Hidden: House of Night: Book 10

least I think the boy I see at this moment could not kill her.”
    Aurox felthis shoulders slump. “But only you believe that. No one else will.”
    “Well,
tsu-ka-nv-s-di-na
, I am the only person here with you at this moment. Is my belief not enough?”
    Aurox wiped his face again and stood, a little unsteadily. Then he took her delicate hand very carefully in his. “Sylvia Redbird, your belief is enough at this moment.”
    She squeezed his hand, smiled, and said, “Call me Grandma.”
    “What is it you call me, Grandma?”
    She smiled. “
Tsu-ka-nv-s-di-na
is my people’s word for bull.”
    He felt hot and then cold. “The beast I become is more terrible than a bull.”
    “Then perhaps naming you
tsu-ka-nv-s-di-na
will take some of the horror from what sleeps within you. There is power in the naming of something, child.”
    “
Tsu-ka-nv-s-di-na
. I will remember that,” Aurox said.
    Still feeling shaky, he walked with the magickal old woman to the little farm house that rested between sleeping lavender fields. It was made of stone and had an invitingly wide porch. Grandma led him to a deep leather couch and gave him a hand-woven blanket to wrap around his shoulders. Then she said, “I would ask you to rest your spirit.” Aurox did as she asked while Grandma sang a song softly to herself, built a hearth fire, boiled water for tea, then retrieved and gifted him with a sweatshirt and soft leather shoes from another room. After the room was warm and her song was finished, Grandma motioned for him to join her at a small wooden table, offering him food from a purple plate.
    Aurox sipped the honey-sweetened tea and ate from the plate. “Th-thank you, Grandma,” he said haltingly. “The food is good. The drink is good.
Everything
here is so good.”
    “The tea is chamomile and hyssop. I use it to help me be calm and focused. The cookies are my own recipe—chocolate chip with a hint of lavender. I’ve always believed chocolate and lavender are good for the soul.” Grandma smiled and bit into a cookie. They ate in silence.
    Aurox had never felt so content. He knew it couldn’t be, but somehow he had a sense of belonging here with this woman. It was that odd but wonderful sense of belonging that allowed him to begin speaking to her from his heart.
    “Neferet commandedme here last night. I was to disrupt the ritual.”
    Grandma nodded. Her expression was not surprised but contemplative. “She wouldn’t have wanted to be revealed as my daughter’s murderer.”
    Aurox studied her. “Your daughter was murdered. You witnessed the record of it last night, yet you are serene and joyful today. Where do you find such peace?”
    “From within,” she said. “It also comes from the belief that there is more at work here than what we can see—what we can prove. For instance, at the very least I should fear you. Some would say I should hate you.”
    “Many would say that.”
    “Yet I neither fear nor hate you.”
    “You—you are comforting me. Giving me sanctuary. Why, Grandma?” Aurox asked.
    “Because I believe in the power of love. I believe in choosing Light over Darkness—happiness over hatred—trust over skepticism,” Grandma said.
    “Then it is not me at all. It is simply that you are a good person,” he said.
    “I don’t think being a good person is ever very simple, do you?” she said.
    “I do not know. I have never tried to be a good person.” He ran a hand through his thick blond hair in frustration.
    Grandma’s eyes wrinkled with her smile. “Have you not? Last night you were commanded by a powerful immortal to stop a ritual, and yet, miraculously, the ritual was completed. How did that happen, Aurox?”
    “No one will believe the truth about that,” he said.
    “I will,” Grandma said. “Tell me, child.”
    “I came here to follow Neferet’s command—to kill Rephaim and distract Stevie Rae so that the circle would break and the ritual would not succeed, but I could not do it. I could not break something that was so filled with Light, so
good
,” he spoke in a rush, wanting to get the truth out before Grandma stopped him, shunned him. “Then Darkness took possession of me. I did not want to change! I did not want the bull creature to emerge! But I could not control it, and once it was present, it only remembered its last command: kill Rephaim. It was only the washing of the elements and the touch of Light that halted the beast long enough for me to regain some control to