House of Night 09 - Destined

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    At my side, Stark moved restlessly closer to me.
    At Dallas’s side, Aurox, who I’d been trying not to look at, moved restlessly closer to me.
    “Yeah, like you said. We’ve met,” Dallas said.
    “We have.” Rephaim’s voice was as hard and cold as Dallas’s, and it reminded me that I shouldn’t underestimate him just because he smiled so sweetly at Stevie Rae.
    “While I have you all together, let me be very clear about something,” Neferet said, and our eyes turned to her. She looked so darn normal! Beautiful and regal and she sounded so darn reasonable that for a moment I felt a great sadness at the loss of who she could have been. “There has been unpleasantness between us in the recent past. That is over now. I will have no strife here, be you fledgling or vampyre, red or blue.”
    “Unpleasantness?” Stevie Rae’s voice was incredulous. “They tried to kill me and Zoey!”
    “Zoey did kill some of us!” Dallas shouted, and I was sure I heard the hum of electricity in the lines above our heads that fed the school.
    “Wait, I didn’t want to. Nichole and Kurtis and those guys attacked me and—”
    “Enough!” Neferet’s command held a frightening power that pulsed around us seeming to leach even the silver light of the risen moon. “I said the past is over. Stevie Rae and Zoey, if you cannot control yourselves then you will be expelled from this school. Dallas, the same goes for you. Aurox and the Sons of Erebus Warriors will be patrolling the halls and classrooms. If any violence breaks out they will end it. Immediately. Do I make myself clear?” No one spoke a word. Neferet’s smile was cold. “Good. Now, get to class.” She whirled around and, with that strange, gliding walk Neferet headed back to the main campus building and the classroom waiting there.
    “There’s Darkness all around her,” Stark said in a voice that was low, but not low enough.
    “She’s totally engulfed by it,” Rephaim said.
    “Absolutely,” Stevie Rae said. Then she looked at Dragon and the other Warriors. “Don’t y’all not see it? It’s like sticky spiderwebs.” She jerked her thumb at Dallas and the other red fledglings. “I’ll bet they can see it.”
    “Don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Dallas said.
    “Do you still have imaginary tea parties in the basement with your dollies?” Nichole asked sarcastically.
    Dallas and his red fledglings laughed.
    “Dallas, Neferet wants you to report to the media center. They’ve been having computer problems and she needs your help to straighten things out,” Dragon said, stepping up to stand between our two groups. The Sons of Erebus Warriors joined him, as did Aurox. “Shaylin, this is your class schedule. Stevie Rae can guide you around today.” He handed the new fledgling a piece of paper. “Stark, Darius,” Dragon continued. “Get to the stable and begin setting up for your classes. The rest of you do as the High Priestess ordered. First hour begins shortly.”
    “Whatever the High Priestess wants sounds good to me,” Dallas said, and brushed past Rephaim with a sneer.
    I watched Rephaim hold his ground. He didn’t look pissed off and all Crazy Boy, like he wanted to punch a locker or anything like that, but he did look solid and strong, and he stayed protectively close to Stevie Rae.
    “Let’s go to class and try to ignore those idiots,” I said, taking Stark’s hand.
    “They do not want to be ignored,” Rephaim said as we walked slowly to the main campus. “They’re here to cause problems.”
    “Stirring the shit pot,” Stevie Rae said, and for some reason that made her and Rephaim smile.
    Rephaim looked so totally teenage-human-boy-grinning-at-his-girlfriend that I had to remind myself he wasn’t exactly what he appeared to be. I needed to remember that I’d seen Raven Mockers fight, and I knew that they were mean and dangerous, so I was wondering about him, whether him actually fighting Dallas, if it came to that, would call alive an edge of Darkness within him, when I saw the change come over his expression. One second he was smiling at Stevie Rae, and the next his face had gone still, as if he could hear a sound no one else could. Then I blinked and he seemed normal again.
    “Hey, do I really get to ride horses sixth hour?” Shaylin asked, reading her schedule while she tried to keep up with us.
    “If it says Equestrian Studies you do,” Stevie Rae said. “See ya at