Hidden (House of Night #10)(51)

Everyone, including the cameraman, turned at the sound of our Horse Mistress's voice. Lenobia was standing there, leading her beautiful black mare, Mujaji, who looked like an absolute dream.

"Professor Lenobia, how good of you to join our press conference," Thanatos said.

"Wow! What a gorgeous horse he is!" Adam gushed as the cameraman did a close-up on Mujaji.

Damien touched Adam's arm and grinned. "Honey, that's a she, not a he."

"Oh, my mistake." Adam took it all in stride, smiling with a cute flush to his cheeks. "The guy-girl thing never made much difference to me."

"Because we're all the same." I heard the words coming from my mouth, and silently thanked Nyx for them. "Guy, girl, human, vampyre, what difference does it make? We're sharing Tulsa, and we love it. So, let's just all get along!"

Thanatos laughed, and the sound was like music. "Oh, Zoey, I could not have said it better myself. And Lenobia, you were correct to remind me. Adam, I would like to announce this evening that during the open house and Street Cat benefit, the Tulsa House of Night will, as the first House of Night in our written history, be taking job applications for human professors. We will be interviewing for professorial positions in our drama department, as well as in our literature department." Thanatos stood and opened her arms, looking benevolent and wise. "The House of Night welcomes Tulsa. Until Saturday we wish you all merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Neferet

Neferet would not have seen the press conference had she not called room service to her penthouse suite. The pleasingly subservient blond boy was almost young enough to interest her. The last bellboy who had had the good fortune to answer her summons would be calling in sick for the next several days. Weak and bruised, he would not remember anything except a fascination for her beauty and a series of dark, erotic dreams. Fever dreams, his doctor would no doubt call them. Humans were such frail creatures. Such a shame that she constantly needed to find a new plaything.

Neferet studied this bellboy. He was tall, and he looked extremely nervous. His skin was bad. He practically oozed virgin from his over-sized pores. Thinking that virgin blood would mix nicely with the chilled bottle of champagne he was carrying past her, she motioned to her sitting room.

"Please, bring the bottle inside my suite," Neferet purred.

Virgin blood was so very sweet that a bad complexion and sweaty palms could be easily overlooked. After all, she was not going to touch him. At least not very much ...

"Is right here fine, ma'am?" His eyes kept flitting from her br**sts to her mouth and then back to the bottle he was opening, all the while he reeked of sexual desire, fear, and fascination.

"Right there is perfect." Neferet ran a long, pointed fingernail down the low bodice of her silk robe.

"Wow," he gulped, working the gold foil off the top of the champagne with inexperienced, shaky hands. "I hope you don't mind me sayin' this, but you're way prettier than those other vampyres on the news."

"Other vampyres? News?"

"Yes, ma'am. They're on Fox 23 late night right now."

"Turn it on for me!" she snapped.

"But the champagne's not-"

"Leave it! I am fully capable of opening it myself. Put on the news and go."

The boy did as he was told and then slunk out, still casting longing glances at her. Neferet paid him no mind. She was utterly engrossed in the scene unfolding before her on the large flat screen television. It was Thanatos, Zoey, and several of her group. They were outside at the House of Night, clustered together and talking easily with the reporter. Neferet scowled. They all looked so normal.

Her lip curled as she heard Thanatos explain away Dragon Lankford's death as a tragic bison accident.

"That wretched Aurox," Neferet muttered. "Imperfect, inept Vessel! All of this is his fault."

She kept watching the interview, smirking at Stark and Zoey, only concentrating when she heard her name mentioned. Neferet pressed the volume button and Thanatos's voice blared, "... Neferet is a disgruntled ex-employee with no whistle to blow..."

Neferet's body became very cold.

"She dares to name me an employee!" Neferet continued to watch. Her anger built to such intensity that the glass door to the penthouse balcony burst open, raining shards of crystal across the marble floor.

"We're sharing Tulsa, and we love it. So, let's just all get along!" Zoey's ridiculously cheerful voice grated up and down Neferet's spine.

"I will not allow you to undo what I have begun, you obnoxious child!" Neferet seethed. When Thanatos announced that the Tulsa House of Night would be taking applications for human professors her mouth gaped along with the reporters. After the new High Priestess's benevolent, merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again, Neferet watched in disbelief as the news anchors chattered inanely about how interesting all the vampyre interaction was and how great the open house and job fair would be for the city as a still shot close-up of Zoey's smiling face decorated the screen. She punched the power button, unable to bear one more instant of Zoey Redbird.

From the clever little alcove that was tucked between the living room and the dining room, Neferet's computer began to ring. On the screen the silhouetted figure of Nyx's upraised arms flashed and beside the icon were the words: VAMPYRE HIGH COUNCIL.