Tempted (House of Night #6)(40)

Add to that me knowing I can keep you safe from Kalona's nightmares, and I'd say I'm ready to face just about anything. I don't snore, I told him firmly, then I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning into him, letting the strength of his physical presence chase away what remained of Kalona's nightmare presence. I'm glad you're feeling better. Should I have told Stark that Kalona had still snuck into my dreams, even with him so close and so focused on protecting me? Probably. Maybe telling him would have made a difference in what happened later. Then I was only thinking about not messing up the positive energy he had going, so I rested in his arms until I remembered I hadn't even brushed my hair or anything.

Running my fingers through my wicked-ugly bed head, and averting my face from him to keep from blasting Stark with morning mouth, I pulled away from his embrace and hurried toward the bathroom. Over my shoulder I said, Hey, would you do me a favor while I'm taking a shower? Sure. He shot me a cocky grin, which telegraphed how good he really was feeling. Want me to wash your back? Uh, no. But thanks. I think. Jeesh, guys had such one-track minds! I want you to round up the fledglings, red and blue, and find Aphrodite, Darius, Sister Mary Angela, my grandma, and anyone else you can think of who needs to be in on the discussion of when and how we're getting back to the school. I'd rather wash your back, but no problem. Your wish, my lady, is my command. He bowed his head and saluted me, his hand over his heart. Thank you. The words came out soft. His expression of respect and trust suddenly making me feel close to tears. Hey. His smile faded. You look kinda sad. Is everything okay? I'm just glad you're my Warrior. What I said was the truth, if not all of it.

His smile was back. You are one lucky High Priestess. I shook my head at his unending cockiness and blinked the ridiculous tears from my eyes. Just get everyone together for me, 'kay? 'Kay. Want to meet in the basement? I grimaced. Definitely not. How about you ask Sister Mary Angela if we can meet in their dining room? Then we can eat and talk. Will do. Thanks. I'll see you soon, my lady. Eyes shining, he saluted me formally again before hurrying from the room. More slowly, I entered the bathroom. Mechanically, I brushed my teeth and got in the shower. I stood for a long time just letting the hot water pour down over me. And then, when I knew I could keep my emotions calm, I thought about Kalona. I'd relaxed in his arms. I hadn't been reliving one of A-ya's memories, or even under her influence, but I'd let myself go when he touched me, and the result had been as terrifying as it was revealing. It had felt right to be with him--so right that I'd mistaken him for my oath-bound Warrior! And it hadn't seemed like a dream. I'd been too awake; too close to full consciousness. Kalona's last visit had shaken me to my core. No matter how hard I try to fight against it, my soul recognizes him, I whispered to myself. And then, as if my eyes were jealous of the water already running down my face, I began to cry.

To find the dining room I followed my nose and my ears. All down the hallway leading to it, I could hear familiar voices laughing amid the clanking of plates and silverware and I wondered briefly if the nuns were really cool with what amounted to an invasion of teenage vampyres-to- be. I paused outside the wide, open-arched entry to the big room, checking out how the nuns were getting along with the kids. There were three rows of long tables. I'd expected the nuns to be clustered together, naturally segregating themselves from us, but they weren't. Sure, they tended to be sitting in twos and threes, but they were surrounded by fledglings--red and blue-- and everyone was chattering, which totally killed the ste reo typical image I had in my head of the nuns' dining room being a place of prayer and quiet (boring) reflection. So are you going to loiter or are you going to actually go in there? I turned to see Aphrodite and Darius standing behind me.

They were holding hands and looking very glowy and, as the Twins would say, happy-smappy. Merry meet, Zoey. Darius saluted me formally, but his smile gave his respectful gesture a warm, casual feel. I threw Aphrodite a see-someone-has-manners look before smiling at the warrior. Merry meet, Darius. You two look pleased with yourselves. You must have found someplace to get some sleep last night. I paused, glanced at Aphrodite again, and added, Sleep or whatnot. They assured me they slept. Sister Mary Angela emphasized the word as she joined us in the doorway. Aphrodite rolled her eyes at the nun, but didn't say anything. Darius explained to me that the fallen angel has been visiting your dreams, and that Stark seemed to be able to stop him, said the nun in her usual manner of getting right to the point. What'd Stark do? Heath skidded to a stop and gave me a giant hug, planting a kiss squarely on my lips. Do I need to kick his butt? Not likely you could, Stark said, joining us from inside the dining room. Unlike Heath, he didn't grab me, but his look was so warm and intimate that it seemed to touch me as thoroughly as Heath's hug.

And suddenly I was feeling very guy-claustrophobic. I mean, a buffet of boys sounds like a good idea in theory, but I was quickly finding out that, much like straight-leg designer jeans, it's only in theory that the idea is good. As if to reinforce my thoughts, Erik chose that instant to join us. Venus, the red fledgling who was Aphrodite's old roommate, was practically Velcroed to his side. Ugh. Just ugh. Hi everyone. Man, I'm starving! Erik said. He blazed the big, warm, movie star smile that I used to heart so much. Through my peripheral vision I could see Heath and Stark gawking at Erik and his Venus leech, who was definitely suckerfished to his side, which was when I remembered that neither of my other guys knew I'd dumped Erik. I stifled a sigh of pure irritation and instead of ignoring him with the icy attitude I'd have liked to throw his way, I planted my own fake smile on my face and beamed.