Awakened

You know that, right?”
    “For the last time, begone, apparition,” Rephaim said as he unfurled his wings and prepared to follow his father.
    “You have to help Stevie Rae.”
    Rephaim rounded on her. “Why do I have to? I’m a monster—she can be nothing to me.”
    The child smiled. “Too late, she already means something to you. Plus there’s another reason you have to help her.”
    “Why?” Rephaim asked wearily.
    “Because you’re not all monster. You’re part boy and that means someday you’ll die. When you die, there’s only one thing you take with you into forever.”
    “And what is that?”
    Her grin was radiant. “Love, silly! You get to take love with you. So you see, you have to save her or you’ll regret it forever and ever.”
    Rephaim stared at the girl. “Thank you,” he said softly just before he vaulted into darkness.

CHAPTER EIGHT

    Stevie Rae

    “I think y’all should give Zoey a break. After what she’s been through she could use a vacation,” Stevie Rae said.
    “If that’s all it is,” Erik said.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Word is she isn’t planning on coming back. At all.”
    “That’s just plain silly.”
    “Have you talked to her?” Erik asked.
    “No, have you?” she countered.
    “No.”
    “Actually, Erik brings up a valid point,” Lenobia said. “No one has talked with Zoey. Jack said that she’s not returning. I’ve spoken with Aphrodite. She and Darius are, indeed, arriving soon. Zoey is not making or taking calls.”
    “Zoey is tired. Stark is still messed up. Isn’t that what Jack reported?” Stevie Rae said.
    “Yes,” Dragon Lankford said. “But the truth is, we have barely spoken to Zoey since her return from the Otherworld.”
    “Okay, seriously, why is this such a big deal? You’re acting like Z is some truant bad kid, and not a kick-ass High Priestess.”
    “Well, for one thing, it concerns us because she does have so much power. With power comes responsibility. You know that,” Lenobia said. “And then there is the issue of Neferet and Kalona.”
    “Here I must speak,” Professor Penthasilea said. “I am not the only one of us to have received the High Council’s most recent message. There is no Neferet and Kalona. Neferet has broken with her Consort since his spirit returned to his body and he regained consciousness. Neferet had him publically lashed, and then banished from her side, and from vampyre society for one century. Neferet spearheaded his punishment for the crime of killing the human boy. The High Council ruled that Kalona, and not Neferet, was responsible for the crime.”
    “Yes, we know that, but—,” Lenobia began.
    “What are y’all talkin’ about?” Stevie Rae interrupted, feeling like her head was going to explode.
    “Looks like we ain’t on the email list,” Kramisha said, looking every bit as freaked out as Stevie Rae.
    As the clock outside began to chime midnight, Neferet stepped from within the hidden door that was the High Priestess’s entrance to the Tulsa Council Chamber. She moved with purpose to the huge round table. Her voice was whip-like and full of confidence and command.
    “I see I have returned none too soon. Would someone please explain to me why we have begun allowing fledglings access to our Council Meetings?”
    “Kramisha is more than just a fledgling. She’s a Poet Laureate and a Prophetess. Add to that the fact that I’m a High Priestess and I’ve invited her—all that gives her the right to be in this Council Meeting.” Stevie Rae swallowed the sick fear that came with confronting Neferet and was incredibly relieved that her voice sounded steady when she finally freed the words from the back of her throat. “And why aren’t you in jail for Heath’s murder?”
    “Jail?” Neferet’s laughter was cruel. “What impudence! I am a High Priestess, one who has earned that title and not simply been given it by default.”
    “And yet you avoid the question of your culpability in the human’s murder,” Dragon said. “I, too, did not receive communication from the Vampyre High Council. I would like an explanation of your presence, and why you were not held responsible for the behavior of your Consort.”
    Stevie Rae expected Neferet to explode at Dragon’s questioning, but instead her expression softened and her green eyes filled with pity. Neferet’s voice was warm and understanding when she answered the Sword Master. “I imagine the High Council is