emerge when Neferet realizes you have come for her prisoner,” Thanatos said.
“I will remember,” he said.
“And I will be sure your circle is cast,” Kalona said. “From the sky I will watch over you. I will watch over all of you.” The winged immortal turned his cold amber gaze to Aurox. “You realize I cannot help you. You will have to battle your way from Neferet’s lair.”
I felt a little start of surprise. I’d been so focused on getting Grandma safe that I hadn’t even considered what was going to happen to Aurox afterward.
“Wait, can’t you carry both of them out of there?” I asked Kalona.
“Safely? No. There are some limits to my immortal strength,” Kalona said. “Aurox, if I drop you from the sky will you be killed?”
It was so bizarre, listening to Kalona question Aurox about falling from the sky like he was asking him if he liked ham and swiss, or turkey and swiss better.
Aurox made a restless movement with his shoulders. “I believe that would depend upon whether the beast within me has manifested or not. The beast is much more difficult to destroy than am I.”
“When Grandma is safe, we’ll recall our elements.” Now I was sounding as bizarrely calm as the two of them. “Aurox, let the beast take over enough for it to help you fight your way out of there.”
“Do you believe that is possible?” Thanatos asked him.
“Perhaps. I think it will depend a great deal upon Neferet. I–I have not considered getting out, only getting in,” Aurox said.
“I agree with Zoey. Use the beast. Neferet needed a sacrifice to control it before. She will need to do so again, and we will have taken her sacrifice,” Thanatos said. “It can get you to safety. When you come to yourself again, make your way back to the House of Night.”
Aurox’s face seemed to brighten. “To stay? I’ll be able to go to school there?”
“That is a question too great for me to answer alone. The High Council must decide your fate,” Thanatos said.
I held my breath, waiting for Aurox to bail out—to realize that he was basically on a suicide mission, to tell us all to go to hell in a handbasket, and take off.
He didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he met my eyes and said, “I have a question for you.”
“Okay, what?”
“What does it mean to be coat-tailing on someone?”
I couldn’t have been more surprised if Aurox had crouched down and given birth to a litter of kittens. For a second, I couldn’t even think of an answer, and then I blurted, “It means that you haven’t earned what you’ve been given, but that someone else has, so you’re riding his coattails and getting credit that way.”
Aurox’s face was an emotionless mask. He drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. We were all staring at him, but he didn’t say a word. He just stood there, breathing and looking like an almost-statue.
“Okay, so, who are you coat-tailing?” Stark’s voice cut the silence.
Aurox turned his moonstone eyes on my Warrior. “No one. No one at all, and tonight I will prove that.” Then his gaze found mine again. “When I feel the presence of the elements I will go to Neferet. When Grandma is safe, do as you said. Withdraw the elements. Then flee. I will not chance harming any of you, and I cannot be certain that I can retain any control over the beast. Tell Grandma that I said her sanctuary is more important than mine.” His eyes swept our group as he said, “Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again.” Aurox walked away from us, jogging quickly across the street, and disappeared within the front doors of the Mayo.
“This night is gonna suck for him,” Stark muttered.
“Hello, understatement,” Aphrodite said. “This
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“So, old woman, what do you think it is about your blood that causes it to be so rancid that my children cannot feed on it?”
Sylvia Redbird’s head turned slowly. Her eyes were glimmering pools within the cage of Darkness.
“Your puppets cannot feed from me because I had time to prepare myself for you.”
The old woman’s voice was hoarse, but there was a strength lingering within it that surprised Neferet almost as much as it annoyed her.
“That’s right. You are oh, so special and beloved by your Goddess. But wait,” Neferet spoke with mock shock. “If you are really so special and beloved, why are you here, being tormented by my children? Why does your Goddess not save you?”
“You name me special. I would not call myself that, Tsi Sgili. Had you asked I would have named myself valued by the Great Earth Mother. No more. No less.”
“If this is how your Great Earth Mother treats a valued child who is crying out for her help, then may I suggest you consider changing goddesses?” Neferet sipped on her blood-laced wine. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to goad the old woman. Her pain and her impending death should have been enough to satisfy the immortal, but they weren’t. Neferet hated that Sylvia did not scream. She did not beg. Since Kalona had fled, Sylvia had even stopped moaning in pain. Now if she wasn’t silent, the old woman was singing.
Neferet loathed her damned singing.
“I have not asked the Great Earth Mother for help. I have only asked for her blessing, and that she has gifted me with tenfold.”
“Her blessing! You’re inside a cage of Darkness that is killing you slowly and painfully. What are you, a Catholic saint? Shall I crucify you upside down and cut off your head?” Neferet laughed at her own joke, but even to her the sound was hollow.
“You killed the professors.”
Sylvia hadn’t asked a question, but Neferet felt the need to answer her. “Of course I did.”
“Why?”
“To create chaos between humans and vampyres, of course.”
“But how does that benefit you?”
“Chaos burns—people, vampyres, society. The victor who emerges from those ashes controls the world. I will be that victor.” Feeling smug and empowered, Neferet smiled.
“But you already had power. You were High Priestess of the House of Night. You were beloved by your Goddess. Why cast that aside?”
Neferet narrowed her eyes at Sylvia. “Power does not equate to control. How much
Sylvia shook her head, finally looking and sounding as weary as she should be. “You cannot truly control anyone except yourself, Tsi Sgili. It might appear otherwise, but we all make our own choices.”
“Really? Let us test that theory. I assume you would prefer to live.” Neferet paused, waiting expectantly for Sylvia’s response.
“I would.” Sylvia’s words were a whisper.
“Well, I believe I can control whether you live or die. Now, let’s see who has the most power.” Neferet raised her wrist. With a quick, practiced movement she slashed one pointed fingernail through the vein that pulsed near the surface there. “I grow weary of this conversation.” Neferet’s tone changed to singsong as her blood flowed.
Her loyal tendrils of Darkness slithered to her, eagerly feeding from her wrist. Refortified, they circled back to Sylvia. The old woman lifted her arms defensively, but as she did so several of her bracelets broke, raining turquoise and silver through the closing bars of her cage, and falling harmlessly in the growing pool of her blood.
