Burned (House of Night #7)(9)

She couldn't even tell the truth about being Imprinted with the son of the creature who had caused this awful thing to happen.

Sadness swept over Stevie Rae. She crumpled in on herself, hugged the pillow to her chest, and, twirling a blond curl around and around her finger like she used to do when she was little, began to weep. The sobs wracked her, and she buried her face in the pillow so Dallas wouldn't hear her crying, losing herself to shock and fear and complete, overwhelming despair.

Just as she was giving in to the worst of it, the air around her stirred. Almost as if someone had cracked the window in the small room.

At first she ignored it, too lost in her tears to care about a stupid cold breeze. But it was insistent. It touched the fresh, pink skin of her exposed back in a cool caress that was surprisingly pleasant. For a moment she relaxed, allowing herself to absorb comfort from the touch.

Touch? She'd told him to wait outside!

Stevie Rae's head shot up. Her lips were pulled back from her teeth in a snarl she meant to aim at Dallas.

No one was in the room.

She was alone. Absolutely alone.

Stevie Rae dropped her face in her hands. Was shock making her go totally batshit crazy? She didn't have time for crazy. She had to get up and get dressed. She had to put one foot in front of the other and go out there and deal with the truth about what had happened to Zoey, and her red fledglings, and Kalona, and, eventually, Rephaim.

Rephaim . . .

His name echoed in the air, another cold caress against her skin, wrapping around her. Not just touching her back but skimming down the length of her arms and swirling around her waist and over her legs. And everywhere the coolness touched, it was like a little bit of her grief had been washed away. This time when she looked up she was more controlled in her reaction. She wiped her eyes clear and stared down at her body.

The mist that surrounded her was made of tiny sparkling drops that were the exact color she'd come to recognize in his eyes.

"Rephaim." Against her will, she whispered his name.

He calls you . . .

"What the hell is going on?" Stevie Rae muttered, anger stirring through despair.

Go to him . . .

"Go to him?" she said, feeling increasingly pissed off. "His dad caused this."

Go to him . . .

Letting the tide of cool caress and red anger make her decision, Stevie Rae yanked on her clothes. She would go to Rephaim, but only because he might know something that she could use to help Zoey. He was the son of a dangerous and powerful immortal. Obviously, he had abilities she didn't know about.

The red stuff that was floating around her was definitely from him, and it must be made of some kind of spirit.

"Fine," she said aloud to the mist. "I'll go to him."

The instant she spoke the words aloud, the red haze evaporated, leaving only a lingering coolness on her skin and a strange, otherworldly sense of calm.

I'll go to him, and if he can't help me, then I think - Imprint or no Imprint - I'm going to have to kill him.

Chapter Four

Aphrodite

"Seriously, Erce, I'm only going to say this one more time. I don't care about your stupid rules. Zoey is in there." Aphrodite paused and pointed one well-manicured fingernail at the closed stone door. "And that means I'm going in there ."

"Aphrodite, you are a human - one who isn't even the consort of a vampyre. You cannot simply burst into the High Council Chamber with all of your youthful, mortal hysteria, especially during a time of crisis such as this." The vampyre's cool look took in Aphrodite's messed-up hair, tear-stained face, and reddened eyes. "The Council will invite you to join them. Probably. Until then, you must wait."

"I am not hysterical." Aphrodite spoke the words slowly, distinctly, and with forced calm, attempting to totally make up for the fact that the reason she'd been left outside the High Council Chamber when Stark, followed by Darius, Damien, the Twins, and even Jack, had carried Zoey's lifeless body inside was entirely because she had been exactly what Erce had called her - a hysterical human. She hadn't been able to keep up with the rest of them, especially since she'd been crying so hard the snot and tears had kept her from doing much breathing or seeing. By the time she'd pulled herself together, the door had been closed in her face, with Erce acting as f**king gatekeeper.

But Erce was super wrong if she thought Aphrodite didn't know how to handle a stick-up-her-ass bossy adult. She'd been raised by a woman who made Erce look like Mary Fucking Poppins.

"So you think I'm just a human kid, do you?" Aphrodite got all into the vamp's personal space, which made Erce take an automatic step back. "Think again. I'm a prophetess of Nyx. Remember her?

Nyx - as in your Goddess who is the boss of you . I do not need to be some guy's refrigerator to have the right to go before the High Council. Nyx herself gave me the right. Now move the hell out of my way!"

"Though she could have phrased it more politely, the child makes a valid point, Erce. Let her pass. I'll take responsibility for her presence if the Council disapproves."

Aphrodite felt the small hairs along her forearms lift as Neferet's smooth voice came from behind her.

"It is not customary," Erce said, but her capitulation was already obvious.

"Neither is it customary for the soul of a fledgling to be shattered," said Neferet.