Chosen (House of Night, Book 3): A House of Night Novel

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by P. C. Cast


  I searched the musty old books in the metaphysical section of the library (as you can probably imagine, at this particular library it was a big section). It was slow going because I’d decided not to use the computer catalogue search engine. The last thing I needed was to leave an electronic trail that screamed: Zoey Redbird is trying to find information about fledglings that die and have been reanimated as bloodsucking fiends by a High Priestess who is an evil control freak with some kind of as-yet-unknown Master Plan! No. Even I knew that would not be a good idea.

  I’d been there for more than an hour and was getting frustrated by my snail-like pace. I really wished I could ask for Damien’s help. Not only was the kid smart and a fast reader, he was also seriously good at research. I was clutching Rituals to Heal Body and Spirit and trying to get a top-shelf copy of a leather-bound old-as-dirt book titled Combating Evil with Spells and Rituals, when a strong arm reached up and plucked it easily from over my head. I turned around and almost banged dorkishly right into Loren Blake.

  “Combating Evil, huh? Interesting choice of reading material.”

  His nearness did not help my nerves. “You know me” (which he really didn’t). “I like to be prepared.”

  His brow wrinkled in confusion. “Are you expecting an attack of evil?”

  “No!” I said way too quickly. So I laughed, trying for a gay, carefree tone (gay, hee-hee), but was sure I came across as totally fake. “Well, a couple months ago no one expected Aphrodite to lose control of a bunch of blood-sucking vampyre spirits and she did. So I figured, you know, better safe than sorry.” God, I’m a moron.

  “Guess that makes sense. So there’s nothing specific you’re preparing for?”

  I wondered at the sharp interest in his eyes. “Nope,” I said nonchalantly. “Just trying to do a good job as leader of the Dark Daughters.”

  He glanced at the rituals book I was holding. “You know that those rituals are only for adult vampyres, don’t you? When fledglings get sick there is, unfortunately, only one reason behind it. Their bodies are rejecting the Change and they will die.” Then he added in a gentler voice, “You’re not feeling ill, are you?”

  “Oh, gosh, no!” I said hastily. “I’m fine. It’s just, well—” I hesitated, grasping for an excuse. With a sudden inspiration I blurted, “It’s embarrassing to admit, but I thought I’d do some extra studying for when I become a High Priestess.”

  Loren smiled. “Why would that be embarrassing to admit? I wouldn’t have imagined you as one of those silly women who think being well read and well educated is an embarrassment.”

  I felt my cheeks start to get warm—he’d called me a “woman,” which was way better than him calling me a fledgling or a kid. He always made me feel so grown, so womanly. “Oh, no, that’s not it. It’s embarrassing because it sounds kinda conceited to assume that I’m going to actually be a High Priestess someday.”

  “I think that assumption is just good common sense and justifiable self-confidence.” His smile warmed till I swear I could feel the heat of it against my skin. “I always have been drawn to confident women.”

  God, he made my toes squidge.

  “You don’t have any idea how special you are, do you, Zoey? You’re unique. Not like the rest of the fledglings. You’re a goddess among those who think themselves demigods.” When his hand caressed the side of my face, lingering on the tattoos that framed my eyes, I thought I’d melt into the bookshelves. “I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright. Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.”

  “What’s that from?” His touch had made my body all tingly and my head woozy, but I did manage to recognize the deep cadence his amazing voice took on when he was reciting poetry.

  “Shakespeare,” he murmured as his thumb brushed softly over the line of tattoos that decorated my cheekbone. “It’s from one of the sonnets he wrote to the Dark Lady, who was his true love. We know, of course, that he was a vampyre. But we believe the true love of his life was a young girl who had been Marked and who died as a fledgling without completing the Change.”

  “I thought adult vampyres weren’t supposed to have relationships with fledglings.” We were so close that I didn’t have to speak much above a whisper for him to hear me.

  “We’re not supposed to. It’s highly improper. But sometimes there’s an attraction that happens between two people that transcends the vampyre-fledgling boundary, as well as age and propriety. Do you believe in that kind of attraction, Zoey?”

  He was talking about us! We were staring into each other’s eyes, and I felt lost in him. His tattoos were a bold pattern of intricate slashing lines that gave the impression of lightning bolts, and they went perfectly with his dark hair and eyes. He was so insanely handsome and so much older that he made me feel at the same time incredibly attracted to him and scared to death that I was playing with something so far beyond what I’d ever experienced that it could easily spiral out of control. But the attraction was there—and if he was right, it definitely transcended the vampyre-fledgling boundary. So much so that Erik had even noticed how Loren looked at me.

  Erik . . . Guilt washed through me. He would just die if he could see what was going on between Loren and me. A mean little thought snaked through my mind, Erik isn’t here to see me, and I drew in a deep, shaky breath and heard myself say, “Yes. I believe in that kind of attraction. Do you?”

  “I do now.” His smile was sad. It made him look suddenly very young and handsome and so vulnerable that my guilty thoughts of Erik evaporated. I wanted to take Loren in my arms and tell him it would be all right. I was just getting up the nerve to move even closer to him when his next words surprised me so much that I forgot about his little-lost-boy smile. “I came back yesterday because I knew it was your birthday.”

  I blinked in shock. “You did?”

  He nodded, still caressing my cheek with his finger. “I had been looking for you when I ran into you and Erik.” His eyes darkened and his voice went deep and harsh. “I didn’t like seeing his hands all over you.”

  I hesitated, not sure how to respond to that. I was embarrassed as hell that he’d seen Erik and me making out. Still, even though what we’d been doing had been embarrassing to be caught at, we hadn’t really done anything wrong. Erik was, after all, my boyfriend, and what he and I did together wasn’t really any of Loren’s business. But staring into his eyes I realized that I might want it to be Loren’s business.

  As if he could read my mind he took his hand from my face and looked away from me. “I know. I don’t have any right to be angry at you for being with Erik. It’s not even my business.”

  Slowly, I touched his chin, turning his face back to me so that he could meet my eyes. “Do you want it to be your business?”

  “More than I can tell you,” he said. Then he dropped the book—he’d still been holding it—and framed my face in his hands, so that his thumbs rested close to my lips and his fingers splayed back into my hair. “I believe it’s my turn for a birthday kiss.”

  He claimed my mouth and at the same time it felt like he claimed my body and soul. Okay, Erik was a good kisser. And I’ve been kissing Heath since I was in third grade and he was in fourth, so Heath’s kisses were familiar and good. Loren was a man. When he kissed me there was none of the awkward hesitation I was used to. His lips and tongue said he knew exactly what he wanted and he also knew how to get it. And a weird, magical thing happened to me. I wasn’t just some kid anymore when I kissed him back. I was a woman, mature and powerful, and I knew what I wanted and how to get it, too.

  When the kiss ended both of us were breathing hard. Loren still held my face in his hands, but he’d moved away just far enough so that we could look into each other’s eyes again.

  “I shouldn’t have done that,” he said.

  “I know,” I said, but that didn’t stop me from staring boldly at him. I was still clutching the stupid healing rituals and spells book with one hand, but my other hand was resting on his chest
. Slowly I spread my fingers so that they slid within the open neck of his button-up shirt to touch his naked skin. He shivered and I felt that shiver somewhere deep inside me.

  “This is going to be complicated,” he said.

  “I know,” I repeated.

  “But I don’t want to stop.”

  “Neither do I,” I said.

  “No one can know about us. At least not yet.”

  “Okay.” I nodded, not sure what there was to know about, but understanding that the thought of his asking me to sneak around with him made a weird knot form in the pit of my stomach.

  He kissed me again. This time his lips were sweet and warm and very, very gentle, and I felt the weird knot dissolving. “I almost forgot,” he whispered against my lips. “I have something for you.” He gave me one more fast kiss and then fished into the pocket of his black slacks for something. Smiling, he pulled out a small gold jeweler’s box. Holding it out to me he said, “Happy birthday, Zoey.”

  My heart was flopping ridiculously around in my chest as I opened the box—and gasped. “Ohmygod! They’re amazing!” Diamond stud earrings glittered at me like a beautiful, captured dream. They weren’t huge and gaudy, but small and dainty and so clear and sparkly that they almost hurt my eyes. For an instant I saw Erik’s sweet smile as he’d given me the snowman necklace, and then heard my grandma’s voice in my conscience telling me that there’s no way I should accept such an expensive gift from a man, but Loren’s voice drowned out the image of Erik along with Grandma’s warning.

  “I saw them and they reminded me of you—perfect and exquisite and fiery.”

  “Oh, Loren! I’ve never had anything so beautiful.” I leaned into him, tilting my face up, and he bent and put his arms around me and kissed me until I thought the top of my head would explode.

  “Go ahead, put them on,” Loren whispered to me while I was still trying to get my breath back after our kiss.

  I hadn’t put any earrings on when I got up, so it only took me a second to stick them through my ears.

  “There’s an old beveled mirror over in the reading corner. Come look at them.” We stuck the books back on the shelf and Loren took my hand, guiding me over to the cozy corner of the media center that had a big, overstuffed sofa and two matching comfy chairs. On the wall between them was a large, obviously antique, gold-framed beveled mirror. Loren stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders so that both of us were reflected in the mirror. I pushed my thick hair behind my ears and turned my head from side to side so that the flickering gaslights caught the diamonds’ facets so they glistened brilliantly.

  “They’re beautiful,” I said.

  Loren squeezed my shoulders and pulled me back against him. “Yes, you are,” he said. Then, still holding my gaze in the mirror, he bent to nuzzle one of my diamond decorated earlobes and whispered, “I think you’ve done enough studying for one day. Come back to my room with me.”

  I watched my eyes become all heavy-lidded as he kissed my neck, following the path my tattoos took down to my shoulder. Then I realized what it was he was really asking and a jolt of fright bolted through my body. He wanted me to go back to his room and have sex! I didn’t want to do that! Okay, well, maybe I did. In theory anyway. But to actually lose my virginity to this incredibly hot, experienced, man—right now? Today? I gulped for air and stepped kinda awkwardly out of his arms. “I—I can’t.” While my mind was flailing around for something else I could say that wouldn’t sound moronic and juvenile, the grandfather clock that stood solemnly behind the sofa began bonging out seven bells and I felt a rush of relief. “I can’t because I made plans to meet Shaunee and Erin and the rest of the Prefect Council at seven fifteen so we can practice for the ritual tomorrow night.”

  Loren smiled. “You are a diligent little Leader of the Dark Daughters, aren’t you? Then it will have to be another time.” He moved to me, and I thought he’d kiss me again. Instead he touched my face, briefly caressing my tattoos. His touch made me all shivery and breathless. “If you change your mind I’ll be in the poet’s loft. You know where that is?”

  I nodded, still finding it hard to speak. Everyone knew the inresidence Poet Laureate had the whole third floor of the professors’ quarters building all to himself. More than once I’d listened to the Twins fantasize about wrapping up like giant presents and having themselves delivered to the lurve loft (as they call it).

  “Good. You should know I’ll be thinking about you, even if you don’t decide to come put me out of my misery.”

  He had already turned and was walking away when I found my voice. “But I really can’t come, so when am I going to see you again?”

  He looked over his shoulder at me, smiling his sexy, knowing smile. “Don’t worry, my little High Priestess, I will come to you.”

  When he was gone I sat heavily on the couch. My legs felt like rubber and my heart was beating so hard it hurt. Shakily, I touched one of the diamond earrings. It felt cold, unlike the snowman made of pearls that rested accusatorily around my neck and the silver bracelet that was clasping my wrist. They felt hot. I put my face in my hands and said miserably, “I think I’m turning into a ho.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Everyone was already there when I rushed up. Even Nala was there. I swear she looked at me with eyes that said she knew exactly what I’d been up to in the library. Then she shot a grumpy “mee-uf-ow!” in my general direction, sneezed, and padded away. God, I’m so glad she can’t talk.

  Suddenly Erik’s arms were around me. He kissed me quickly and then hugged me while he whispered in my ear, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.”

  “Well, I was in the library.” I realized my tone was way too abrupt and hateful (in other words, guilty) when he pulled away from me and gave me a sweet but confused smile.

  “Yeah, that’s what the Twins told us.”

  I looked into his eyes, feeling utterly like poo. How could I even take a chance at losing him? I should never have let Loren kiss me. It was wrong. I knew it was wrong and—

  “Hey, Z, nice scarf,” Damien said, tugging on the end of one of the snowmen and interrupting my guilty mental tirade.

  “Thanks, my boyfriend gave it to me,” I tried a lame tease, but knew that I sounded all weird and overly perkly.

  “By that little comment she means her friend who is a boy,” Shaunee said, giving me an eye roll.

  “Yeah, don’t stress Jack,” Erin said. “Damien’s not changing teams.”

  “Shouldn’t you be telling me not to stress?” Erik asked playfully.

  “No, sweet thang,” Erin said.

  “If Z dumps you for Queen Damien we’ll be here to help you deal with your grief,” Shaunee said. Then the Twins did a little impromptu bump and grind for Erik’s benefit. Despite the guilt I was feeling, the two of them made me laugh, and I covered Erik’s eyes.

  Damien pointedly frowned at the Twins and then cleared his throat. “You two are completely incorrigible.”

  “Twin, I forget, what does incorrigible mean?” Shaunee said.

  “I do believe it means that we’re hotter and sexier than a whole herd of corriges,” Erin said, still bumping and grinding.

  “You two are dolts, which means you have very little sense.” Damien said, but even he couldn’t keep from laughing, especially when a giggling Jack joined in the bump and grind. “Anyway,” he continued. “I almost went to the library, but then Jack and I got all involved watching a Will and Grace rerun marathon and I totally lost track of time. Next time you want to do research, just let me know, though, and I’ll be happy to help you out.”

  “He’s such a little bookworm,” Jack said, pushing his shoulder playfully.

  Damien blushed. The Twins made gagging noises. Erik laughed. I wanted to puke my guts up.

  “Oh, no problem. I was just looking up some, well, stuff,” I said.

  “More stuff again?” Erik grinned down at me.

  I hated that he looked so understanding and
supportive. If he knew the stuff I’d been researching was making out with Loren Blake . . . Oh, God. No. He could never, ever find out.

  And, yes, I realize how trifling and ho-ish it was that not long before this I’d been sucking Loren’s face and feeling all hot and tingly about him, but now I was practically suffocating in a wave of guilt.

  Clearly I need therapy.

  “So did you bring the candles?” I asked the Twins, resolving once and for all to think about the Loren mess later.

  “Of course,” Erin said.

  “Please. It was easy-peasy,” Shaunee said. “We even have them put in their correct places.” She pointed behind us to a nice flat area under the canopy of the huge oak. I could see the four candles representing the elements in their proper places, with the fifth candle, representing spirit, sitting in the middle of the circle.

  “I brought the matches,” Jack said enthusiastically.

  “Okay. Well. Let’s do this,” I said. The five of us started moving to our candles. Damien surprised me by hanging back a little from the others and whispering, “If you want Jack to leave, just let me know and I’ll tell him to go.”

  “No,” I said automatically, and then my mind caught up with my mouth and I added, “No, Damien. It’s okay for him to be here. He’s part of us. He belongs.”

  Damien gave me a grateful smile and motioned for Jack to bring me the matches. He scampered to me in the middle of the circle.

  “I was going to get a lighter, but then I thought about it and it just didn’t feel right.” He explained to me very seriously. “I think it’s better to use real wood. You know, real matches. A lighter is just too cold and modern for an ancient ritual. So I brought these.” He proudly presented a long cylindrical thing. When I just looked at it like a, well, dolt, he pulled off the top and handed the bottom part to me. “See, long and totally chic fireplace matches. I got them from the den in our dorm. You know, by the fireplace.”

 

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