Redeemed (House of Night #12)(48)

“But Nala always sleeps with me.”

“No she doesn’t. Sometimes she sleeps with Stevie Rae.” He yawned giantly. “Stop worrying and come here. You’ve been a big ball of stress ever since the Council meeting. You’re going to figure out how to use the Seer Stone—I know you will. Worrying all the time won’t help. Lay down and I’ll rub your shoulders.”

I looked at him and smiled. Not only did I love love love it when he rubbed my shoulders, but he was totally cute and sexy with his rumpled hair and his sleepy eyes. Plus, he was right. Me worrying wouldn’t help me figure out how to use the stupid Seer Stone. Giving in, I curled up in bed with my back to him and then moaned in pure bliss when his strong thumbs began kneading the stress knot that always bunched between by shoulder blades.

“I think you might be perfect,” I said.

“See, the less you worry, the smarter you get,” he said, yawning again.

“Hey, I’m fine. Go ahead and go to sleep.”

“I know you’re fine, but you’ll be finer if you be quiet and let me take care of your shoulders.” He kissed the back of my neck.

“Okay, but you can quit whenever you want,” I said, relaxing into his massage.

“Z, I’ll never quit you—you know that.” He kissed the back of my neck again.

I sighed happily. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” he said. By the time his hands had stilled, I felt all limp and warm and tired. I closed my eyes and, smiling, fell sound asleep.

For about two point five minutes. Then my eyes popped open and I sat up, listening.

“Did you hear something?” I asked Stark.

He mumbled something that sounded like, “Cat … okay … stop wor…,” rolled over, pulled up the blanket around his ears, and started to snore softly.

“Jeesh, no Warrior on duty,” I grumbled. Then I yawned and stretched. I seriously needed to go back to sleep. My alarm was set. We had to be up and piled into the windowless school van and on our way to the Council Oak Tree before dusk. Who knew what kind of craziness a protective spell would cause Neferet to unleash. Hell, she was already—

Then I heard it again and knew exactly what had woken me up. It was faint, but it was definitely the sound of a cat yowling.

And there was no Dr. Nal curled up in a disgruntled orange ball at the foot of my bed!

As quietly as possible I pulled on my jeans and grabbed my shoes, tiptoeing in my socks to the door. Not making a sound, and concentrating on happy thoughts, I opened the door and slipped into the hallway. I hurried downstairs and through the deserted common room of the dorm, and went outside, blinking as the morning sunlight stung my eyes. No darn way could I go back upstairs and get my sunglasses, so I shielded my eyes and called, “Nala! Kitty kitty kitty kitty! Come here, Nal!” Then I held my breath, listening.

I heard it again! It was definitely a cat’s yowl. And it definitely sounded like it was in trouble. I couldn’t tell if it was Nal or not, but I could tell that it was coming from somewhere over by the east wall of the school.

Bad stuff always happens over there! I took off, jogging around behind the dorms, heading toward the wall, and calling, “Kitty kitty kitty kitty! Nala!”

The cat kept yowling. I realized that was good and bad. Good, because I could follow the sound of its voice. Bad, because as the closer I got, the more pitiful the cat sounded.

The next yowl had my stomach clenching. I was close enough to the old broken oak to know the cat was definitely somewhere up in that tree. Ah, hell! Why did it have to be that tree? The tree Kalona had split in two when he’d escaped his earth prison, the tree where Jack had died, the tree where I’d seen the disgusting Old Magick creatures.

I slowed down as I approached the creepy-looking thing. Okay, I like trees. I really do. I mean, I loved the Goddess Grove in the Otherworld. I love my earth affinity, even though I’m not as in tune to it as I am to spirit, but still. Normally, I don’t have a problem with trees.

This tree was different.

Kalona’s cave opened beneath it, and the way it had split apart made it look like it was the bones of a beast, frozen in death, crouched over the opening. All the other trees on campus were budding up, flushed with green. Not this one. It was black and leafless, malevolent and broken. Its branches making more claws than I could count.

“Mee-uf-ow!”

“Nala!” I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her wet nose. She, of course, sneezed on me.

“Rorw?”

I was still hugging squirming Nala when I heard the second cat and looked down. “Cammy?” He padded up to me and rubbed against my legs, leaving blond fur everywhere. “I’ll bet Damien doesn’t know you’re out here. You should be curled up with Duchess and him sound asleep.”

“Meeeeeow!”

That meow I knew without seeing the white beast who owned it. I looked over at the shattered base of the tree and, sure enough, there sat a giant white, smushed-face ball of fur and attitude. “Maleficent, Aphrodite would definitely not be happy that you’re out here terrorizing the other cats.” I paused. “Well, that’s probably a lie, but still. You should try not to be so much like her. Jeesh, what the heck do you think—” Then the shadows around the tree moved, and I realized that the creepy old oak was completely surrounded by House of Night cats.