Hidden: House of Night: Book 10

Foolish to believe he could find himself here or do any good. Good? If anyone knew he was hiding at the school he would be attacked, imprisoned, possibly killed. Even though he was not here to do harm, it would not matter. He would absorb the rage of those who discovered him, and the beast would emerge. He would not be able to control it. The Sons of Erebus Warriors would surround him and end his miserable existence.
    I controlled it once before. I did not attack Zoey.
But would he even get an opportunity to try to explain that he meant no harm? Even have an instant to test his self-control and to prove he was more than the beast within him? Aurox resumed his pacing. No, his intent would not matter to anyone at the House of Night. All they would see would be the beast.
    Even Zoey? Wouldeven Zoey be against him?
    “Zoey shielded you from the Warriors. It was because of her protection that you were able to flee.”
Grandma Redbird’s voice soothed his turbulent thoughts. Zoey had shielded him. She’d believed that he could control the beast enough not to harm her. Her grandmother had offered him sanctuary. Zoey could not want him dead.
    The others would, though.
    Aurox didn’t blame them. He deserved death. Regardless of the fact that he had, recently, begun to feel, to long for a different life, a different choice, it did not change the past. He had committed violent, vile acts. He had done anything Priestess had commanded.
    Neferet …
    Even silent, an unspoken word in his mind, the name sent a shudder through his agitated body.
    The beast within him wanted to go to Priestess. The beast within him needed to serve her.
    “I am more than a beast.” The earth around him absorbed the words, muffling Aurox’s humanity. In despair, he grabbed a twisted root and began to pull himself up and out of the dirt pit.
    “That needs to be fixed.”
    The words drifted down to Aurox. His body froze. He recognized the voice—Rephaim. Grandma had told him the truth. The boy lived.
    Aurox’s invisible load lifted slightly.
    That was one death that did not need to be on his conscience.
    Aurox crouched, silently straining to hear to whom Rephaim spoke. He didn’t feel anger or violence. Surely if Rephaim had any idea whatsoever that Aurox was hidden so close, the boy would be filled with feelings of vengeance, would he not?
    Time seemed to pass slowly. The wind increased. Aurox could hear it whipping through the dry leaves of the broken tree above him. He caught words that floated with the cool air:
work … tree … Red One healed …
All in Rephaim’s voice, absent of malice, as if he just mused aloud. And then the breeze brought him the boy’s prayer:
“Goddess, I know you have forgiven me for my past, and for that I will always be grateful. But, could you, perhaps, teach me how to truly forgive myself?”
Aurox hardly breathed.
    Rephaim wasasking for his goddess’s help to forgive himself? Why?
    Aurox rubbed his throbbing head and thought hard. Priestess had rarely spoken to him, except to command him to execute an act of violence. But she had spoken around him, as if Aurox had not had the ability to hear her or to formulate thoughts of his own. What did he know about Rephaim? He was the immortal Kalona’s son. He was cursed to be a boy by night, a raven by day.
    Cursed?
    He had just heard Rephaim praying, and in that prayer he had acknowledged Nyx’s forgiveness. Surely a goddess would not curse and forgive with the same breath.
    Then with a little start of surprise, Aurox remembered the raven that had mocked him and made such a noise that it had caused Aurox to fall into this pit.
    Could that have been Rephaim? Aurox’s body tensed as he readied himself for the seemingly inevitable confrontation to come.
    “I give my word. I will return soon,”
Rephaim’s voice drifted down to Aurox. The boy was leaving, though temporarily. Aurox relaxed against the earthen wall. His body ached and his mind whirred.
    That he could not stay in the pit was obvious, but that was all that was obvious to Aurox.
    Had Rephaim’s goddess, the one who had forgiven him, also led him to Aurox’s pit? If so, was it to show Aurox redemption or revenge?
    Should he turn himself in, perhaps to Zoey, and take whatever consequences were meted out?
    What if the beast emerged again, and this time he could not control it at all?
    Should he flee?
    Should he go to Priestess and demand answers?
    “I know nothing,” he whispered to himself. “I