Tempted (House of Night #6)(89)

He studied the park as he walked, realizing the hedges created some kind of circular, interwoven pattern. He decided it must be one of those old mazes--a labyrinth, he finally remembered from the Greek mythology story about the Minotaur on the island of some rich king, whose name there was no way he could remember. Damn, he hadn't realized how dark it was until he'd gotten away from the lights of the palace. It was quiet out here, too. So quiet he could hear the lapping of the waves just on the other side of the wall. Heath wondered if he should yell out for Stark, but decided, nah, like Zo, he didn't mind a little time to himself. All this vamp stuff was a lot to take in, and it was normal that he needed time to process. Not that he couldn't deal with Stark and the other vamps. Hell, he kinda liked some of the vamps-- and fledglings, too. If it came right down to it, he actually thought Stark was an okay guy. It was just Kalona who was f**king things up. Then, as if his thoughts had drawn the immortal to him, Heath heard Kalona's voice drifting through the empty night, and he slowed down, careful not to crunch any loose stones on the path. It goes exactly as planned, Kalona was saying. I hate the subterfuge! I cannot bear that you pretend to be something you are not for her.

Heath recognized Neferet's voice and he inched forward. Keeping to the deepest of the shadows, he hugged the wall, being absolutely silent. The voices were coming from the park area, ahead and to his right, and as he moved forward, there was a break in the hedge, obviously an exit, and within the labyrinth Kalona and Neferet came into view. They were standing by a fountain. Heath breathed a shallow sigh of relief. The sound of the cascading water must have been what masked his footsteps. Pressing himself against the cold stone wall, he watched and listened. You call it pretense. I call it another point of view, Kalona said. Which is why you can lie to her and still seem to be telling the truth, Neferet snapped the words at him. Kalona shrugged. Zoey wants truth--so it is truth that I give her. Selectively, Neferet said. Of course. But do all mortals, vampyre, human, or fledgling, not select their own truths? Mortals. You say that as if you are so far removed from us. I am immortal, which makes me different. Even from you, though your Tsi Sgili powers are transforming you into something that is close to immortal. Yes, but Zoey isn't anything close to immortal. I still believe we should kill her. You are a bloodthirsty creature. Kalona laughed. What would you do, cut off her head and impale her as you did the other two who got in your way? Don't be ridiculous.

I wouldn't kill her the same way I did them. It would be too obvious. She could simply meet with an unfortunate accident when she visits Venice in the next day or so. Heath's heart was pounding so loud he was sure they'd be able to hear him. Neferet had killed Zoey's two professors! And Kalona knew about it and thought it was funny. No way would Zo believe there was any good in him after she heard about this. No, Kalona was saying, We will not have to kill Zoey. Soon she will come to me willingly; I've planted the seeds for that. All I need do is wait for them to bloom, and then her powers, which are vast even though she is mortal, will be at my disposal. Our disposal, Neferet corrected him. One of Kalona's dark wings swept forward, stroking the side of Neferet's body and causing her to sway toward him. Of course, my Queen, he murmured before he kissed her. Heath felt like he was watching  p**n , but he was trapped there. He couldn't move. He probably needed to stay until they were actually doing it, and then he could slip away, go to Zoey, and tell her everything he'd overheard. But Neferet surprised him by pulling away from Kalona. No. You can't make love to Zoey in her dreams, and then again with your eyes in front of everyone, and expect me to open my body to you.

I won't be yours tonight. She is too much between us. Neferet backed away from Kalona. Even Heath was captured by her beauty. Her thick auburn hair was wild around her. The silky stuff that wrapped around her body looked like a second skin, and her boobs were almost totally exposed as she breathed hard and fast. I know I am not immortal, nor am I Zoey Redbird, but my powers, too, are vast, and you should remember I killed the last male who tried to claim me and her. Neferet whirled around. With a wave of her hand she parted the hedge in front of her and stepped through it, leaving Kalona standing alone and staring after her in the dim clearing. Heath was getting ready to back slowly away when Kalona's head turned and his amber eyes went straight to where he was standing. So, little human, you now have a story to tell my Zoey, he said. Heath looked into the immortal's eyes and he knew two things beyond any doubt. One was that this creature was going to kill him. The second was that somehow he had to show Zoey the truth before he died. Heath didn't flinch under the creature's stare.

Instead he used all the strength of will he'd learned to harness so well on a different kind of battlefield--a football field--and he channeled it through the blood bond of their Imprint, trying to find the element Zoey had the strongest affinity with--spirit. His heart and soul shouted into the night: Spirit, come to me! Help take my message to Zo! Tell her she has to find me! Meanwhile his voice calmly told Kalona, She's not your Zoey. Ah, but she is, Kalona said. Zo! Come to me! Heath's soul cried. Nah, you don't know my girl. Your girl's soul belongs to me and I will not allow Neferet or you or anyone to change that. Kalona began walking toward Heath. Zo! It's you and me, babe! Come to me! What is that expression the vampyres use? Kalona said. I believe it is curiosity killed the cat.' It seems particularly applicable to this situation.

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