Hidden: House of Night: Book 10

activating the video camera. She smiled coolly at the six somber High Priestesses seated on their carved marble thrones. “I have been expecting your call.”
    Duantia, the senior member of the Vampyre High Council, spoke first. Neferet thought she sounded very,
very
old. There certainly seemed to be more silver than brown in her long, thick hair, and Neferet was sure she could see bags under her dark eyes. “You were summoned to appear before us, yet there you are in Tulsa, and here we are in Venice. What has delayed you?”
    “I am busy.” Neferet pitched her voice to sound more amused than annoyed. Or afraid. She must never allow them to believe she feared them, or anyone, at all. “It is not convenient to make a trip to Italy at this time.”
    “Then you force us to pass judgment over you in
absente reo
.”
    Neferet scoffed. “Save your Latin for vampyres too old to live in the present.”
    Duantia continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Our sister High Priestess, and the seventh member of this Council, Thanatos, has produced irrefutable evidence though a reveal ritual witness by High Priestess Zoey Redbird, her—”
    “That insolent child isn’t a High Priestess!”
    “You will not interrupt me!”
Even through the Internet, thousands of miles away, Duantia’s power was palpable. It was only with a supreme effort that Neferet didn’t cringe from the computer screen.
    “Say whatyou must. I will not interrupt again,” Neferet said emotionlessly.
    “The reveal ritual over which Thanatos presided was witnessed by the young High Priestess, Zoey Redbird; her circle, each member of which has been gifted by Nyx with an elemental affinity; as well as several Sons of Erebus Warriors. During this ritual the earth gave record that you murdered a human, sacrificing her to the white bull of Darkness, who appears to be your Consort.”
    Neferet watched the High Council members shift nervously, as if just hearing the word Consort associated with the white bull was difficult for them to bear. That pleased her. Very shortly the High Council would have to bear more than simple words.
    “Neferet, what do you say in your defense?” Duantia concluded.
    Neferet drew herself up to her full height. She felt the threads of Darkness rustle around her, lapping at her ankles and slithering around her calves. “I need no defense. Killing the human was not an act of murder. It was a sacred sacrifice.”
    “You dare call Darkness sacred?” the Council member named Alitheia shouted.
    “Alitheia, or Truth, as we would say in a language that isn’t dead, I will impart a little of your own to you. The
truth
is that I am immortal. In a little over a hundred years I have attained more power than all of you in all of your centuries have managed to acquire. The
truth
is that in another hundred years, most of you will be dust, and I will still be young, powerful, beautiful, and a goddess. If I choose to sacrifice a human, no matter for what purpose, it is sacred and not sin!”
    “Neferet, is Darkness your Consort?” Duantia’s question shot through the silence following Neferet’s shout.
    “Conjure the white bull and ask Darkness yourself. But only if you dare,” Neferet sneered.
    “High Council, what is your judgment?” Duantia asked. She held Neferet’s gaze as each of the High Council members stood and, one at a time, pronounced the same word, over and over, “Shunned!”
    Duantia stoodlast. “Shunned!” she said firmly. “From this day forth, you will no longer be recognized as a High Priestess of Nyx. You will no longer be recognized as a vampyre at all. Henceforth you are dead to us.” As one, the High Council members turned their backs to Neferet, and then the screen bleeped the
CALL ENDED
sound and the picture went blank.
    Neferet stared at the black screen. She was breathing heavily, trying to control the tumult within her. The High Council had shunned her!
    “Horrid old crones!” she ranted. Too soon! Neferet had, of course, intended to break with the High Council, but not before she had divided them and set them at each other’s throats so that they would be too busy with the destruction happening within to meddle in the world she was fashioning outside their cozy little island. “I almost accomplished it before—when Kalona was posing as Erebus at my side. But Zoey ruined that by forcing me to reveal him as a fraud.” Unable to quiet her frustration, Neferet stalked from the room, her stiletto