Destined

While we all braided (even Rephaim, who actually seemed to have some kind of weird gift with knotwork and ended up doing a cool intricate braid and helping Stark with the mess he was working on) Thanatos walked up and down the aisle of the bus and talked to us. It was weirdly like being in a mobile classroom.

“From the moment our feet touch the earth of our ritual site, we must concentrate on the intent of our spell. Try to wipe the rest of the world from your minds. Concentrate only on one small thing—that we be allowed to see the truth of Linda Heffer’s death.”

“Murder,” I heard myself saying. “She didn’t just die. She was killed.” Thanatos turned and her gaze met mine. She nodded. “I stand corrected. We are seeking truth, and so we must speak the truth. Your mother did not die of old age or disease. She was murdered. We are asking to be allowed to witness it.”

“Thanks,” I said, and then went back to braiding.

“It is fortuitous that the murder took place on a lavender farm. Lavender is a powerful magick herb. It has cleansing properties, but at its purest lavender is the embodiment of tranquility. It calms and soothes. It evokes peace and tranquility.”

“Why is that good? Z’s mom was killed in the middle of what amounts to a giant mound of lavender. Looks like its calming stuff didn’t work too well,” Aphrodite said.

“An herb cannot force the actions of someone who is committed to their destructive path. Lavender could not have saved Zoey’s mother. But the fact that she was killed surrounded by land that nurtures lavender means that the earth itself is uneasy with the violence committed on a space intended for peace.”

“And that’s good for us because…” I asked, feeling more than a little dense.

“Because the land will want to be rid of the violence inflicted upon it. It should give the images over eagerly, if not easily.”

“Why not easily?” Damien said.

“Rituals and spells that deal with great emotion are never easy,” Thanatos said. “Death spells are particularly tricky. Death rarely cooperates, even when we just want to glimpse it versus embrace it fully.”

“So when my momma used to say nothin’ good ever comes easy, she was tellin’ the truth,” Stevie Rae said.

“She was,” Thanatos said. “So, let us continue to prepare. The spell will have three parts. The first will take place between here and the physical site of our ritual. It is known as the Releasing. In order for us to be successful tonight we must all be of one accord with our intent. Clear your minds. Concentrate.”

“On death?” Stevie Rae asked.

“No, on truth. Concentrate on our shared desire to seek and find the truth tonight.”

“True Sight.”

I didn’t realize I’d spoken the words out loud until Thanatos nodded and said, “Yes, indeed. True Sight is an excellent way to put it. Tonight we wish to see with true sight.”

Thanatos moved to the back of the bus to check on Erin’s angelica braiding. I felt eyes on me and looked up from my own wildflower wreath to see Aphrodite and Stevie Rae staring at me.

“Tonight, ‘seen with True Sight,’” Aphrodite quoted quietly. “‘Darkness does not always equate to evil. Light does not always bring good.’”

“I told you we should have brought Kramisha,” Stevie Rae whispered.

“I think we should have brought a damn tank,” Stark said.

“Clear your minds!” I practically hissed the whisper, giving all of them a hard look. Then I went back to braiding.

I tried to clear my mind.

I tried to think about truth.

But I was too young—too scared—too worried. So the truth I found myself concentrating on was simple, but definitely not what Thanatos meant:

The truth is I need my mom and I’d give just about anything to have her alive and on my side again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Aurox

Aurox left the House of Night campus quickly, being sure he was well ahead of the school bus. It was, by human standards, very late and the roads were nearly empty. He was glad for the directions from the voice in his vehicle. Glad that he had time to drive and think without the worry of being discovered following an all too diligent Darius.

Neferet had ordered that he thwart the forthcoming ritual and the death spell Thanatos meant to cast, though she’d made it clear he wasn’t to kill any of the Priestesses in doing so. Aurox was not surprised that he was grateful for that one small caveat. For a moment while Neferet had been speaking her commands to him he’d believed she was going to task him with murdering Zoey. The thought had made him feel sick, although according to Priestess he did not have the ability to feel anything. He was a vessel. The emotions of others fueled his strength, but once used, the feelings were meant to dissipate.

Then why, since the moment he’d been alone with Zoey when she’d been weeping about her mother’s death, did he still feel sadness, a deep, pressing despair, guilt, and recently something else, something new? Aurox felt loneliness.

He could almost hear Priestess’s mocking laughter.

“Yes, I feel!” he shouted, and his voice echoed within the speeding vehicle, as if he was alone in a cave— always alone. “I do feel, even though Priestess says I do not.” He smashed his fist in the dashboard, not minding that his knuckles split and the leather dented. “I feel her sadness. I feel her fear. I feel her loneliness. Why? Why does Zoey Redbird make me feel?”

We each decide what we are by the life choices we make. Thanatos’s voice seemed to be there with him in the car. Our actions define us, and will keep defining us until even after death.

“I was created to serve Neferet.” Could Thanatos be correct, even for a creature such as him?

More of the High Priestess’s words came to him as if answering his question.

“… the future need not be dictated by the past.”

The voice in the car spoke then, dissipating Thanatos’s wisdom. It told him to turn right and within half a mile he was to arrive at his destination. Aurox completed the turn, but then he steered the car through the ditch and did not stop it until he was sure it was parked well away from passing headlights and prying eyes. He got out of the car and, moving silently and quickly, Aurox paralleled the quaint gravel lane, which led to a modest home.

Aurox halted before he came to the home, and not just because he needed to use the concealment of the small orchard adjacent to the house and the large lavender field that framed it. He halted because of the sight of the scorched circle within the winter-sleeping herbs. He knew that burning. It was not from fire that the land was charred and the lavender destroyed. It was from a cold burn—a frigid destruction.

Darkness has been here. Aurox told himself. And then he understood. Neferet and the white bull did this deed. They killed Zoey Redbird’s mother.

Something slipped inside him then, as if a wheel that had been stuck, struggling in the muck and the mud, had finally broken free. Aurox’s legs felt weak, and he sat heavily with his back leaning against the rough bark of one of the trees, waiting … watching … but doing nothing.

Dragon

Looking up Zoey’s home address had been quick and easy. Her grandmother’s farm was only an hour or so away. He waited until the school bus left campus, and then followed slowly, being certain the ever-vigilant Darius did not notice him in the rearview mirror. Dragon didn’t need to stay close to the bus. He knew where he was going. He knew what he must do.

Duty was everything.