House of Night 09 - Destined

properties are unusually strong and pure. It is a flower of communication. When used in spellwork its nature is to reveal what is hidden to the conscious eye. During tonight’s ritual you, my young Red High Priestess, are going to wear a crown woven by your friends of this magickal flower.”
    “Ooooh! That’s super cool!”
    Thanatos handed the bundle of wildflowers to Stevie Rae. “Pass these out. The rest of you braid the plants you get together into a circle. Stevie Rae will stack the circles on her head before the ritual.”
    “Braid?” Stark muttered.
    Stevie Rae dropped a bunch of flowers in our laps. I raised my brows at Stark. “Yep,” I said. “Braid. Death orders it.”
    “Well, in that case…” He sighed and started to awkwardly braid the long stems together.
    While we all braided (even Rephaim, who actually seemed to have some kind of weird gift with knotwork and ended up doing a cool intricate braid and helping Stark with the mess he was working on) Thanatos walked up and down the aisle of the bus and talked to us. It was weirdly like being in a mobile classroom.
    “From the moment our feet touch the earth of our ritual site, we must concentrate on the intent of our spell. Try to wipe the rest of the world from your minds. Concentrate only on one small thing—that we be allowed to see the truth of Linda Heffer’s death.”
    “Murder,” I heard myself saying. “She didn’t just die. She was killed.” Thanatos turned and her gaze met mine. She nodded. “I stand corrected. We are seeking truth, and so we must speak the truth. Your mother did not die of old age or disease. She was murdered. We are asking to be allowed to witness it.”
    “Thanks,” I said, and then went back to braiding.
    “It is fortuitous that the murder took place on a lavender farm. Lavender is a powerful magick herb. It has cleansing properties, but at its purest lavender is the embodiment of tranquility. It calms and soothes. It evokes peace and tranquility.”
    “Why is that good? Z’s mom was killed in the middle of what amounts to a giant mound of lavender. Looks like its calming stuff didn’t work too well,” Aphrodite said.
    “An herb cannot force the actions of someone who is committed to their destructive path. Lavender could not have saved Zoey’s mother. But the fact that she was killed surrounded by land that nurtures lavender means that the earth itself is uneasy with the violence committed on a space intended for peace.”
    “And that’s good for us because…” I asked, feeling more than a little dense.
    “Because the land will want to be rid of the violence inflicted upon it. It should give the images over eagerly, if not easily.”
    “Why not easily?” Damien said.
    “Rituals and spells that deal with great emotion are never easy,” Thanatos said. “Death spells are particularly tricky. Death rarely cooperates, even when we just want to glimpse it versus embrace it fully.”
    “So when my momma used to say nothin’ good ever comes easy, she was tellin’ the truth,” Stevie Rae said.
    “She was,” Thanatos said. “So, let us continue to prepare. The spell will have three parts. The first will take place between here and the physical site of our ritual. It is known as the Releasing. In order for us to be successful tonight we must all be of one accord with our intent. Clear your minds. Concentrate.”
    “On death?” Stevie Rae asked.
    “No, on truth. Concentrate on our shared desire to seek and find the truth tonight.”
    “True Sight.”
    I didn’t realize I’d spoken the words out loud until Thanatos nodded and said, “Yes, indeed. True Sight is an excellent way to put it. Tonight we wish to see with true sight.”
    Thanatos moved to the back of the bus to check on Erin’s angelica braiding. I felt eyes on me and looked up from my own wildflower wreath to see Aphrodite and Stevie Rae staring at me.
    “Tonight, ‘seen with True Sight,’” Aphrodite quoted quietly. “‘Darkness does not always equate to evil. Light does not always bring good.’”
    “I told you we should have brought Kramisha,” Stevie Rae whispered.
    “I think we should have brought a damn tank,” Stark said.
    “ Clear your minds! ” I practically hissed the whisper, giving all of them a hard look. Then I went back to braiding.
    I tried to clear my mind.
    I tried to think about truth.
    But I was too young—too scared—too worried. So the truth I found myself concentrating on was simple,