Awakened (House of Night #8)(13)

"Kramisha, do not mess up season three of True Blood for me. I haven't finished my DVDs of season two."

"Well, I'm just sayin', prepare for some serious four-footed hotness."

"Seriously. Don't you dare tell me anything else."

"Okay--okay, but the whole wolf-monster-hotness guy thing is somethin' I need to talk to you 'bout."

"This bench is made of wood. Wood equals earth.Which means I can probably figure out a way tomake it smack the living crap right outta you if youmess up True Blood for me."

"Would you please relax? I'm already offa that. I got somethin' else we gotta discuss before we go into what I know is gonna be one majorly boring Council Meeting."

"It's part of what we gotta do. I'm a High Priestess. You're a Poet Laureate. We have to go to the Council Meetings." Stevie Rae let out a long puff of air and felt her shoulders slump. "Dang, I'll be glad when Z gets back here tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, I get that. What I don't get is what's got you so messed up in the head you seem turned inside out."

"My boyfriend has lost his dang mind and disappeared off the face of the earth. My best friend almost died in the Otherworld. The red fledglings-- the other ones--are still out there somewhere doin' Bubba-knows-what, which I'm pretty sure means eating people. And to top it all off I'm supposed to be a High Priestess, even though I'm not even sure what all that means. I think that's enough to mess up anyone's head."

"Yeah, it is. But it ain't enough to keep givin' me weird-assed poems that all have the same freaky theme. They about you and beasts, and I want to know why."

"Kramisha, I do not know what you're talkin' 'bout." Stevie Rae started to stand up, but Kramisha reached into her huge bag and pulled out a piece of violet-colored paper that had her bold writing scrawled across it. With another heavy exhale of breath, Stevie Rae sat down and held out her hand. "Fine. Let me see."

"I wrote 'em both on this paper. The old one and the new one. Somethin' told me you might need yourmemory refreshed."

Stevie Rae didn't say anything. Her eyes went to the first poem on the paper. She took her time reading it. Not because she needed her memory refreshed. She didn't. Every line of the poem had been burned into her mind.

The Red One steps into the Light

girded loins for her part in

the apocalyptic fight.

Darkness hides in different forms

shape,

See beyond shape, color, lies

and emotional storms.

Ally with him; pay with your heart

though trust cannot be given

unless the Darkness you part.

See with the soul and not your eyes

because to dance with beasts you

must penetrate their disguise.

Stevie Rae told herself she wouldn't cry, but her heart felt bruised and broken. The poem had beenright. She'd seen Rephaim with her soul, not with her eyes. She'd parted Darkness and trusted and accepted him--and because of that, because she'd allied herself with a beast, she had paid with her heart. She was still paying with her heart.

Reluctantly, Stevie Rae looked to the second poem on the page--the new one. Reminding herself not to react, not to let her face give away anything, she started reading:

beautiful

Beasts can be beautiful

Dreams become desires

Reality changes with reason

Trust your truth

Man ... monster ... mystery ... magick

Hear with your heart

See without scorn

Love will not lose

Trust his truth

His promise is proof

The test is time

Faith frees

If there is courage to change.

Stevie Rae's mouth felt dry. "Sorry, I can't helpyou. I don't know what these things are about." She tried to hand the piece of paper back to Kramisha, but the poet's hands were folded across her chest.

"You ain't a good liar, Stevie Rae."

"It's not smart to call your High Priestess a liar." There was an edge of meanness to Stevie Rae's voice that had Kramisha shaking her head.

"What's happenin' to you? You dealing with somethin' that's eatin' you from the inside out. If you was yourself, you'd be talkin' to me. You'd be trying to figure this out."

"I can't figure out this poetry stuff! It's metaphor and symbolism and weird, confusing predictions." "That's a damn lie," Kramisha said. "We been figuring this stuff out. Zoey has. You and I did, or at least we did enough to get word to Z in the Otherworld. And it helped. Stark said it did." Kramisha pointed at the first poem. "Some of this one came true. You met the beasts. Those bulls. You been different ever since. Now I been given another one of them beast poems. I know they for you. And I know you know more than you sayin'."

"Look, stay outta my business, Kramisha." Stevie Rae stood up, stepped out of the alcove, and as she walked right into Dragon Lankford she yelled back at Kramisha, "I'm done talking 'bout this beast stuff!"

"Hey, whoa, what's this about?" Dragon's strong hand steadied Stevie Rae when she stumbled because of their collision. "Did you say beast stuff?"

"She did." Kramisha pointed at the notebook page in Stevie Rae's hand. "Two poems come to me, one the day Stevie Rae tangled with them bulls, and the second just a little while ago. She don't want to pay them no mind."