Hidden (House of Night Novels)

somethin’ for that!” Dallas bit her neck. Erin’s squeal turned into a throaty laugh.
    “And I won’t be saying yes-no, yes-no. I’ll just be saying yes-yes!” Erin sneered at Shaylin, grabbed Dallas’s hand, and they walked away, laughing sarcastically.
    Erik stared after them. “When did the two of them happen?”
    “Right after Erin and Shaunee un-happened,” Shaylin said. “And it’s as bad as Shaunee thought it might be.”
    Erik’s eyes widened. “You didn’t come here to get Aphrodite’s stuff, did you?”
    “Nope.”
    Understanding hit him. “Ah, shit! Erin’s changed sides, hasn’t she? And that means Dallas and his group will know everything Zoey’s group knows.”
    “Looks like it. I gotta go tell Z and Stevie Rae that Erin and Dallas really are together.” Shaylin hesitated, then she added, “Thanks for standing up for me. I know it wasn’t an easy thing for you to do.”
    “You really do think I’m a jerk, don’t you?”
    Shaylin didn’t respond right away. Instead she studied him as if she understood how important her answer would be to him. Finally she said, “I think you have the potential to become more turquoise green than pea green.”
    “And that’s a good thing?”
    She smiled. “Even better than being a misogynistic gynecologist.”
    He laughed. “Okay, good. Hey, can I walk you to the bus?”
    “No, not this time. But ask me again some time. For the record, when I say no I mean no, and when I say yes I mean yes.”
    “I pretty much already knew that about you,” he said.
    “Good, then next time you can wait until I say yes to kiss me. See ya later, Erik.”
    As Shaylin walked away Erik’s smile got bigger and bigger. It wasn’t his one hundred watt smile—that one was acting happy. This smile was better—it was feeling happy. And for the first time in a long time, Erik Night realized feeling was way better than acting.…

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
    Kalona
    “The clouds clear from the sky. I believe it is a good omen,” Kalona said. He spoke to the High Priestess of Death, who was standing before the busload of fledglings and vampyres who still had not left for their depot home.
    “Yeah, okay, we hear ya. We really gotta get our butts back to the depot,” Stevie Rae said. “But we all wish you good luck. I just know if Neferet has Grandma Redbird, you’re the right guy to get her back!” She smiled that innocent, joyful smile of hers at him, and his son waved in happy agreement, then the bus’s doors closed and Darius drove away.
    Zoey said nothing before they left. Nothing at all. She’d just sat on the bus while everyone else talked and collected their schoolbooks and finished loading the bus. But he could feel her eyes watching him. He felt her mistrust through them. He also felt her hope. I am her only chance at getting her grandmother back alive, Kalona thought as the school bus disappeared down Utica Street. She could have at least wished me luck.
    “Nyx, I ask that you watch over my Warrior, Kalona.”
    Hearing the Goddess’s name startled Kalona and he refocused on Thanatos. The High Priestess was standing before him, arms raised, face lifted to the pre-dawn sky.
    “He has chosen to bind himself to your path through me, your loyal High Priestess. He is my sword—my shield—my protector. And as I have been given dominion of this House of Night, Kalona has become its protector as well.”
    Thanatos’s voice was rich with power and as it brushed over Kalona’s skin, he trembled. She is invoking Nyx! And the Goddess is responding! He held his breath as she continued.
    “Thus, I beseech your aid, benevolent Goddess of Night. I ask that you strengthen him should he be weakened by Darkness and its trappings. Allow his choice to shine and, like moonlight through the grayness of mist, let his purpose part the shadows of that which might cloud his judgment and distract his intent. Do not let him fall prey to Darkness as long as his choice is for Light.”
    Kalona fisted his hands so that Thanatos would not see how they had begun to tremble.
    Nyx did not appear, but her listening presence was tangible. He could feel the sweet goodness that stirred the air in the wake of the Goddess. It had always been so. Wherever Nyx turned her immortal attention, there followed magick and Light, power and laughter, joy and love. Always love.
    Kalona bowed his head. How I have missed her!
    “Kalona, go with the blessing of Nyx!”
    The swirl of energy that