Hidden (House of Night #10)(38)

My gut had taken me here. Worse, my Seer Stone had started to radiate heat.

Yep, I thought. Like Kramisha said, following your gut can cause a shit ton of trouble. I sighed and admitted the truth my instinct had followed-if there's old magick at the House of Night, this was an excellent place for it to be hiding. Sgiach had told me that old magick was powerful. It was also unpredictable and dangerous. I remembered her explaining that how it manifested had a lot to do with the Priestess who had called it to her.

So, what did that mean for me? What kind of Priestess was I becoming?

I sighed. A confused, crappy one who didn't get enough sleep.

One with potential, drifted through my mind.

One who doesn't know enough, I mentally countered with.

One who needs to believe in herself, the wind whispered to me.

One who needs to quit screwing up, my mind insisted.

One who needs to believe in her Goddess.

And that stopped my mental battle.

"I do believe in you, Nyx. I always will." Resolutely, I pulled the warm Seer Stone from under my T-shirt, took a deep breath, lifted it, and stared through the little Lifesaver-like hole at the broken, battered oak tree.

For a second nothing happened. I squinted, and the tree was just a messed-up old tree. I started to relax and, typically, that's when all hell broke loose.

From the center of the shattered trunk an ugly, terrible whirling vortex of shadows emerged. Within the whirlpool I could see horrible creatures with twisted bodies covered in skin that was mottled, as if they were rotting from disgusting diseases. Their eyes were cavernous sockets. Their mouths were sewn shut. I could smell them. It was a stink like old roadkill mixed with a backed-up toilet. I gagged and must have made a retching sound, because as a group, they turned their sightless faces to me. Their long, skeletal fingers reached toward me.

"No! Stop!" Spirit's comfort was shattered. I was paralyzed by fear.

And then from the very center of the vortex a beautiful, full moon-colored light flashed up, burning the horrid creatures into nothingness and knocking me backward on my butt. I dropped the Seer Stone, severing my link to the old magick. As I blinked and gasped, the tree became the tree again. Old and creepy, but mundane and broken.

Not caring about Thanatos or Death's commands I scrambled to my feet and ran like hell.

* * *

"I'm not crazy. It's my life that is crazy. I'm not crazy. It's my life that is crazy..." Between panting breaths I spoke the words like a mantra, over and over to myself, trying to find my normal-my center, or even just a small measure of calm, but my heartbeat was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. Heart attack, I thought. This level of crazy is too much for me and I'm having a heart attack.

I'd just realized that maybe I couldn't catch my breath and my heart was pounding like crazy because I was still running, when strong, familiar hands grabbed me, jerking me to a sudden stop. Like a total girl I collapsed against Stark, shaking so hard that my teeth were chittering.

"Zoey! Are you hurt? Who's after you?" Stark kept me tucked against him while he turned me so that he was staring through the darkness behind me. I'd wrapped my arms around him and I could feel that he'd slung his bow and an arrow holder over his shoulder. Readiness radiated from him. Even through my panic, his presence calmed me. I gulped air, shaking my head. "No, I'm okay. I'm okay."

He held me out at arm's length, looking up and down my body like he was checking for wounds. "What happened? Why are you freaked and running like a crazy person?"

I frowned at him. "I'm not a crazy person."

"Well, you were running like one. And inside here"-he pressed a finger against my chest over my quieting heart-"you were definitely feeling whacked."

"Old magick."

His eyes widened. "The bull?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I looked through the Seer Stone at the tree. You know, the tree, by the east wall."

"Why in the hell would you do that?"

"Because Thanatos told me I needed to practice with the stupid Seer Stone in case it could somehow be used to fight Neferet."

"So you saw something that came after you?"

"Well, no. Yes. Kinda. I saw some creepy things inside something that looked like a tornado whirlpooling up from the middle of the tree. Stark, they were seriously the most disgusting things I've ever seen. And they smelled bad. Really, really bad. Actually, they almost made me puke. I did gag, which was when they noticed me, but before they could do anything this bright light zapped them." I paused, thinking through my panic. "Actually, the zapping light was kinda like Sookie's fairy-light-thing. Do you think there's any chance I'm a fairy?"

"No, Z. Focus. True Blood is fiction. This is the real world. What happened after the zapping light?"

"I don't know. I ran." I glanced around us and noticed that I'd run all the way along the inside of the wall and I was almost at the stables. "I ran a really long way."

"And?"

"And nothing. Except that you grabbed me. Goddess, I thought I was having a heart attack."

"So you were scared. That's it?"

I frowned at him again. His voice was kind, but his expression was strained, like he was trying to choose between shaking me, or kissing me. "Well," I said slowly. "Yeah, but I was really scared."