Darius had fallen heavily to the floor, but he was gasping for air while he tried to stand, putting his body between Kalona, Rephaim, and me. I couldnt do much more than try to control my breathing and blink hard to clear the weird little bright spots from my vision. Fire and wind had gone, leaving me barely able to stay on my feet.
A movement at the edge of my vision had me glancing at the open door and I gasped in surprise as Stark ran into the room, his bowstring already notched with a deadly-looking arrow. He lifted it to take aim at Darius, and then hesitated, shook his head like he was trying to clear it, and stared at me.
At the first sight of him I felt a wonderful rush of happiness. He looked like himself again! His eyes werent glowing red. He didnt seem crazed and wasnt hollow-cheeked and skeletal. Then I realized I was standing there completely naked as he and I stared at each other. I grabbed the sheet pooling at my feet and hurriedly wrapped it around me, bath towelstyle. Even in the middle of the big mess and stress that was going on around me, I could tell that my face was blazing red with embarrassment. I should have said something, anything to him, and instead my mind was frozen by the fact that he had just seen me completely naked.
Recovering his composure sooner than me, Stark lifted his bow again, renotching the arrow and sighting it at Darius.
Stark! Dont shoot him! I cried. I didnt bother to try to block his view of Darius. If Stark shot, he wouldnt miss no matter what I did. He couldnt miss. Unlike Kalona, my Goddess didnt take back a gift once shed given it.
If you are meaning to kill the person who threw me across the room, then that arrow will strike the priestess and not the warrior, Kalona said. He had gotten to his feet and he sounded perfectly normal. His expression was calm, but the skin of his naked chest looked flushed and kinda odd, like hed suddenly gotten a sunburn. Small wisps of vapor were still lifting lazily from his exposed skin, even though both elements had left the room. And it is not the priestess I want killed. It is the warrior.
Before Stark could fire his deadly arrow, I turned to Kalona, beseeching him, Darius was just protecting me. It was a Raven Mocker who did this. I pointed to the long wound across my chest that was no longer gaping nastily open, but was instead an angry, jagged red line. When Darius heard me scream and he saw Rephaim bending over me, it was only logical for him to assume I was being attacked again. Kalona had held up a hand to Stark, halting the shot. With the fallen angels attention fully on me, I continued, Darius has sworn to protect me. He was just doing his job. Please dont kill him for that.
I held my breath during a long pause. Kalona stared at me, and I stared right back at him. The weird, hypnotic allure Id felt for him hadnt returned. Not that he wasnt totally the most gorgeous man Id ever seen. He definitely was. Then I felt a little start of surprise as I realized exactly what I was seeing as I gawked at him.
Kalona had gotten younger.
When hed first risen from his imprisonment in the earth, hed been utterly and completely handsome, but hed also been a man. Well, one that was abnormally big and had huge black wings, but still, a man. Hed had an ageless look about him, appearing anywhere from thirty to fifty. But that had changed. If I had to guess his age, Id say he was about eighteen. Definitely no older than twenty-one.
Hes the perfect age for me
Finally Kalona stopped staring at me and slowly turned to Rephaim, who was crouched in the corner of the room, his terrible human hands pressed around the knife that still protruded from his bird chest.
Is this true, my son? Did one of my children cause the priestesss wound?
I have no way of knowing, Father. Not all of the sentries have returned, Rephaim spoke between short, panting breaths.
It is true, Darius said.
Of course that is what you would say, Warrior, Kalona said.
I give you my word as a Son of Erebus that I tell you the truth, Darius said. And you have seen Zoeys wound. Surely you recognize an injury made by the claws of one of your own children.
I was glad to see that Darius wasnt all puffed up and ready to continue the fight, like an idiot teenage boy would have been (hello, Heath and Erik!), and then I understood. Darius was still protecting me. If Kalona knew a Raven Mocker had almost killed me, without getting the rest of the story about it having been an accident, then maybe he would at the very least not leave me alone with one of them, and at the most warn his nasty children to stay away from me. That is, if Kalona still wanted me alive.
Then I quit babbling anything in my mind because Kalona was closing the space between us. I stood very still, staring straight ahead at his bare chest as he reached out, stopping just short of touching me. Slowly, with one finger he traced the path of my wound without actually stroking my skin, but still I could feel the chill that came from his body. I had to grit my teeth hard to keep myself from either shivering and cringing back or looking up into his eyes and taking the chance that I would lean forward just enough for his cold finger to touch my heated flesh.
It is the mark of one of my sons, he said. Stark, this time do not kill the warrior. I had just heaved a long sigh of relief when Kalona added, Of course, I cannot allow him to wound my beloved son without redress. But I prefer to admonish him myself.
Kalonas voice was so calm, so matter of fact, that I didnt really get the meaning of his words until, like a cobra, he struck. The warrior only had time to begin to take a defensive stance when Kalona whirled, pulled the knife from Rephaims chest, and in one motion raked the blade down the side of Dariuss face.
Darius staggered under the blow, and then fell as blood sprayed all around me, a heavy, scarlet rain in the little room. I screamed and tried to go to him, but Kalonas frigid hand closed around my wrist, jerking me back against him. I looked up at the immortal, willing the anger and horror I felt to burn through his awful appeal.
And I wasnt drawn to him! His spell didnt work on me! Young and inhumanly beautiful as he was, I still saw him as a dangerous enemy. He must have seen the triumph in my eyes because suddenly his warlike expression changed to a slow, knowing smile. He bent and whispered for my ears alone, Remember, my little A-ya, the warrior can protect you from all others except me. Not even the power of your elements can keep me from claiming what will eventually be mine again. Then he pressed his lips against mine and the wild taste of him was like a blizzard rushing through my body, numbing my resistance and freezing my soul with a forbidden desire that utterly overwhelmed me. His kiss made me forget everything and everyoneStark, Darius, and even Erik and Heath were frozen from my mind.
He released me and my legs would not hold me up. I crumpled to the floor as he strode from the room, laughing, with his wounded favorite son hobbling behind him.
CHAPTER 19
I was sobbing as I crawled over to Darius. I had just reached him when I heard a terrible sound coming from the doorway. I looked up to see Stark. He still grasped his bow in one hand. The other was holding on to the doorpost so tight that his knuckles had turned white, and I swear I could see his fingers making indentations in the wood. His eyes were blazing red and he was bent slightly over, as if his stomach was causing him pain.
Stark? What is it? I wiped the back of my hand across my eyes, trying to clear the tears from my vision.
The bloodcant bear ithave to He spoke in broken starts and stops and then, as if against his will, he took a staggering step into the room.
On the floor beside me Darius got to his knees. He grabbed the knife from the floor where Kalona had dropped it and faced Stark. You should know I only share my blood with those I have invited to taste of me, Dariuss voice was steady and strong. Had I not been looking at him I would never have known that a river of blood was gushing down his face from a terrible knife slash. And I have offered you no such invitation, boy. Back away before what happened here gets any worse.
There was a dark struggle going on within Stark that was reflected in his entire body. From the glowing red of his heated eyes to the feral grimace of his lips to the tightrope tension that radiated from him, he looked like he was on the brink of an explosion.
But heres the deal: Id had just about enough. Saying my reaction to Kalonas kiss had freaked me out was the new understatement of the year. My body still ached. My head was woozy. I was so weak I didnt think Id win an arm-wrestling contest with, well, Jack. Now Darius was hurt, and I didnt have a clue how badly. Seriously, you could stick a fork in me and call me so done with all this stress.
Stark, just get the hell out of here! I rounded on him, glad my voice sounded lots stronger than I felt. I dont want to zap the crap outta you with fire, but if you take one more step into this room, I swear Im going to burn your butt up.
That got through to him. Starks red eyes locked on me. He looked pissed and dangerous. There was a darkness that surrounded him like an aura, making the red in his eyes blaze. I stood, glad that the sheet was staying tucked around my body, and lifted my arms, holding them up and ready. Do not push me right now. I promise you wont like it if I lose my temper.
Stark blinked a couple of times at me, like he was trying to clear his vision. The scarlet of his eyes faded, the darkness in the air around him dissipated, and he wiped a shaky hand across his face. Zoey, I he began, sounding almost normal. Darius shifted in his defensive stance, taking a step closer to me. Stark snarled at himactually snarledlike he was more animal than human, spun around, and ran out of the room.
I somehow managed to stagger to the door and slam it closed, then dragged a chair from near the bedside and propped it under the door handle, just as Id seen people do in the movies, before I went back to Darius.
I am glad you are on my side, Priestess, he said.
Yeah, thats me. Im fierce. I tried to pretend I wasnt close to passing out by sounding like Christian from Project Runway. I was pretty sure Darius didnt know Project Runway from a science project, but it did make him chuckle as we helped each other over to the end of the bed, where he sat heavily and I stood beside him, concentrating on not swaying like I was drunk. Which, sadly, I wasnt anymore.
There should be first aid supplies in the cabinet over there. He motioned to the long stainless steel cabinet that stretched halfway across the far wall. There was also a sink built into it and a bunch of scary hospital-looking items (they were sharp and very stainless steel) stored neatly in trays and whatnot beside the sink.
Wearily, I ignored the sharp things and started pulling open drawers and cabinets, which was when I noticed my hands were shaking like crazy.
Zoey, Darius called, and I glanced over my shoulder at him. He looked terrible. The left side of his face was a bloody mess. The slash extended from his temple, all the way down his jawline, messing up the bold geometric design of his tattoo. But his eyes smiled at me and he said, Im going to be just fine. This is little more than a scratch.
Well, its a big scratch, I said.
I believe it will annoy Aphrodite, he said.
Huh?
He started to smile, but ended the attempt with a grimace as the movement caused more blood to pour from the wound. He pointed at his face. She wont like the scar.
When I had a bunch of bandages and alcohol wipes and gauze and stuff, I came back to him. If she gives you crap about it, Ill kick her butt. After Ive rested up. I stared at the awful scratch, ignoring the delicious scent of his blood and swallowing hard to keep myself from puking.
Okay, yes, it does sound like a total contradiction: the fact that I love the taste and smell of blood, but that seeing it pouring out of a friends body grosses me out. Wait, no. Maybe its not a contradiction, because, hello! I dont eat my friends! I thought about Heath and decided to amend my thought: I dont eat my friends under normal circumstances and unless they give me their permission.
I can clean it, Darius said, reaching for the alcohol wipe I was balling up in my fisted hand.
No, I said, then repeated more firmly, shaking my head to try to clear away the wooziness in it. No, thats ridiculous. Youre hurt; Ill do it. Just walk me through what I need to do. I paused, before I continued, Darius, we have to get out of here.
I know, he said solemnly.
You dont know all of why. I overheard Kalona and Neferet talking. They said they were planning some kind of a new future, and then said it would involve swaying the Council.
Dariuss eyes widened in shock. Nyxs Council? As in the High Council of Vampyres?
I dont know! They didnt say anything else about it. I guess they could have been talking about the Council here at the House of Night.
He studied my face. But you do not believe that is what they were referring to?
I shook my head slowly.
Sweet Nyx! It cannot be done!
I frowned, wishing my gut wasnt disagreeing with him. Im afraid theres a chance it can be done. Kalona is powerful, and he has that magical draw-people-to-him thing going on. Look, the bottom line is we cant be trapped under Neferets control while she and the bird guy put their disgusting plan in motionwhatever that plan might be. Actually, I was scared that theyd already put their disgusting plan in motion, but saying it out loud felt like a spell that would make it be true. So cant we just get you fixed up, grab Aphrodite, the Twins, and Damien, and go back to the tunnels? I felt precariously close to bursting into tears. Im all better, and I think its worth the chance of drowning in my own blood to get the hell out of here.
Agreed, and I believe Neferet has healed you enough that you will not be in danger of rejecting the Change, even if you are not among a full fold of vampyres.
Are you okay enough to leave?
I told you I am fine, and I was speaking the truth. Let us get this cleaned up and then we will leave this place.