Destined (3 page)

“What do you want?” I asked him.

“Well, he wants—” Stevie Rae began, but my raised hand silenced my BFF. “No,” I said. “This can’t be what you say Rephaim wants, or even what you want for him. I need Rephaim’s answer. So, what it is? What do you want?” I repeated.

Rephaim met my gaze steadily. “I want to be normal,” he said.

Aphrodite snorted. “Sadly, normal plus teenager equals going to stupid school.”

“School isn’t stupid,” Damian said, and then he turned to Rephaim. “But she’s right about the normal part. Going to school is what normal kids do.”

“Yep,” Shaunee said.

“Sucks, but yep,” Erin said. “Although it is an excellent fashion parade.”

“Right you are, Twin,” Shaunee said.

“What does that mean?” Rephaim asked Stevie Rae.

She smiled at him. “Basically that you should be goin’ to school with us.”

He smiled back at her, love and warmth filling his face. When he looked from Stevie Rae to me, that wonderful expression was still there, and I couldn’t help smiling back at him.

“If normal means going to school, then that’s what I would really like to do. If it doesn’t cause too much of a problem.”

“It’ll cause problems, make no mistake about that,” Darius said.

“You don’t think he should go?” I asked.

“I did not say that. I agree with you that it is his choice, his decision, but Rephaim, you should understand that it would be easier if you chose to stay here—out of the way—at least until we see what Neferet and Kalona’s next moves will be.”

I thought I saw Rephaim cringe at the mention of his dad, but he nodded and said, “I do understand, but I’m tired of hiding alone in the darkness.” He looked down at Stevie Rae again and then back at us. “And Stevie Rae may need me.”

“Okay, you know this whole ‘let’s let the birdboy decide’ and ‘Stevie Rae may need me’ stuff is all real happy-schmappy in theory, but in reality we’re gonna be walking onto a campus where the batshit crazy High Priestess hates us, and will use anything she can to bring us, and by that I mean you specifically, Z, down. Not to mention Dragon, the
Leader
of the Sons of Erebus Warriors, is definitely not acting right since his mate was killed by the guy we’re bringing back onto campus. Neferet’s going use Rephaim against us. Dragon is going to back her. Shit is going to hit the fan.”

“Well,” I said. “It won’t be the first time.”

“Uh, may I say something?” Damien’s hand was raised like he was in class and wanted to be called on.

“Yes, honey, and you don’t have to raise your hand,” I said.

“Oh, okay, thanks. What I wanted to say is we need to remember that when Nyx appeared at the House of Night, forgave and blessed Rephaim, she basically gave us permission to include Rephaim in our world. Neferet can’t go against that—at least not openly. And neither can Dragon. How much they don’t like it is beside the point.”

“But they did go against it,” Stark said. “Neferet asked Dragon if he’d accept Rephaim, and he said no, so she kicked him off campus. Stevie Rae called bullshit on that, and that’s why we all ended up leaving.”

“Yeah, and just because the High Council managed to pressure Neferet into letting us come back to class, it doesn’t mean we’re really going to be accepted. I can promise you that she and Dragon, and probably a lot of other people aren’t going to be cool with this.” Aphrodite fluttered her fingers at Rephaim.

Damien spoke before I could say anything. “Well, the truth is neither Neferet nor Dragon can supersede the Goddess’s wishes.”

“Super what?” Shaunee asked.

“Seed who?” Erin added.

“It means to replace,” Stevie Rae explained for Damien. “And that’s a real interestin’ point, Damien. No one can supersede the Goddess, not even a High Priestess.”

“Can you imagine what the tight-assed High Council would say about that?” Aphrodite rolled her eyes. “Litter of kittens—they’d have several litters of flying kittens. Each.”

I blinked and had the sudden urge to hug Aphrodite. Well, the urge passed quickly, but still.

“Aphrodite,” I said. “You are a genius! And so is Damien.”

“Of course I am,” Aphrodite said smugly.

“You’re going to tell on Neferet and Dragon to the High Council, aren’t you?” Damien said.

“I think ‘telling on’ them is not the right way to put it. Uh, you have your laptop with you, don’t ya?” I asked.

Damien patted the man purse slung over his shoulder. “Of course. It’s in my satchel.”

“Man purse,” Shaunee said.

“Just sayin’,” Erin added.

“It’s a European satchel,” Damien said firmly.

“If it has feathers…” Erin said.

“And quacks…” Shaunee said.

“Whatever it is, I’m glad it means you have your computer with you.” I jumped in before Damien could big word them. “You do have Skype downloaded on it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Good. I need to borrow it for the Council Meeting, if that’s okay with you?”

“No problem,” Damien said, raising his brows questioningly at me.

“What are you thinkin’?” Stevie Rae asked his question for him.

“Well, when I talked to Thanatos about helping us get back to school, I didn’t mention that little thing about the fact that we’re kinda, sorta branching off with our own House of Night here, but that we’ll still be going to class and such at our original House of Night.”

“We’re gonna have to think of a great new name for our place,” Shaunee said.

“Ooooh! Right you are, Twin,” Erin said.

“Hey, it’s the depot, so how about the Pot Lot House of Night,” Shaunee said.

I looked at them. Shook my head and said a firm, “No to the Pot Lot.” Then I went back to my original point. “But I do need to do a whole Skype conference with the Vamp High Council to get permission for what we want to do. A school Council Meeting seems a good time to do that, especially since I’m sure Neferet will love it if I ask that she bear witness to my call.”

“Z, that sounds like a crap plan. Neferet
will
love talking to the High Council and figuring out a way to twist everything you say to make you look like Insane Teenager,” Aprodite said.

“That’s kinda my point,” I said. “I’m not gonna be Insane Teenager. I’m gonna be the Fledgling High Priestess who gives the High Council all the details about the amazing, miraculous gift Nyx has given our Red High Priestess’s Consort, Rephaim, and that he’s super excited to be starting school at the Tulsa House of Night. I’m sure they’ll even want to congratulate Neferet on being such an awesome High Priestess who can handle all the changes going on here.”

“That’s devious. I like it,” Aphrodite said. “You put Neferet and even Dragon in a position where if they say ‘hell no we’re not accepting the birdboy,’ or even bitch and complain a little about it, they look massively bad—what with Nyx showing up and miracling.”

“This still isn’t going to be an easy road,” Stark said.

Rephaim met his gaze steadily. “No matter how rough it is, it’s a better road than the one that leads to darkness and hatred and death. And I think you know exactly what I mean.”

“I do,” Stark said, returning his gaze unflinchingly.

“So do I,” Stevie Rae said.

“Me, too,” I added.

“We’re in agreement then. Rephaim returns to the House of Night with us,” Darius said.

“Okay, wait. Does this mean we have to get in the damn short bus?” Aphrodite asked.

“Yes!” we all said together.

Laughing and feeling lighter than I had in days, I clambered on the short bus with my friends, and bumped my shoulder against Stark as we took our seats. He barely glanced at me. It was about then that I realized he really hadn’t had much to say to me (or anyone) since we’d woken up. Remembering how close we’d been—how he’d touched me and made the world seem all right again—had me chewing my lip and feeling super confused. I snuck another glance at him. He was staring out the window. He looked tired. Really tired.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” I asked as the bus bounced its way along Cincinnati Street heading toward midtown

“Me? Nothin’.”

“Seriously, you look really tired. Are you feeling okay?”

“Zoey, you woke me up and kept me up through most of the day yesterday. Then you made that call to Thanatos to get the whole ‘return to school’ thing in motion, which was not exactly a calm, quiet conversation. I’d just got to sleep when you yelled whatever and woke me up again. Making love was great.” He paused and for a second smiled and looked almost normal. Then he opened his mouth and ruined it by saying, “Afterward you did some serious tossing and turning before you passed out. I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I’m tired. That’s all.”

I blinked at him. Twice. And tried not to feel like he’d just slapped me in my face. Keeping my voice down because I didn’t want to deal with all my friends knowing, I said, “Okay, putting aside the whole I-had-to-call-Thanatos-to-get-us-back-to-school thing, which is what I shoulda done ’cause I’m the High Priestess in charge, and the fact that
you
came on to
me
when all I meant to do was cuddle and sleep,
my mom is dead, Stark
. Nyx let me see her enter the Otherworld. As of right now I don’t know how or why that happened. I’m trying like hell to act semi-normal. I haven’t even talked to my grandma yet.”

“That’s right, you haven’t. I told you that you should have called her right away—or at least called your mom. What if it was all just a dream?”

I looked at Stark in utter disbelief, struggling to keep my voice and my emotions under control. “You are the one person in this world who should understand better than anyone else that I can tell the difference between
really
seeing the Otherworld and dreaming it.”

“Yeah, I know, but—”

“But are you saying I should have gone through all of that and not disturbed your precious sleep? Well, except to have sex with you!”

I clamped my mouth shut and tried to look normal when I saw Aphrodite turn around and glance back at me with a question mark on her face.

Stark blew out a long breath. “No, that’s not what I mean. I’m sorry, Z.” Then he took my hand in his. “Seriously. I’m sounding like a jerk.”

“Yeah, you are,” I said.

“Sorry, again,” he said, and then he butted my shoulder with his. “Can we rewind this conversation?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Here goes—I’m tired and it’s making me stupid. And about your mom, we don’t know what really happened and I think it’s freaking both of us out. But no matter what I love you, even if I’m a jerk. Okay? Better?”

“Okay. Yeah. Better,” I said.

Still letting him hold my hand I looked out of the window as we took the left on Fifteenth Street, passed Gumpy’s Garden, which always made the air smell like piñon wood, and traveled down Cherry Street. By the time we were on Utica, and passing Twenty-first, I was completely distracted by worry about my mom and my grandma—and wondering if maybe Stark could be right to question what I thought had been my vision. I mean—I hadn’t heard from Grandma. What if it had all been a bad dream …

“It’s always so pretty.” Damien’s voice drifted back from the front seat he’d automatically chosen as his own. “When you look at it from here, it’s so hard to believe that such horrible, heartbreaking things could happen there.”

I heard the sob in his voice, squeezed Stark’s hand once before letting it go, and then lurched up the aisle to sit beside Damien.

“Hey,” I said, sliding my arm through his. “You have to remember that wonderful, heartmaking things happen there, too. Don’t ever forget that’s where you met Jack and fell in love with him.”

Damien stared at me and I thought he looked sad but really, really wise.

“How are you doing without Heath?”

“I miss him,” I said honestly. Then something made me add, “But I don’t want to be like Dragon, eaten up by sadness.”

“Me, either,” Damien said softly. “Even though sometimes it’s hard not to be.”

“It hasn’t been very long.”

Clamping his lips tightly together, as if to keep himself from crying, he nodded his head.

“You’ll get through this,” I said. “And so will I. We will. Together,” I said firmly.

Then we were going through the iron gate that had the crescent moon crest on the middle of it, and driving around to the side entrance of the school.

“School Council Meeting begins at seven thirty,” said the Son of Erebus Warrior as the bus came to a halt. “Classes begin at eight o’clock sharp, just like they should.”

“Thank you,” I said to him like he’d actually been friendly (or at least respectful). Then I glanced at my phone: 7:20
P.M.
Ten minutes until the meeting and forty before school started. I stood up and looked back at the group of obviously nervous kids.

“Okay,” I said. “Just go to your old homerooms and wait there for what to do next. Stevie Rae, Stark and I are going to the Council Meeting and, as they’d say on the Isle of Skye, get Rephaim’s and your permanent schedules sorted.”

“How ’bout me? Ain’t I comin’ to the Meeting?” Kramisha asked. “It’s usually borin’, but I bet today it’ll be better than usual.”

“You’re right,” I said. “It’s about time they started to automatically include you, along with Stevie Rae and me.”

“Where do I go?” Rephaim asked from the back of the bus.

I was thinking, trying to figure out where the heck he should go when Damien stood up beside me. “You can come with me—at least for today. If that’s okay with Zoey and Stevie Rae.”

I smiled at Damien. I don’t think I’d ever been so proud of him. Everyone would be worried about him and handling him like he could break down into hysteria at any second, so if he latched onto Rephaim, no way would anyone question him—they’d be too scared of upsetting Damien.

“Thank you,” I said.

“That’s a real good idea, Damien,” Stevie Rae said.

“All right. Try to act normal,” I said. “And I’ll see you guys back here after school.”

“My first hour was Spells and Rituals,” I heard Aphrodite mutter to Darius. “And there’s that new vamp teaching it who looks like she’s twelve. This should be fun.”

“Remember,” Stevie Rae said, giving Aphrodite a hard look she totally ignored,
“be nice.”