Burned (House of Night #7)(64)

"Aye, but I wasnae ever that young," answered the voice of the vampyre Warrior.

Stark was struggling against shouting at the two of them to come out of the dark and face him when they seemed to materialize from the mist directly in front of him on the island side of the arch. The archaic-looking vampyre was there again, but Stark hardly glanced at him. His entire focus was captivated by the woman.

She was tall, with a broad-shouldered body that was muscular, yet entirely feminine. There were lines at the corners of her eyes, which were large and beautiful and an amazing shade of gold mixed with green, the exact color of the fist-sized piece of amber that hung from the middle of the torque around her neck.

Except for a single streak of cinnamon red, her waist-length hair was perfectly white, but she didn't look old. She didn't look young, either. As he studied her, Stark realized that she reminded him of Kalona, who was ageless and ancient at the same time. Her tattoos were incredible - swords with intricately carved hilts and blades framed her strong, sensual face. He realized no one had said anything while he'd been gawking, and Stark cleared his throat, held Zoey close to him, and respectfully bowed to her.

"Merry meet, Sgiach."

"Why should I allow you on my island?" she said without preamble.

Stark drew a deep breath and lifted his chin, meeting Sgiach's gaze as he had her Warrior's. "It's my right by blood. I'm a MacUallis. That means I'm part of your Clan."

"Not hers, boy. Mine," the vampyre told him, his lips curving in a smile that was far more dangerous-looking than inviting.

Taken off guard, Stark shifted his attention to the Warrior. "Yours? I'm part of your Clan?" he said stupidly.

"I remember you being smarter when you were that young," Sgiach told her Warrior.

"Aye," the vampyre snorted. "Young or no, I had more sense than that."

"I'm smart enough to know that the history of my human blood still gives me a tie to both of you and this island," Stark said.

"Yie ur barely oot o yur nappies, boy," the Warrior said sarcastically. "Yur better suited to schoolboy games, and there are nae o' that ilk here on this island."

Instead of pissing Stark off, the vamp's words triggered his memory, and it was like Damien's notes were there in front of him again. "That's why it's my right to enter the island," Stark said. "I don't know shit about what it takes to be Warrior enough to save Zoey, but I can tell you she's more than a High Priestess. Before she was shattered, she was turning into something vampyres have never seen." The thoughts kept coming to him, and as he spoke and saw the surprise in Sgiach's face, the pieces of the puzzle fit together, and his gut told him he was following the right line of reasoning. "Zoey was becoming a Queen of the Elements. I'm her Warrior - her Guardian - and she's my Ace. I'm here to learn how to protect my Ace. Isn't that what you're all about? Training Warriors to protect their Aces?"

"They stopped coming to me," Sgiach said.

Stark thought he only imagined the sadness in her voice, but when her Warrior moved a little closer to his queen, as if he was so attuned to her needs that he meant to take even that small note of discomfort from her, Stark knew then, beyond any doubt, he'd found the answer, and he sent a silent "thank you, Nyx" to the Goddess.

"No, we haven't stopped coming. I'm right here," Stark told the ancient queen. "I'm a Warrior. I'm of the MacUallis blood. I'm asking for your help so that I can protect my Ace. Please, Sgiach, let me enter your island. Teach me how to keep my queen alive."

Sgiach hesitated only long enough to share a look with her Warrior, then she lifted her hand, and said, "

Failte gu ant Eilean nan Sgiath. . . Welcome to the Isle of Sgiach. You may enter my island."

"Your Majesty." Darius's voice made everyone pause. The Warrior had dropped to one knee before the archway, Aphrodite standing a little way behind him.

"You may speak, Warrior," Sgiach said.

"I am not of Clan blood, but I do protect an Ace; therefore, I ask for entry to your island as well.

Though I don't come as a newly made Warrior, I believe there is much here that I do not know - much here that I would like to learn while I stand at my brother Warrior's side in his quest to save Zoey's life."

"This is a human female and no a High Priestess. How could yie be Oath Bound to her?" asked the vampyre Warrior.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. Was it Shawnus?" Aphrodite stepped to Darius's side and rested her hand on his shoulder.

"It's feckn' Seoras, are yie deaf, too?" the Warrior said, enunciating slowly. Stark was surprised to see his lips curling up at Aphrodite's bitchy tone.

"Okay, Seoras. " She mimicked his accent with eerie accuracy. "I'm not a human. I was a fledgling who had visions. Then I wasn't a fledgling anymore. And when I un-fledgling-ed, Nyx, for reasons I'm still pretty clueless about, decided to let me keep my visions. So now I'm the Goddess's Prophetess. I'm hoping that, along with all the stress and eye-aches it gives me, this Prophetess stuff means I age gracefully, like your queen." Aphrodite paused to bow her head to Sgiach, whose brows went up, but who didn't strike her dead like Stark thought she deserved. "Anyway, Darius is my Oath Sworn Warrior.