Awakened (House of Night #8)(15)

"What? Why not?"

"Apparently Stark isn't well enough to travel, so Sgiach has given them permission to remain on Skye indefinitely."

"Did Zoey tell you that?" Stevie Rae couldn't believe her BFF had called Dragon and not her. What was Z thinking?

"No, she and Stark spoke with Jack."

"Oh, the Celebration Ritual." Stevie Rae nodded in understanding. Z hadn't been keeping anything from her. Jack had been uber-exuberant about the Ritual he'd appointed himself in charge of music, food, and decorations for--he'd probably called her with an entire list of questions like: What's your favorite color? and Doritos or Ruffles?"Gay boy is majorly obsessed. I bet he lost his damn mind when he found out Z ain't comin' home tomorrow."

"Actually, he's using the extra time to keep practicing that song he wants to sing, and he's decorating," Dragon said. "Goddess help us," Kramisha said. "If he tries to hang rainbows and unicorns everywhere and make all of us wear them feather boas--again-- I'm just gonna say `ah hell no.' "

"Origami swords," Dragon said.

"Excuse me?" Stevie Rae was sure she couldn't have heard him right.

Dragon chuckled. "Jack came by the Field House and borrowed a claymore so he could have a real example to work from. In honor of Stark, he's going to use origami swords hung with fishing line. He said they'll look like the song."

" 'Cause they'll be defying gravity." Stevie Rae couldn't help giggling. She did heart her some Jack. He was just too cute for words. "I hope he don't do them in pink paper. That just ain't right."

They'd reached the door to the Council Chamber, and before they entered the already full room, Stevie Rae heard Dragon say, "Not pink. Purple. I saw him carrying a ream of purple paper."

Stevie Rae was still grinning when Lenobia called the Council Meeting to order. In the days that followed, she would remember her grin and wish she could hold on to the image of Jack making purple swords out of paper and singing "Defying Gravity," eternally looking on the bright side of life, eternally sweet, eternally happy, and, most important, eternally safe.

Chapter Six

Jack

"Duch, what is it, beautiful girl? Why are you acting so psycho today?" Jack pulled the pile of purple origami papers from under the blond Lab and put them up out of dog-butt reach on the wooden stool he was using as an outside table and sword stand. The big dog huffed, thumped her tail on the ground, and scooted closer to Jack. He sighed and gave her a loving but exasperated look. "You don't have to be attached to my side. Everything's fine. I'm just decorating."

"She is being more than a little codependent today," Damien said, folding his legs and sitting on the grass beside Jack.

Jack stopped working on the paper sword he'd been folding into shape and stroked Duchess's soft head. "Do you think she can sense that S-T-A-R-K is still not feeling one hundred percent? Do you think she knows he's not coming back tomorrow?"

"Well, maybe. She is extraordinarily intelligent, but my guess is she's more worried about you climbing up there than Stark being tired and tardy."

Jack fluttered his fingers at the eight-foot ladder that sat open and ready not far from them. "Oh, there's nothing for Duch or you to be worried about. That ladder is perfectly safe. It even has an extra hold-it-open latch that makes it totally steady."

"I don't know. It's awful high up there." Damien gave the top rungs of the ladder a wary look.

"Nah, it's not so bad. Plus, it's not like I'm climbing up to the top--or at least not much. This poor tree has limbs that are hangy-downy now. You know, ever since he burst up from under it." Jack said the last sentence in a stage whisper.

Damien cleared his throat and gave the big oak they were sitting under the same wary glance he'd shot the ladder. "Okay, don't get mad, but I really need to talk to you about choosing this particular spot for Zoey's Celebration Ritual."

Jack held up his hand, palm out, in the universal stop signal. "I already know people are going to have issues with this location. I've just decided that my reasons for it are better than the reasons against it."

"Honey, you always have the best intentions," Damien took Jack's hand and held it in both of his. "But I think this time you need to consider that you might be the only one who can see anything positive about this place. Professor Nolan and Loren Blake were killed here. Kalona escaped from the earth, ripped open the ground, and split the tree right here. It just doesn't feel very celebratory to me."

Jack's free hand covered Damien's. "This is a place of power, right?"

"Correct," Damien said.

"And power isn't negative or positive in its unused form. It only takes on those characteristics when outside forces take over and influence it. Right?"

Damien paused, considered, and then reluctantly nodded. "Yes, I suppose you're correct again."

"Well, I feel that the power in this place--this shattered tree and the area here by the east wall-- has been misused. It needs a chance to be used for Light and goodness again. I want to give it that chance; I have to. Something inside me is telling me that I need to be here, getting Zoey's Celebration Ritual ready for her return, even if she and Stark are going to be late."