Burned

into the dark land surrounding him, hoping beyond words that he could glimpse the raven blackness of his father’s wings.
    The ghost child made a shocked squeak, cringed away from him, and disappeared.
    Rephaim gave her absolutely no thought. He was too busy being barraged with knowledge and emotions.
    First came knowledge. He knew almost immediately that it wasn’t his father he’d sensed. Yes, Kalona was powerful, and he had long allied himself with Darkness, but the disturbance this immortal was making in the world was different; it was far more powerful. Rephaim could sense it in the excited response of the dark hidden things of the earth, sprites that this modern world of man-made light and electronic magick had forgotten. But Rephaim had not forgotten them, and from the deepest of the night’s shadows, he saw ripples and quivers, and was baffled by their reaction.
    What could be powerful enough to arouse the hidden sprites?
    Then Stevie Rae’s fear hit him. It was the rawness of her complete terror coupled with the excitement of the sprites, and that instant of initial familiarity, that provided Rephaim with his answer.
    “By all the gods, Darkness itself has entered this realm!” Rephaim was moving before he’d made a conscious decision to do so. He burst out of the front doors of the dilapidated mansion, knocking them aside with his uninjured arm as if they were made of cardboard, only to come to a halt on the wide front porch.
    He had no idea of where he should go.
    Another wave of terror engulfed him. Experiencing it with her, Rephaim knew Stevie Rae was paralyzed by her fear. A horrible thought filled his mind:
Had Stevie Rae conjured Darkness? How could she? Why would she?
    The answer to the most important of the three questions came as quickly as he thought it. Stevie Rae would do almost anything if she believed it would bring Zoey back.
    Rephaim’s heart thundered, and his blood pumped hard and fast through his body. Where was she? The House of Night?
    No, surely not. Were she to set about conjuring Darkness, it wouldn’t be at a school devoted to Light.
    “Why didn’t you come to me?” he shouted his frustration into the night. “I know Darkness; you do not!”
    But even as he spoke, he admitted to himself that he was wrong. Stevie Rae had been touched by Darkness when she had died. He hadn’t known her then, but he’d known Stark and had witnessed for himself the Darkness that surrounded the death and resurrection of a fledgling.
    “She chose Light, though.” He spoke softly this time. “And Light always underestimates the viciousness of Darkness.”
    The fact that I live is an example of that.
    Stevie Rae needed him tonight, badly. That was also a fact.
    “Stevie Rae, where are you?” Rephaim muttered.
    Only the restless stirrings of the sprites answered him.
    Could he coax a sprite into leading him to Darkness? No—he discarded the idea quickly. Sprites would go to Darkness if it called them. Other than that, they much preferred to feed off vestiges of power from afar. And he couldn’t afford to wait around hoping Darkness would call them. He needed to figure out—
    “REPHAIM!”
    Stevie Rae’s scream echoed eerily around him. Her voice was filled with pain and despair. The sound of it sliced through his heart. He knew his eyes blazed red. He wanted to rip and tear and destroy. The haze of scarlet rage that began to overwhelm him was a seductive escape. If he gave into anger completely, he would, indeed, become more beast than man, and this unusual, uncomfortable fear he had begun to feel for her would be drowned out by instinct and mindless violence, which he could appease by attacking the helpless humans in any of the dark houses surrounding the lifeless museum. For a while he would be sated. For a while he would not feel.
    And why not give in to the rage that had so often consumed his life? It would be easier—it was familiar—it was safe.
    If I give in to rage, it will be the end of this connection I have with her.
The thought sent ripples of shock through his body. The ripples turned to bright specks of light that seared the red haze that shrouded his sight.
    “No!” he cried, letting the humanity of his voice beat back the beast within him. “If I abandon her to Darkness, she dies.” Rephaim drew long, slow breaths. He had to calm down. He had to think. The red haze continued to dissipate, and his mind began to reason again.
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