Awakened

any such attachment.”
    Carefully, Rephaim remained silent.
    “The more I think on it, the more I like the idea. Neferet gains power if we use the Red One, and Zoey loses someone close to her. Yes, that pleases me. Very much.”
    Rephaim was trying to sift through the mixture of panic and fear and chaos in his mind and conjure a response that might distract Kalona from his pursuit of Stevie Rae when the air around them rippled and changed. Shadows within shadows appeared to quiver briefly but ecstatically. His questioning eyes went from the Darkness lurking in the corners of the rooftop, to his father.
    Kalona nodded and smiled grimly. “The Tsi Sgili has paid her debt to Darkness; she has sacrificed the life of an innocent who could not be tainted.”
    Rephaim’s blood pounded in his ears, and for an instant he was savagely, incredibly afraid for Stevie Rae. And then he realized No, it could not be Stevie Rae Neferet has sacrificed. Stevie Rae has been tainted by Darkness. For now, from this one threat, she is safe.
    “Who is it Neferet has killed?” Rephaim was so distracted by relief, he spoke the words without thinking.
    “What possible difference could it make to you who the Tsi Sgili sacrificed?”
    Rephaim’s mind refocused on the here and now swiftly. “I am simply curious.”
    “I feel a change in you, my son.”
    Rephaim met his father’s gaze steadily. “I came close to death, Father. It was a sobering experience. You must remember that I only share a measure of your immortality. The rest of me is human and, therefore, mortal.”
    Kalona nodded briefly in acknowledgment. “I do forget that you are weakened by the humanity within you.”
    “Mortality, not humanity. I am not humane,” he said bitterly.
    Kalona studied him. “How did you manage to survive your wounds?”
    Rephaim looked away from his father and answered as truthfully as possible. “I am not entirely sure how or even why I survived.” I will never understand why Stevie Rae saved me, his mind added silently. “Much of that time remains a blur for me.”
    “The how is not important. The why is obvious—you survived to serve me, as you have done your entire life.”
    “Yes, Father,” he said automatically. Then, to cover the hopelessness even he could hear in his voice, he added, “And in serving you I must tell you that you and I cannot remain here.”
    Kalona raised his brow questioningly. “What is it you are saying?”
    “This place,” his arm swept around them to take in Gilcrease grounds. “There are too many humans present since the ice has gone. We cannot stay here.” Rephaim drew a deep breath and continued. “Perhaps it would be wisest for you and me to leave Tulsa for a time.”
    “Of course we cannot leave Tulsa. I have already explained to you that I must distract the Tsi Sgili so that I can free myself from her bondage. That is best done here, using the Red One and her fledglings. But you are correct to note that this place is not adequate for us.”
    “Then would it not behoove us to leave the city until we can discover a better location?”
    “Why do you continue this insistence that we depart here when I have made it clear to you that we must remain?”
    Rephaim drew a deep breath and said only, “I grow weary of the city.”
    “Then draw on the reserves of strength you have within you as legacy from my blood!” Kalona commanded, clearly annoyed. “We remain in Tulsa for as long as it takes to achieve my objective. Neferet has already considered where I should stay. She demands that I am close, but she knows I must not be seen, at least not right away.” Kalona paused, grimacing in obvious anger at being so thoroughly controlled by the Tsi Sgili. “We will move, tonight, to the building Neferet has acquired. Soon we will begin hunting the red fledglings, and their High Priestess.” Kalona’s gaze shifted to his son’s wings. “You are able to fly again, are you not?”
    “I am, Father.”
    “Then, enough of this useless talk. Let us take to the sky and begin climbing toward our future, and our freedom.”
    The immortal spread his massive wings and leaped from the roof of the deserted Gilcrease Manor. Rephaim hesitated, trying to think—to breathe—to understand what he was going to do. From the corner of the rooftop an image flickered and the little blond spirit that had been haunting him since he’d arrived, broken and bleeding, manifested.
    “You can’t let your father hurt her.