Hidden: House of Night: Book 10

smile was luminous.
“Please, you no longer need to call me High Priestess. From here on I am simply Neferet.”
    Even through the video I could see the reporter blushing and smiling at her.
    “There have been rumors of a new kind of vampyre, one with red Marks. Can you substantiate that rumor?”
asked another reporter.
    “Sadly, I can. There is, indeed, a new type of vampyre—and fledgling. Those who are Marked in red are damaged in some way.”
    “Damaged? Can you give us an example?”
    “Certainly. The first that comes to mind is James Stark—a fledgling who came to us from Chicago after he accidentally caused his mentor’s death. He has become the first Warrior red vampyre.”
    I gasped.
    “Thatbitch is talking about your boyfriend!” Aphrodite said.
    “Just last night the school’s longtime Sword Master, Dragon Lankford, was killed. Gored to death by a bull. Lankford was in James Stark’s company when the accident”
—she emphasized the word, making it clear she didn’t believe it—
“happened.”
    “Are you saying this Stark vampyre is dangerous?”
    “I’m afraid he could be. Actually, many of the new fledglings and vampyres could be. After all, the new High Priestess of the Tulsa House of Night is Death.”
    “Can you give us more specifics about—”
    One of the suits stepped forward, cutting Neferet off.
“I, more than most, am highly concerned about these developments in the vampyre community. As many of you know, my beloved daughter, Aphrodite, was Marked almost four years ago. I understand all too well that vampyres do not like humans to meddle in their personal, political, or criminal affairs. They have long policed their own. But, let me assure you, and our local House of Night, that by Tulsa Council resolution, we will be creating a committee to look into vampyre-human relations. I’m afraid that is all the time we have for questions today.”
The man who stepped forward and spoke into Neferet’s microphone was Aphrodite’s dad—the mayor of Tulsa.
“I do have one more short announcement to make. Beginning immediately, Neferet has been added to the City Council committee under the title of Vampyre Liaison. Let me reiterate, Tulsa intends to partner with vampyres who wish to live peacefully with humans.”
When the reporters all started speaking at once, he raised one hand, smiled a little patronizingly (which weirdly reminded me of Aphrodite). “
Neferet will be authoring a weekly column in the
Tulsa World
’s
Scene
insert. For now that will be the forum through which she will answer your multitudes of questions. Keep in mind that we are at the very beginnings of a partnership here. We must move slowly and gently so as not to upset the delicate balance of vampyre-human relations.”
    I was watchingNeferet’s face instead of the mayor and I saw the way her eyes narrowed and the hardening of her expression. Then Mayor LaFont waved at the camera and the video shifted back to Chera Kimiko and the studio. Damien tapped the screen, and it went blank.
    “Oh, for shit’s sake! My father has lost what living with my mother had left of his mind,” Aphrodite said.
    “Hey, thought I heard someone call my name.” Stark walked into the room, running his fingers through his bed head and giving me his sexy, cocky, half smile.
    “Neferet just had a press conference and told everyone you’re a dangerous killer,” I heard myself telling him.
    “She did what?” He looked as shocked as I felt.
    “Yeah, and she did more than that,” Aphrodite said. “She got with my dad and has the city making her look all good-guy-like, and us all blood-sucker-like.”
    “Uh, newsflash of our own, Aphrodite,” Stevie Rae said. “
You’re
not a blood-sucker anymore.”
    “Oh, please. As if my parents know anything about me. I haven’t spoken to either one of them for months. I’m only their daughter when it’s convenient for them—like now.”
    “If it wasn’t so scary it’d be funny,” Shaylin said.
    “Neferet is making it look like
she
broke with the High Council and the school, versus being kicked out for killing my mom,” I explained to Stark.
    “She can’t do that,” Stark said. “The Vampyre High Council won’t let her do that.”
    “My dad is loving this,” Aphrodite said. I noticed she’d set the champagne aside and this time was refilling her glass with just orange juice. “For years he’s wanted to figure out how he could get in with vampyres. After they got