Burned

who, in two lifetimes, had reminded him of his lost Goddess and truly made him
feel
.
    Instead, he concentrated on the boy. Heath was the key. It was his death that had caused her soul to shatter, and it was guilt over his death that kept her from being whole again.
Foolish human! Does he not know only he can assuage her guilt and allow the healing of her soul?
    No, of course he didn’t. He was only a boy, and not a very insightful one at that. He’d have to be led to the realization.
    But the boy was in the grove, and Kalona was denied entrance there. So Kalona hovered and observed, and when the boy’s anger spilled over to rage and blood, he used that sliver of base emotion to whisper to him, guide him, send him on his way.
    Nearly content, Kalona withdrew to the edge of the grove to wait. The boy would help Zoey mend her soul, but she wouldn’t leave him—not if he was the vehicle through which she was made whole again. So it was only a matter of time, and a very little amount of time at that, before her earthly body perished without her spirit.
    Then he could return to his own body, and his oath to Neferet would be fulfilled.
Then,
Kalona thought grimly,
I will be sure the Tsi Sgili never gains control over me.
    Smug in his rationalizations and internal deception, the immortal didn’t see Stark enter the grove, so he didn’t witness Zoey’s world turning upside down again.
    Stark
    Stark watched Heath step through the curtain from one realm to the next. For a moment, he couldn’t make himself move, not even to go to Zoey.
    He’d been right. Heath was braver than he was. Stark bowed his head, and whispered, “Be with Heath, Nyx, and somehow let him findZoey again in this lifetime.” Stark’s lips curled up, and he added, “Even if it will cause me a pretty big pain in the ass later on.”
    Then Stark lifted his chin, wiped his eyes, and left the concealing rock, going quickly and silently to Zoey.
    She looked scary bad. Her matted hair lifted in a strange breeze that seemed to whisper around her as she paced, as if moving in time to a ghostly wind. Just before she saw Stark, she raised her hand to brush back some of it from her face, and he saw that her hand and even her arm suddenly looked transparent.
    She was literally fading away.
    “Zoey, hey, it’s me.”
    The sound of his voice acted on her like an electric shock. Her body jerked, and Zoey whirled around to face him. “Heath!”
    “No. It’s Stark. I-I’m sorry about Heath,” he blurted, feeling stupid but not knowing what else to say.
    “He’s gone.” She looked blankly at the place Heath had stood before he disappeared, and then her pacing took her around the circle again, and her anguished gaze moved to Stark’s face.
    He knew when she recognized him because she staggered to a stop, wrapping her arms around herself as if in protection from a blow.
    “Stark!” She shook her head from side to side, over and over. “No, not you, too!”
    He knew what she must be thinking and went to her instantly, pulling her stiff, cold body into his arms and holding her close. “I’m not dead.” He said the words slowly and carefully, looking into her face. “Do you understand, Zoey? I’m here, but my body is just fine. It’s back in the real world with yours. Neither one of us is dead.”
    For a moment she almost smiled. She did, briefly, step fully into his embrace and allow him to hold her.
    “I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured.
    She pulled away from him, studying his face carefully. “You’re my Warrior.”
    “Yeah. I’m your Warrior. I’ll always be your Warrior.”
    With a small sigh, she started pacing her circular path again. “Always is done now.”
    He kept pace with her, not sure how to reach this strange, ghostlike version of his Zoey. He remembered that Heath had talked to her pretty much like he normally did, so ignoring her confusing words and the fact that she couldn’t stop moving, he took her hand, acting like they were just walking through the grove together. “This is a pretty cool place.”
    “It’s supposed to be peaceful.”
    “I think it is.”
    “No. Not for me. Nothing will ever be peaceful for me again. I lost that part of me.”
    He squeezed her hand. “That’s why I’m here. I’m going to protect you so that you can pull the pieces of your soul together, and then we’ll go home.”
    She didn’t even glance at him. “I can’t. Go back without me. I have to stay here and wait for