just leave the window open, or what?” Aphrodite said.

  “Are you askin’ just to be mean?”

  “No, bumpkin. Not this time. I’m asking because I’m curious.”

  I didn’t say anything. The truth was that I was curious, too. Shaylin and Darius stayed quiet as well. Okay, because it’s weird that Rephaim turns into a bird every day and we were dying to know the details.

  “She does leave the window open, but only a little,” Rephaim answered for her.

  “Huh,” Aphrodite said. “So you fly in and out?”

  “Just in, usually,” Rephaim said. “I walk outside just before dawn. I fly back as the sun sets.”

  “What about your clothes?” Shaylin asked the question I wanted to ask, but didn’t because I couldn’t think of a High Priestessly way to phrase it.

  “He takes ’em off right before the sun rises,” Stevie Rae said. “And I bring them to our room. Then he puts ’em back on when he’s himself again.”

  “I’ll bet it would suck if you timed that wrong,” Shaylin said.

  Rephaim smiled. “You’re right. I’d hate to have to hang from that third-floor window, yelling, until someone heard me and helped me in.”

  Stevie Rae giggled. “You’d be naked.”

  “It’d be like one of my naked-at-school-in-the-middle-of-class nightmares,” I said.

  “I have those, too!” Shaylin said. “They’re awful. And I can never find my shoes. Like I’d care about my shoes if I was naked at school?”

  “I’m glad you’re just a tall, handsome, muscular Warrior,” Aphrodite told Darius, tiptoeing and kissing him. “The naked bird thing would stress me out.”

  “He’s not naked when he’s a bird,” Stevie Rae said. “He has feathers.”

  “Let’s go,” I said, before the two of them could give me a headache.

  We waved good-bye to the group of kids that were snuggling down on mounds of sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows, all huddled around the biggest flat screen that would fit down the narrow basement stairs. Following us up the stairs was the crazy opening song of Django Unchained. “I can’t figure out if I like that movie or not,” I said.

  “Z, Quentin Tarantino is a genius. Obviously crazy, but still—genius,” Aphrodite was saying as we closed the door to the basement.

  “Unlike you. You’re just crazy,” Shaylin told her.

  Stevie Rae was giggling at Shaylin when Nicole stepped from the field house into the hallway, cutting her giggles off like she’d flipped a switch. With a rustle of wings, Kalona appeared behind her.

  “What’s she doin’ here?” Stevie Rae ignored Nicole and spoke to Kalona.

  “She found me and told me that she was looking for you,” Kalona said.

  “Spying’s more like it,” Stevie Rae said.

  “Spying? Seriously? That’s stupider than calling Tarantino a genius,” Nicole said.

  Aphrodite made a sound like a hissing cat.

  I stepped forward, feeling Darius move to my side. “What do you want, Nicole?”

  The red fledgling met my gaze steadily. “I have something to say to Stevie Rae.”

  “So say it,” I said. “She’s right here.”

  Nicole drew a deep breath, and then she walked up to Stevie Rae. Rephaim was watching her carefully, and Kalona was right behind her. I tensed, ready for anything crazy she might do, but I felt a touch on my arm.

  “No,” Shaylin said quietly. “It’s nothing bad.”

  And Shaylin was right. Nicole stopped in front of Stevie Rae, fisted her hand over her heart, and bowed respectfully. “What I want to say is that I’m sorry for the crap I caused before. I’m sorry I tried to hurt you. I don’t have any excuse for what I did. It was wrong. I’ve changed, and I want to change sides, too. I want you to be my High Priestess.”

  I could tell that Stevie Rae was shocked—I think we all were shocked. Well, maybe not Shaylin, but the rest of us definitely were. Stevie Rae looked at me. I shrugged. She looked back at Nicole, asking her, “Why should I believe you?”

  “Well, I thought about that before I came to talk to you, and I couldn’t come up with any for-sure answer, so I figured I’d just take a chance that you actually would believe me because I think High Priestesses just know things. If that’s true, then you’ll know you can believe me.”

  “Consult your Prophetesses,” Kalona said.

  “Hey, I got nothing. No vision. No woo-woo feeling either way. Nadda,” Aphrodite said. “Ask Shaylin.”

  Stevie Rae looked at her other Prophetess. “What do ya see?”

  “Her colors are pretty. She’s not red at all anymore. She’s pink, like a flower. She’s not hiding anything except that she’s way more nervous than she seems.” Shaylin paused and smiled at Nicole. “Sorry about that last part, but I have to tell Stevie Rae the truth.”

  Nicole’s mouth was pressed in a straight line. She nodded, and then spoke quickly, “I understand. And you’re right. I am nervous.”

  “Where’s Dallas?” Stevie Rae asked her.

  “Last time I saw him I was on my way to my room. He said he was going to the guys’ dorm for a Resident Evil marathon in his room. I told him I couldn’t make it. I’d had enough blood and death for a while,” she said.

  “So, you’re not going to hook up with him again?” Aphrodite asked her.

  Nicole faced her. “I don’t want anything to do with him.�
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  “Because you’re still pissed he cheated on you with Erin?” Aphrodite prodded.

  “Because I don’t want to be with someone who is mean. Dallas is mean,” she said.

  “She’s telling the truth,” Shaylin said.

  “You have a responsibility to give her a chance,” Kalona said.

  At first I thought it was a strange thing for him to say, but then I really thought about it. If anyone would know about second chances, it was Kalona.

  “I think he’s right,” I said. “You are the only red High Priestess she has, and if she’s swearing allegiance to you, then you have to accept her and give her a chance to prove that her oath is actually worth something.”

  “Is that what you’re doin’? Swearing your allegiance to me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, then, I’ll give you a chance,” Stevie Rae said.

  I watched a flush of color come over Nicole’s face, and she blinked her eyes real hard, like she might cry. Stevie Rae obviously noticed, too, because when she spoke to Nicole again, her voice had softened. “I have to be sure Shaunee’s okay, so I’m going to have Shaylin take you to the rest of the kids.”

  “In the dorm?” Nicole asked.

  “No, my red fledglings are curled up in the basement,” Stevie Rae said.

  “A basement? Really?” Nicole smiled. “That’s awesome!”

  I felt my lingering leeriness about Nicole relax. She honestly looked like she didn’t have a clue about the basement.

  “Shaylin, are you okay with takin’ her down there and helpin’ her settle in?” Stevie Rae asked.

  “Absolutely! I’m staying down there anyway. Come on, Nicole, let’s go catch the rest of Django Unchained. It’s blood and guts, too, but at least there’s a happily ever after.”

  Before Nicole walked away, smiling, with Shaylin, she fisted her hand over her heart and bowed to Stevie Rae again. “Thank you, High Priestess.”

  Stevie Rae inclined her head gracefully in response and, sounding exactly like a full-grown, awesome High Priestess, said, “Blessed be, Nicole.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Shaunee

  “You don’t need to stay,” Shaunee said to Thanatos. She didn’t look at the High Priestess. She kept her attention focused on the burning pyre. “I’ll keep vigil. I think I should, plus it’s something I really want to do.”

  “You were a good friend to her,” Thanatos said.

  “I hope I was. I tried to be, but things got real messed up and nothing’s turned out like I expected it to.”

  “Daughter, that’s life: messy, confusing, heartbreaking, but wonderful. All any of us can do is to try to be our best, and to learn from our mistakes, as well as our victories.”

  “Well, right now my best is to stay here, with Erin, and watch over her until dawn.”

  “It is an ancient tradition that those who most loved the dead remained by their beloved’s pyre from its first flame until after the first flame of dawn. I shall leave you to your vigil, wishing you to blessed be, Shaunee.”

  Shaunee fisted her hand over her heart and bowed to Thanatos respectfully before turning back to watch the pyre blaze.

  “You don’t need to stay, either,” Shaunee spoke to the immortal she knew was watching from the shadows. “Stevie Rae and Zoey will need you. I’ll be fine.”

  “I did not like how Dallas looked tonight. He wants retribution for this death, which is impossible,” Kalona said.

  “He looked sad when he lit the pyre. Maybe that’s all it is—she was his girlfriend,” Shaunee said, wanting to believe it.

  “If he had truly loved her, he would be keeping vigil as are you.” Kalona said what Shaunee hadn’t wanted to think about.

  “Everyone grieves differently,” she said.

  “I recognize his way of grieving, and know it will turn to anger. He will lash out, trying to erase his pain with violence and vengeance.”

  “Is that what you did?” Shaunee looked from the pyre to Kalona. The winged immortal’s beauty was almost as bright as the flames, though his brilliance held an Otherwordly silver light.

  “Yes,” he admitted slowly. “Yes, that is what I did. That is why I recognize it in Dallas. That is also why I understand how dangerous he could become.”

  “Here’s what I don’t understand,” Shaunee said. “How can losing love make you want to destroy people? When Erin and I weren’t Twins anymore I was sad and lonely. But I didn’t think about doing anything mean to her, or to Dallas, even though I didn’t think he was good enough for her.” When the immortal didn’t answer, Shaunee turned to face him, though she kept one hand raised, pointed palm forward, at the pyre, controlling her element and allowing its familiar heat to soothe the sadness within her.

  “I believe your question can be answered only by each individual.”

  “So, you’re not going to answer me?”

  Kalona hesitated, and Shaunee could see several emotions crossing his handsome face: sadness, doubt, and even annoyance. His wings lifted restlessly, but finally he did answer her. “When I lost Nyx the only way I could bear it was to replace all the love I’d felt for her with anger. As long as I burned with anger I made myself believe loving the Goddess had been a lie.” Kalona met Shaunee’s gaze, and she thought she could see eons of misery in his amber eyes. “Maintaining that anger came with a price, and that price was violence and destruction, death and darkness.”

  “But wouldn’t it have made more sense if you’d just gone to Nyx and admitted you didn’t want to live without her?”

  Kalona’s smile was infinitely sad. “My pride kept me from seeing any way back to her.”

  “Does it still?”

  “No. It is Nyx herself who keeps me from her side now,” Kalona said.

  “I don’t think she always will,” Shaunee said.

  “You are young,” he said. “You haven’t lived long enough for life to kill your ability to hope.”

  “Well, I don’t know Nyx as well as you do, but I absolutely believe that she’s a just, forgiving goddess. She’s proven that time after time. I’ve seen it, and I’m only eighteen.” Shaunee paused. “Maybe it’s not about how long you’ve lived, or having the ability to hope, even when things seem hopeless. Maybe it’s just about how much faith you have.”

  “I do have faith, young fledgling. I have faith that Nyx forgives those who deserve her forgiveness,” he said.

  “You don’t think you deserve her forgiveness, do you?”

  “I know I do not.” He bowed his head slightly to her. “Stand watch over your friend. I will disturb you no longer.” Then he faded into the darkness.

  Shaunee turned back to the pyre and raised her other hand. She took a step even closer, closed her eyes, and let her element flood through her, and as she did so she spoke a prayer that lifted with the smoke to Nyx.

  “Goddess, this is my good-bye to Erin. I know she’s with you, and finally at peace. Thank you for loving her and taking care of her. Also, thank you for loving Kalona and taking care of him, too, because no matter what, I know you don’t just turn your back on the people you love.”

  “You think you’re so fucking much better than me, don’t you?”

  Dallas’s voice jolted her, and Shaunee couldn’t say anything for several moments while she controlled her element. The flaming pyre reflected her shock, and had Shaunee not focused and brought it under control, its natural course would have been to consume Dallas.

  When she had her element under control again and was able to turn her attention to Dallas, the stupid kid was just standing there, smirking at her and looking like the dickwad he was, totally oblivious to the fact that she had just saved his idiot life.

  “No, Dallas, I don’t think I’m better than you. The truth is, I don’t think much about you at all,” she said.

  “Erin thought you were an uptight bitch,” he said.

  Shaunee bit her lip instead of lashing out at him. She could have fried him with her fire, o
r with her words. But she didn’t want to do either, especially over Erin’s pyre. So, she thought about it for a long, uncomfortable moment, and then said the nicest thing she could think of. “Are you sure you knew what Erin really thought about anything?”

  “I fucked her! Of course I knew what she thought.” He took a couple of steps out of the shadows toward Shaunee, and his smirk became a sneer. “Unless you’re tellin’ me you used to fuck her, too.”

  Shaunee stared at him, too shocked by the mean ignorance in his words to know what to say.

  “Shiiiiit! I knew you two were abnormally close. You did fuck her! And she didn’t even tell me. That’s a damn shame. The three of us, we could’ve had a good time.”

  The flame that had been building inside Shaunee turned white hot. Her mind cleared. She trapped Dallas with one look.

  “I didn’t like you when you were with Stevie Rae. You always felt wrong to me. Plus, you’re too short,” she couldn’t help adding. Then she refocused and made herself tell the truth, without name-calling or spiteful comments. She channeled fire, but instead of burning him, Shaunee scorched him with the truth. “For her entire life, Erin’s biggest desire was to find anybody, anything, who could make her feel something. You were just the last in a long list of anybodies. I understood how vulnerable and messed up she was, and I really cared about her, even after she wasn’t my best friend anymore. If you really cared about her, you’ll show it by staying here with me until sunrise and respecting her memory, even though she’s gone.”

  Dallas couldn’t seem to look away from her. His eyes filled with tears and then overflowed. Shaunee thought she might have glimpsed the real boy for a second—the boy who might have actually been able to love Erin. Then he blinked and wiped his cheeks with the back of his sleeve. His lip curled. “You’re as stupid as Erin used to say you were. I can’t stay here until sunrise. I’m a red vampyre. The sun will burn me up.”