House of Night 09 - Destined

watch TV. I never got into the habit. I’ll have to read the True Blood books, too.”
    “Actually, they’re the Sookie Stackhouse books by a cool human author named Charlaine Harris.” I registered Lenobia’s look and hastily added, “Sorry, sorry, that’s really not your point. What’s your B?”
    “My B is back to your original question, there are a lot of things out there—in this world as well as the Otherworld.”
    I swallowed hard. “I know that. Especially the Otherworld part.”
    “That said, many cultures have evidence of shape-shifters in their legends and mythology. It only stands to reason that at least some of those stories are based on truth.”
    “I can’t figure out whether that’s good or bad,” I said.
    “I think the best we can hope for is that it’s like the rest of us—good or bad based on the individual. Which leads me to my next question. Along with campus gossip about Aurox and his ability to at least appear to be able to change form, word has it that you had a pretty strong reaction to him. Is that true?”
    I felt my cheeks getting hot. “Sadly, yes. I made a fool out of myself in front of most of the school. Again.”
    “Why? When you know better then anyone how dangerously manipulative Neferet can be, why would you confront her publicly like that?”
    “Because I’m a moron,” I said miserably.
    “No.” She smiled kindly. “You’re definitely not a moron, which is why I wanted to talk with you about this—alone. I think you should play down your reaction to Aurox, maybe even to your closest friends. Keep what you’re feeling to yourself. Put on your poker face.”
    “Poker face? Sorry, I only know how to play Candyland.”
    “It means to keep your reaction to what you’re seeing and how you feel about it secret from everyone watching you.”
    “Why?” She really had my attention now. It wasn’t like Lenobia (or any sane vampyre) to ask a fledgling to keep secrets.
    Her eyes met mine and I was struck anew by their unusual gray color. It was almost like she’d harnessed storm clouds within them.
    “I learned young that evil sometimes likes to be bragged about, even when it would be best if it kept a low profile. It has been my experience that Darkness’s true struggle isn’t against Light and the strength of love and truth and loyalty. I think evil’s greatest threat comes from its own pride and arrogance and greed. I’ve yet to see a bully who doesn’t gloat, or a thief who doesn’t brag. That’s why they get caught. Darkness could get a lot more of its destructive work accomplished if it was more, shall we say, circumspect. ”
    “But it’s in Darkness’s nature to brag and gloat, so Darkness understands it when someone calls attention to its actions and stuff,” I said, finally getting her point. “Which means when someone who is trying to fight for good stays quiet, and watches and waits for the right time to act, evil is thrown a curve ball.”
    “And caught unaware by the strength that comes from honesty and serenity and quiet determination,” Lenobia said.
    I drew a deep breath, looked around to make sure no one was lurking outside Persephone’s stall, and then spoke softly to Lenobia. “From the second I saw Aurox my seer stone got hot. The only two other times that’s happened has been when old magick has been present.” I hesitated, then admitted, “Last night I looked through the seer stone and saw something weird around Stark. It kinda freaked me out.”
    “What did Stark say about it?”
    “I, uh, haven’t told him.”
    “You haven’t? Why not?”
    “Well, first because I got distracted by him.” I hurried on, knowing that I was probably blushing. “And since then I don’t know why I haven’t said anything.” I thought about the almost-fight we’d had on the way to school. “No, wait, I do know why. Ever since the whole Otherworld thing things haven’t been the same between Stark and me. Some of that’s good—we’re really close most of the time. But some of it’s weird, too.”
    Lenobia nodded. “That’s understandable. An experience the magnitude of what the two of you went through should change the dynamics of a relationship. And glimpsing some old magick attached to Stark could simply be a remnant of his time in the Otherworld.” She smiled. “I imagine if you could look through the seer stone at yourself you might see—”
    “Oh, hell no! I don’t want to see anything hanging around