Hidden: House of Night: Book 10

feeding from him.
    Still, Aurox did not flinch but inside him, the beast roared, though the sound was drowned in a cool rush of water and blown away with a powerful gust of air.
    “That was the fault of Dragon Lankford. He was protecting Rephaim,” Aurox said, holding his body very still as Darkness continued to feed from him.
    Neferet shook her head in irritation. “Dragon shouldn’t have been there. I thought Anastasia’s death had broken him. Sadly, I was mistaken.” She sighed. “I still do not understand why you didn’t kill Rephaim
after
Dragon was dead.”
    “It was as I said, Priestess. The spell did something terrible to me. I was not myself. I had no control over the beast. After it gored the Sword Master I could not force it to remain and finish Rephaim. It ran, and I could not stop it. It was only todaythat I finally returned to my senses. The instant I was myself again I made my way back to you.”
    Neferet frowned. “Well, it isn’t as if you had much sense to return to. I suppose I must expect this type of thing. Imperfect sacrifice—cracked Vessel,” she muttered more to herself than to Aurox. “Well, it has not ended so badly,” Neferet spoke to him again. “You did put an end to Dragon Lankford’s annoyingly honorable life. You did not stop the reveal ritual, and because of that I have been shunned by the Vampyre High Council, but I have decided that I do not mind that so very much. Not when I have local humans and my own little group of vampyres to play with.” She leaned forward and offered Aurox her blood-spattered hand. “So, you are forgiven.”
    Aurox took her hand and bowed his head over it. “Thank you, Priestess.”
    The tendril that had been feeding from his neck detached its dark maw, dropped onto Neferet’s hand, and slithered up her arm to curl next to her bosom.
    “Actually, your return has given me a thought. Dragon Lankford was almost completely broken by his mate’s death. Pathetic, really, and weak, to allow someone to have that much control over your emotions. But, no matter. Dragon was mature and wise, yet still Anastasia’s death nearly destroyed him. Zoey Redbird is neither mature nor wise. When Kalona so stupidly killed her human, she shattered and I was almost rid of her.” Neferet tapped her blood-besmeared finger against her red lips. Her gaze went from him to the corner of the room where Sylvia Redbird hung in an ever-tightening cage of Darkness. “Sylvia, can you imagine how devastated your poor, sweet
u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya
will be when you die?”
    Grandma Redbird’s voice was weak and laced with pain, but she spoke with no hesitation. “Zoey is stronger than you know. You underestimate love. I believe that is because you have never allowed yourself to know it.”
    “I have never allowed it to control me as if I were a fool!” Neferet’s eyes flashed with anger.
    Aurox wanted to beg Grandma,
don’t antagonize her—be silent until I can free you!
    Grandma did not stay silent. “Accepting love does not make you a fool. It makes you human, and that is exactly what you are not, Tsi Sgili. You only glory in your victory over humanity because what you have become is a thing tainted, and absolutely unlovable.”
    Aurox could see that the old woman’s words profoundly affected Neferet. The Tsi Sgili stood and, with a smile that made her look reptilian, she commanded him, “Vessel, call the beast and kill Sylvia Redbird!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

    Aurox
    Though Aurox needed the commandto get close enough to Grandma Redbird to save her, the words made his stomach tense and his heartbeat speed. He stood and began moving toward the cage made of tendrils of Darkness.
    “Just break her neck. Don’t damage her body any more than my children already have. I want to be quite sure Zoey can identify her.”
    “Yes, Priestess,” Aurox said woodenly.
    He did not look at the terrible pool of congealing blood and broken turquoise that had gathered, staining the carpet beneath the cage. His gaze met Grandma Redbird’s. Aurox tried to tell her with that one look that she needn’t be afraid—that he would never hurt her. He mouthed two words to her, Run—Balcony.
    Grandma’s eyes never left his. She nodded and then said, “I will miss sunrise, lavender, and my
u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya,
but death holds no terrors for me.”
    Aurox was almost within reaching distance of the cage. He knew what he needed to do. The tendrils would open to him. Grandma would run. He