Hidden (House of Night Novels)

Her voice betrayed no feeling, but her hand lifted to stroke the inside of his wing.
    Kalona closed his mind to everything except sensation and moaned.
    She continued to stroke him. “How?” Neferet repeated the question and added, “Especially now that you serve another mistress.”
    He had expected her to know about his oath to Thanatos and he had an answer ready. “The only mistress I can truly serve is a Goddess, and if my Goddess would forgive me, I would do anything she asks of me.” Kalona had thought his continued play on words would be amusing. Neferet would believe he spoke of her, and actually he could be talking about any of the female deities. But the moment he said the words, the truth of Kalona’s statement rippled through his body, causing him to gasp and lurch away from the creature who stood before him. The games he had been playing with himself for eons ended with that one sentence. I was created to serve one Goddess and one Goddess only. Neferet embodied the opposite of everything Nyx represented. With his back to Neferet, Kalona buried his face in his hands. How could I have ever thought she, or any other woman, could supplant Nyx’s place in my heart? I have spent centuries as a broken shell of myself, attempting to fill what was missing within me through violence and lust and power. Nothing! Nothing has worked!
    He felt her hands on his shoulders. They were soft and warm and seemed to radiate kindness. Gently, ever so gently, she turned him, coaxing Kalona to face her. When he lifted his head his body went very still. Neferet had not followed him. She had not moved. She could not have touched him. Neferet had never touched him with such kindness.
    But Nyx had.
    Kalona’s face felt wet. Absently he brushed away the tears.
    “Hmmm…” Neferet was tapping one long, sharp fingernail against her chin, studying him from across the balcony, showing no sign that Nyx had just been present before him.
    Had he imagined his Goddess there? No! I remember her touch—her warmth—her kindness. Nyx had been there. Kalona willed himself to believe it.
    “Kalona, I cannot say that I am unmoved by your supplication. You seem to finally be learning how to speak to a real goddess. Perhaps I will forgive your betrayal and allow you to love me again. Under one condition.”
    “Anything.” Kalona spoke the word to his invisible Goddess, hoping that she was still present, still listening.
    “This time you will have to bring me Zoey Redbird. Though I don’t want her killed, at least not yet. I’ve decided tormenting her would be far more amusing.” Neferet walked slowly to Kalona and let her fingernails scrape across his chest, breaking his skin and drawing thin lines of scarlet. Neferet turned her hand so that his blood dripped down her fingers and into her palm. Cupping the blood in her hand, she leaned forward, licking his chest and closing the wounds. Smiling, Neferet continued past him. “I had forgotten how delicious you taste. Follow me and we shall see if the rest of you is still as pleasing.”
    Feeling utterly numb, Kalona did not move. In the wake of Nyx’s touch, he had forgotten Sylvia Redbird. He wanted nothing except his Goddess.
    I cannot bear Neferet’s touch. I cannot, even in pretense, open myself to a perversion of Nyx ever again.
    It was the croaking of a raven that returned his focus. He glanced behind him. The sun had risen fully, silhouetting the bird perched on the edge of the stone balustrade. It watched him with knowing eyes.
    Rephaim? Kalona mentally shook himself. I swore not to disappoint Thanatos or Nyx, and I will not disappoint my son, either. Yet I cannot bear the touch of this twisted version of my Goddess.
    Kalona couldn’t move. He was confused. His mind was a battlefield; his thoughts enemies of themselves.
    “What is wrong with you?” Neferet was standing just inside the shattered glass door to her penthouse. Her eyes were narrowed with suspicion. She lifted her hand. Her palm was still cupped—still holding his blood.
    “Come, a few of you. Feed. I may need you to show Kalona how very much I have changed. I no longer tolerate disobedience.”
    Kalona watched the snake-like tendrils of Darkness slither from a corner of the main room. They engulfed Neferet’s hand, appearing to absorb it as well as his blood. Kalona knew the tendrils must be causing her pain. They pulsed and writhed as they fed, but Neferet stroked them with her other hand, almost