Hidden: House of Night: Book 10

ago, his life would be much less interesting.”
    “I’d known Dragon Lankford for fifty years,” Stephen said. “I’d never seen him bested by any other Warrior, but Anastasia could stop him with a single look.”
    “It is good that they are together,” Darius said.
    “He lost himself without her,” Westin said.
    “Something I can well understand.” Darius lifted Aphrodite’s hand, kissing it gently.
    “You truly did see them re unite?”
    “Yes.” Darius, Aphrodite, and Shaunee spoke together.
    “He’s happy again,” Shaunee said.
    “She died first, but she waited for him,” Aphrodite said. She was smiling at Darius, but Shaunee could see tears in her eyes.
    “She died a Warrior’s death,” Westin said.
    “As did Dragon,” Darius said.
    “We need toremember this tonight,” Shaunee said. “Remember their joy and their oath and that they still have love.”
    “Always love,” Darius said softly, touching Aphrodite’s cheek.
    “Always love,” she echoed. Then she raised a blond brow. “If you’re not too tired, that is.”
    “Ha! So Anastasia was right! We were picking on poor, young Darius.” Stephen and the other Warriors laughed and Darius sputtered while Aphrodite teased.
    Shaunee backed away from the growing pyre and the group that surrounded it.
Fire, warm this small spark of joy that Aphrodite managed to ignite within them. Help the Warriors to remember that Dragon and Anastasia are together and happy.
She felt the warmth of her element rush from around her and circle the group, invisible to the eye, and almost undetectable to anyone who didn’t have an affinity for fire. But it helped.
She
had helped. Shaunee really believed it.
    Feeling slightly less awful, she wandered away. Shaunee knew she needed to go to the stables, but that didn’t mean she was eager to face the destruction that her element had caused.
I wasn’t wielding it, though,
she reminded herself. Still, she meandered, taking a circuitous route and heading toward the courtyard that had the pretty fountain in it. From there she’d walk the back way, by the parking lot, that led more directly to the field house than to the stables.
    Shaunee heard water before she heard Erin’s voice.
    She hadn’t meant to be all creeper-like and lurky. She’d only moved quietly into the shadows around the courtyard because she hadn’t wanted a scene with Erin—not because she was spying on her.
    Then she heard the other voice. Shaunee didn’t recognize who it was at first. He wasn’t talking loud enough. She only recognized Erin’s flirty giggle. Shaunee was trying to decide if curiosity was the same as nosiness when his voice got louder and she realized the guy Erin was aiming her flirty giggle at was Dallas!
    Feeling sick to her stomach, Shaunee moved closer.
    “Yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’. I can’t get you off my mind, girl. You know what water and electricity make when they come together, don’t you?”
    Shaunee stayedcompletely still, waiting for Erin to call him a douche bag and tell him to run back to nasty Nicole where he belonged; instead her stomach dropped as she heard Erin’s flirty answer, “Lightning—that’s what electricity and water make. Sounds hot to me.”
    “That’s because it
is
hot.
You
are hot. You’re like a sauna, girl—or a steam bath I’d like to soak in.”
    Shaunee had to press her lips together in a tight line to keep from yelling
eew
and calling Dallas a douche herself. Erin would. No way would she want anything to do with Dallas. He was a total asshole. He hated Stevie Rae and Zoey! Stevie Rae had said he’d tried to kill her! Erin was just setting him up to smack him down and put him in his place.
    Shaunee waited for it. Nothing. She heard nothing. Walking quietly, Shaunee moved even closer. Erin was probably gone. She’d probably rolled her eyes and walked away and not even bothered with telling Dallas to get lost.
    Shaunee was wrong. Real wrong.
    Erin had backed up against the fountain. Water was flowing all over her. Her hair, her clothes, her body. Dallas was staring at her like he was starving and she was a T-bone steak dinner. Erin lifted her arms over her head, making her boobs press against her soggy shirt, which was white and wet and now totally see-through.
    “How’s this for a wet T-shirt contest?” Her voice was all sexy and she shimmied a little, making her boobs bounce.
    “You win. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, girl.”
    “I can