Revealed (House of Night #11)(50)

“Aurox, how many of those have you had?” Stark pointed at the almost full red solo cup.

Aurox squinted at the cup. Stark watched him count on his fingers. “One, two, three, four. This is four, and I didn’t spill it, even though I jumped on and off the wall. Stark, beer is good!”

“My head is going to explode,” Zoey said.

“No! No! No!” Aurox assured her, sloshing beer all around them. “Nothing bad will happen. Stark will make the human boys forget.”

Suddenly, Stark didn’t think Aurox was so funny. “Hang on—what human boys?”

“The ones with the keg who’re looking for vampyre pu**y,” Aurox said, totally matter-of-factly.

“What in the hell is going on!” Zoey shouted.

“Jeesh, Zo, take a chill pill,” Aurox said. “Me and Stark can handle it.”

For just that instant Aurox sounded so much like Heath that Stark watched Zoey’s face pale. Her hand went to the Seer Stone around her neck and she fingered it nervously.

“Zoey.” Stark spoke softly, trying to radiate calm to her. “It’s going to be okay. Whatever’s going on, Aurox is right. He and I can handle it.”

Zoey met his gaze and nodded, not saying anything. Stark turned back to Aurox. Damn, it was so f**king weird! The kid looked nothing like Heath. He usually sounded and acted nothing like Heath. And yet here was Heath’s spirit, all bathed in beer, shining through Aurox so brightly it almost blinded them.

“Give me that.” Stark took the beer from Aurox and tossed it onto the sandy floor of the field house. Aurox watched it spill as if Stark had wasted water in the desert. “Now, tell me exactly what’s going on.”

“I drank beer with them. It was good, and they were nice, but they shouldn’t be here. I didn’t want to scare them and make them tell other humans about,” he paused, and did his exaggerated whisper again, “you know, my bull. So, I told them to wait and I came to get you so that you could make them go away and forget.”

“There are human boys here somewhere?” Zoey asked.

Aurox’s face scrunched up as he frowned at her. “Not here. Outside—out there.” He pointed in the general direction of the door to the field house behind them.

“Outside the field house!” she almost yelled.

“Zo, sometimes I think you don’t listen so good,” Aurox said. Still frowning at her, he continued speaking slowly, as if trying to get her to understand a foreign language. “Two boys. Outside the wall. With the keg. And cups. They. Want. Hot. Vampyre. Chicks.”

“Okay, I think I get it.” Stark grabbed Aurox’s arm and started to drag him toward the door and away from Z before she went for his throat, although that would have been funny as hell. “You found two kids, with beer, trying to get over the wall, right?”

“See, you listen better.” Aurox patted him on the back, almost knocking Stark over. “But they’re just looking through the hole for vampyre pu**y, not trying to get over the wall.”

“If you say pu**y one more time I’m going to smack the crap out of you,” Zoey said, coming after them.

“You can’t come!” Aurox stumbled to a stop. “You have legs and tits!”

“Oh. My. Goddess. I’m going to kill him!”

Stark stepped between the two of them. He faced Zoey. She’d gone from pale to bright red in zero-point-nothing seconds. “Z, I think this is something that a Warrior needs to handle.”

Behind him, Aurox belched, sending a wave of beer air wafting over them.

Zoey narrowed her eyes and pointed at Aurox. “You have never been able to drink!” Then she spun around and stomped back to the basement entrance, slamming the door behind her.

“She seems mad. Should we bring her a beer?” Aurox said.

Stark covered his laugh with a cough. “Ur, no. Z doesn’t like beer.”

“Doesn’t like beer? She should. It would make her head feel bubbly and happy.”

Stark didn’t bother to cover his laugh a second time. “I wish it worked that way with her, but it doesn’t.”

“Because she has legs and tits?”

Stark knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I’m not sure. Maybe you should ask her next time you see her.”

Aurox nodded, looking as serious as a drunk could look. “I will.”

“That should be fun. But until then, show me where these humans are, and while we’re going there, start back at the beginning and tell me exactly what happened before and after you were introduced to the red Solo cup.”

Zoey

Aurox was Heath. Annoying, stupid, beer-soaked Heath. Vampyre pu**y—who the hell even says something like that? I knew the answer to that ridiculous question: drunk teenage boys.

“Well, they look snug as fleas on an old dog,” Stevie Rae said, cutting into my internal dialogue and pulling my attention, thankfully, away from drunk Aurox/Heath and the fact that neither he nor Stark had returned to the basement yet.

“How long until dawn?” I asked her.

“Little less than an hour,” Rephaim said.

“Hey, is Stark back yet?” Aphrodite asked as she, Darius, and Shaylin joined us.

“No. Not yet,” I said. “But Aurox was pretty messed up. He may be awhile.” Kramisha had told everyone about Aurox being drunk. I’d said that Stark was sobering him up, which I assumed he was doing after he messed with the minds of the kids who had gotten Aurox drunk. But I hadn’t mentioned that part to anyone. They’d had enough stress for one day—hell, for one year—and I hadn’t wanted to freak anyone out for no reason. And Stark was usually right—he could handle almost anything, so I was letting him handle it.