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

by P. C. Cast

  “You’re all heart, Aphrodite.”

  “Don’t mention it.” She walked around me and cracked open the door, peeking out into the hall to be sure no one was out there. Then she looked back at me. “And I mean it: Don’t mention it.”

  “I’ll see you at the Dark Daughters ritual. Don’t forget.”

  “Sadly, I haven’t forgotten. Even more sadly, I’ll be there.” Then she hurried out of my room and disappeared down the hall.

  “Issues,” I muttered as I left my room and went the opposite way down the hall. “The girl has such issues.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Erik was going to be so dang pissed at me. The Twins had been perched on their favorite chairs staring at a Spider-Man 3 DVD as I hurried out of the kitchen clutching my can of brown pop and the canvas bag full of blood.

  “Holy shit, Z, are you okay?” Shaunee asked, looking kinda wide-eyed and freaked.

  “We heard about you and the hag—” Erin paused and then reluctantly corrected herself, “I mean you and Aphrodite finding Professor Nolan. It must have been totally awful.”

  “Yeah, it was pretty bad.” I made myself smile reassuringly at them and not act like I was dying to bolt from the room.

  “I can’t believe it really happened,” Erin said.

  “I know. It just doesn’t seem real,” Shaunee said.

  “It’s real. She’s dead,” I said solemnly.

  “You’re sure you’re okay?” Shaunee asked.

  “We’re all really worried about you,” Erin added.

  “I’m fine. Promise.” My gut twisted. Shaunee, Erin, Damien, and Erik were my best friends, and I hated lying to them, even if most of the lies I was telling were by omission. In the two months I’d been at the House of Night we had become a family, so they weren’t faking. They were genuinely worried about me. And as I stood there trying to sift through what I could and couldn’t say to them, a horrible premonition shivered over my skin. What if they found out about all the stuff I had been keeping from them and they turned away from me? What if they stopped being my family? Just thinking about that terrible possibility made me all fluttery and panicky inside. Before I could chicken out, confess everything, and fling myself at their feet while I begged them to understand and not be mad at me, I blurted, “I have to go see Heath.”

  “Heath?” Shaunee looked utterly confused.

  “Her human ex-boyfriend, Twin. Remember?” Erin supplied.

  “Oh yeah, the blond hottie who almost got eaten by the vamp ghosts two months ago, and then almost got killed by that nasty street-person-turned-serial-killer last month,” Shaunee said.

  “You know, Z, you’re hard on your ex-boyfriends,” Erin said.

  “Yeah, sucks to be him,” I inserted, moving casually toward the door. “I gotta go, guys.”

  “They’re not letting anyone leave campus,” Erin said.

  “I know, but I, um, well . . .” I hesitated, and then I felt ridiculous for the hesitation. I couldn’t tell the Twins about Stevie Rae or Loren, but I sure as hell could tell them something as typically teenage as sneaking out of school. “I know a secret way off campus.”

  “Well done, Z!” Shaunee said happily. “We’ll totally use your superior sneaking-out-of-school skills during finals this spring when we’re supposed to be studying.”

  “Please.” Erin rolled her eyes. “As if we have to study. Especially when there are end-of-season shoe sales to pillage.” Then she raised her very blond brows and added, “Uh, Z. What do we tell boyfriend?”

  “Boyfriend?”

  “Your boyfriend, Erik I’m-So-Damn-Fiiiine Night.” Erin gave me a look that said she thought I’d lost my mind.

  “Hello. Earth to Zoey. Are you sure you’re okay?” Shaunee said.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. Sorry. Why do you have to tell Erik anything?”

  “Because he said for us to tell you to call him the instant you woke the hell up. He’s majorly worried about you, too,” Shaunee said.

  “No doubt if he doesn’t hear from you pretty soon he’ll be camped out here,” Erin said. “Ooooh, Twin!” Her eyes widened and her lips curled into a sexy smile. “Do you think boyfriend will bring along the two hotties?”

  Shaunee tossed back her thick dark hair. “It’s a definite possibility, Twin. T. J. and Cole are friends of his and this is a very stressful time.”

  “Right you are, Twin. And we all know that during stressful times friends should stick together.”

  In perfect agreement the Twins turned to me. “Go ahead and go do whatever with ex-boyfriend,” Erin said.

  “Yeah, we have your back here. We’ll wait around for Erik to show up and then tell him it’s just too scary for little ol’ us to be all alone,” Shaunee said.

  “We definitely need protected,” Erin said. “Which means he’ll have to go get his friends and all of us will curl up and wait for you to get back from your meeting.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Oh, but don’t tell him I went off campus. He might freak. Just be vague, like I might be talking to Neferet or whatnot.”

  “Whatever. We’ll cover for you. But, speaking of going off campus, are you sure it’s safe?” Shaunee said. “We’re not completely making up the fact that it’s scary around here right now.”

  “Yeah, can’t you break up with human boyfriend later, like after they catch the psycho who beheaded and crucified Professor Nolan?” Erin asked.

  “It’s something I have to do now. You know, what with the Imprint it’s not exactly a normal breakup.”

  “Drama,” Erin said.

  “Serious drama.” Shaunee nodded in solemn agreement.

  “Yeah, and the longer I put it off, the worse it’s gonna be. I mean, Heath just got back in town and he’s already text messaging me to death.” The Twins gave me sympathetic looks. “So, later. I’ll be back in time to change before Neferet’s ritual.” I retreated fast while the Twins called “see ya” after me.

  I’d rushed out the door and had run right into what felt like a large male mountain. Impossibly strong hands steadied me before I could fall off the steps. I looked up (and up and up) into a stonelike, starkly handsome face. And then blinked in surprise. He was definitely a full-grown vampyre (complete with cool tattoo), even though he didn’t look much older than me. But, dang, he was big!

  “Careful, fledgling,” the mountain who was dressed all in black said. Then his nonexpression shifted. “You’re Zoey Redbird.”

  “Yeah, I’m Zoey.”

  Releasing me, he took a step back and pressed his fist over his heart in a snappy salute. “Merry met. It is a pleasure to know the fledgling Nyx has so greatly gifted.”

  Feeling awkward and silly, I returned his salute. “Nice to meet you, too. And you are?”

  “Darius, of the Sons of Erebus,” he said, bowing formally and making it a title and not just a description.

  “You’re one of the guys called in because of what happened with Professor Nolan?” My voice cracked a little, which he clearly noticed.

  “Hey,” he said, looking even younger, yet also somehow incredibly powerful, “You shouldn’t worry, Zoey. The Sons of Erebus will protect Nyx’s school with our last breath.”

  The way he said it made my skin prickle. He was huge and muscular and very, very serious. I couldn’t imagine anything or anyone who could get past him, let alone make him breathe his last breath. “Th-thank you,” I stammered.

  “My brother warriors are posted all over the school grounds. You may rest safely, little priestess,” he smiled at me. Little priestess? Please. The kid had to have just Changed recently.

  “Oh, good. Uh, I will.” I started down the steps. “I’m just going to the, uh, stable to visit my mare, Persephone. It was nice to meet you. I’m glad you’re here,” I added, giving him a ridiculous wave and then hurrying down the sidewalk toward the stables. I could feel his eyes following me.

  Crap. That was so not good. I wondered what the hell I was going to do. How was I
going to sneak out of there with warrior mountains (no matter how young and cute) all over the place? Not that it mattered how young and cute he was. Like I had time for another possible boyfriend? Absolutely no way. Not to mention his hottiness didn’t make him any less mountainous. Jeesh, I was a mess and I had such a dang headache.

  And then the soft voice was in my head, telling me to think . . . be calm . . .

  The words swirled soothingly through my frantic mind. Automatically I began to slow down. I breathed deeply, willing myself to relax and think. I needed to be calm . . . be still . . . think and—

  And just like that it came to me. I knew what I had to do. In the shadows between the next two gaslights I stepped quietly off the sidewalk as if I’d decided to take a walk among the huge old oaks, only when I came to the first tree I paused in its shadow, closed my eyes, and centered myself. Then, as I had before, I called silence and invisibility to me, shrouding myself in the stillness of the grave (I briefly hoped that that metaphor was just me being overly imaginative and wasn’t any kind of creepy, foretelling omen).

  I’m perfectly silent . . . no one can see me . . . no one can hear

  me . . . I’m like mist . . . dreams . . . spirit . . .

  I could sense the presence of the Sons of Erebus, but I didn’t look around. I didn’t allow my concentration to falter. Instead I kept up my internal prayer turned spell turned magic. I moved like the wisp of a thought or a secret, undetectable and hidden in layers of silence and fog, mist and magic. My body shivered. It seemed I actually floated, and when I glanced down at myself I saw only a shadow within fog within shadow. This must have been what Bram Stoker described in Dracula. Instead of startling me, the thought strengthened my concentration and I felt myself become even less substantial. Moving like a dream, I found the lightning-damaged tree and climbed up its broken trunk and out onto the thick branch that rested against the wall as if I was weightless.

  Just like Aphrodite had said, there was a rope tied securely around a fork in the branch and coiled like a waiting snake. Still moving in silent, dreamlike motions I tossed the end over the wall. Then, following an instinct that rippled up from the core of my soul through my body, I lifted my arms and whispered, “Come to me air and spirit. Like midnight mist, carry me to earth.”

  I didn’t have to jump from the wall. The wind swirled around me in an airy caress, lifting my body, which had turned as insubstantial as spirit, and floating me the twenty feet to the grass on the other side of the wall. For a moment the sense of wonder that filled me made me forget about murdered teachers, boyfriend issues, and the stress of my life in general. Arms still upraised, I twirled around, loving the feel of wind and power against my dewy, transparent skin. It was like I had become part of the night. Barely touching the ground I moved along the grassy path until I came to the sidewalk that led down Utica Street the short distance to Utica Square. I was feeling so amazing that I almost forgot to stop and dab the concealer over my facial tattoos. Reluctantly, I paused to fish the concealer and a mirror out of the canvas bag. My reflection made my breath catch in my throat. I looked iridescent. My skin shimmered with pearlized colors like a mirage. My dark hair lifted softly around me, floating in a breeze that blew for me alone. I didn’t look human and I didn’t look vampyre. I looked like a new kind of being, born of the night and blessed by the elements.

  What was it Loren had said about me in the library? Something like me being a goddess among demigods. The way I looked right then made me think that he might be on to something. Power shivered through me, and my hair lifted from my shoulder. I swear I could feel the tattoos burning deliciously down my neck and back. Maybe Loren had been right about a lot of things—like about the two of us being star-crossed lovers. Maybe after I told Heath I couldn’t see him again I should back away from Erik, too. The thought of leaving Erik made me feel a little breathless, but that was to be expected. I wasn’t heartless—I really did like him. But hadn’t Professor Nolan’s death proved that you never knew what could happen? That life, even for vampyres, could be way too short. Maybe I should be with Loren—maybe that was the right thing to do. I kept staring at my magical reflection.

  After all, I really wasn’t like other fledglings.

  That was something I should accept and stop fighting against or feeling freaky about.

  And if I wasn’t like other fledglings, then wasn’t it only logical that I needed to be with something special—someone other fledglings wouldn’t be able to be with?

  But Erik cares about me, and I care about him, too. I’m not being fair to Erik . . . or to Heath . . . Loren is a grown man . . . he’s supposed to be a teacher . . . so maybe we shouldn’t be sneaking around together . . .

  I ignored the guilty thoughts that my conscience whispered to me. And silently ordered the wind and mist and concealing darkness to lift so that I could materialize fully and cover my intricate tattoos. And then, lifting my chin and straightening my back, I headed down the sidewalk to Utica Square, Starbucks, and Heath, still not one hundred percent sure about what the hell I was doing.

  I stayed on the dark side of the street where there were very few streetlights and walked slowly, trying to figure out what I would say to Heath to get him to understand he and I couldn’t keep seeing each other. I’d gone less than half the distance to the square when I saw him coming toward me. Actually, I felt him first. Like an itch beneath my skin that I couldn’t quite reach to scratch. Or an abstract compulsion to move forward, looking for something I knew I wanted, but didn’t know how to find. And then the compulsion went from abstract to defined—from subconsciously insistent to demanding. Then I saw him. Heath. He was coming to meet me. We saw each other at the same instant. He was walking on the opposite side of the street and was right under a streetlight. I could see his eyes sparkle and his smile blaze. Instantly, he kicked into a jog and crossed the street (I noticed he didn’t look either way and was glad the crappy weather was keeping traffic to a minimum—the kid could have gotten smushed by a car).

  His arms were around me and his breath tickled my ear as he hugged me. “Zoey! Oh, baby, I’ve really missed you!”

  I hated that my body instantly responded to him. He smelled like home—a sexy, yummy version of home—but home nonetheless. Before I could melt helplessly in his arms I pushed back from him, suddenly aware of just how dark and secluded, intimate even, it was on this shadowy sidewalk.

  “Heath, you were supposed to wait for me at Starbucks.” Yeah, on their little patio sidewalk area that would be busy with caffeine-aholics and definitely not intimate.

  He shrugged and grinned. “I was, but then I felt you coming and no way could I just sit there anymore.” His brown eyes sparkled adorably and his hand caressed the side of my cheek as he added, “We’re Imprinted, remember? It’s you and me, baby.”

  I made myself take a little half step back so that he wasn’t in my personal space anymore. “That’s what I have to talk to you about. So let’s go back to Starbucks and get a couple drinks and talk.” In public. Where I wouldn’t be so tempted to pull him off the sidewalk into an alley and sink my teeth in his sweet neck and . . .

  “Can’t,” he said, grinning again.

  “Can’t?” I shook my head, trying to get rid of the semi-nasty (okay, it probably wasn’t semi) scene that had started to play around in my (ho-ish) imagination.

  “Can’t, ’cause Kayla and the bitch squad picked tonight to go to Starbucks.”

  “Bitch squad?”

  “Yeah, that’s what me and Josh and Travis call Kayla and Whitney and Lindsey and Chelsea and Paige.”

  “Oh, ugh. Since when did Kayla start hanging around with those hateful sluts?”

  “Since you got Marked.”

  Then my eyes narrowed at him. “And why would Kayla and her new friends just happen to pick this particular night to go to Starbucks? And why this Starbucks instead of the one in Broken Arrow that’s way closer to where they all live?”

  Heath held up
his hands like he was surrendering. “I didn’t do it on purpose!”

  “Do what, Heath?” Jeesh, the kid was such a moron sometimes.

  “I didn’t know they’d be coming out of the Gap just when I was pulling up in front of Starbucks. I didn’t see them till after they saw me. It was too late then.”

  “Well that explains their sudden desire for caffeine. I’m surprised they didn’t follow you down the sidewalk.” Okay, yes. I did remember that I was supposed to be breaking up with him, but it still annoyed the crap outta me to think that Kayla was sniffing around him.

  “So you don’t want to see them, do you?”

  “Not no, but hell no,” I said.

  “Didn’t think so. Well, how about I walk you back to your school then.” He stepped closer to me. “I remember when we talked on the wall a couple months ago. That was nice.”

  I remembered, too. I especially remembered that had been the first time I had tasted his blood. I shivered. And then caught myself. I really needed to get a handle on this bloodlust thing. “Heath,” I said firmly. “You can’t go with me to my school. Haven’t you been watching the news? Some idiot human killed a vampyre. Now the place is like an army camp. I had to sneak out to see you, and I can’t be gone long.”

  “Oh, yeah, I did hear about that.” He took my hand in his. “Are you okay? Did you know the vamp that was killed?”

  “Yes, I knew her. She was my drama professor. And no, I’m not okay. That’s one reason I needed to talk to you.” I made up my mind. “Come on. Let’s cut down this street and go to Woodward Park. We can talk there.” Plus, it was a public park smack in the center of midtown Tulsa, it couldn’t be too private. At least I hoped it couldn’t.

  “Cool with me,” Heath said happily.

  He refused to let loose of my hand, so we started down the side street joined together like we’d been since grade school. We’d only gone a few feet when his voice broke in to me trying not to think about the fact that his wrist was pressed against mine and I could feel that our pulses were beating in time with one another.