House of Night 09 - Destined

smell like piñon wood, and traveled down Cherry Street. By the time we were on Utica, and passing Twenty-first, I was completely distracted by worry about my mom and my grandma—and wondering if maybe Stark could be right to question what I thought had been my vision. I mean—I hadn’t heard from Grandma. What if it had all been a bad dream …
    “It’s always so pretty.” Damien’s voice drifted back from the front seat he’d automatically chosen as his own. “When you look at it from here, it’s so hard to believe that such horrible, heartbreaking things could happen there.”
    I heard the sob in his voice, squeezed Stark’s hand once before letting it go, and then lurched up the aisle to sit beside Damien.
    “Hey,” I said, sliding my arm through his. “You have to remember that wonderful, heartmaking things happen there, too. Don’t ever forget that’s where you met Jack and fell in love with him.”
    Damien stared at me and I thought he looked sad but really, really wise.
    “How are you doing without Heath?”
    “I miss him,” I said honestly. Then something made me add, “But I don’t want to be like Dragon, eaten up by sadness.”
    “Me, either,” Damien said softly. “Even though sometimes it’s hard not to be.”
    “It hasn’t been very long.”
    Clamping his lips tightly together, as if to keep himself from crying, he nodded his head.
    “You’ll get through this,” I said. “And so will I. We will. Together,” I said firmly.
    Then we were going through the iron gate that had the crescent moon crest on the middle of it, and driving around to the side entrance of the school.
    “School Council Meeting begins at seven thirty,” said the Son of Erebus Warrior as the bus came to a halt. “Classes begin at eight o’clock sharp, just like they should.”
    “Thank you,” I said to him like he’d actually been friendly (or at least respectful). Then I glanced at my phone: 7:20 P.M. Ten minutes until the meeting and forty before school started. I stood up and looked back at the group of obviously nervous kids.
    “Okay,” I said. “Just go to your old homerooms and wait there for what to do next. Stevie Rae, Stark and I are going to the Council Meeting and, as they’d say on the Isle of Skye, get Rephaim’s and your permanent schedules sorted.”
    “How ’bout me? Ain’t I comin’ to the Meeting?” Kramisha asked. “It’s usually borin’, but I bet today it’ll be better than usual.”
    “You’re right,” I said. “It’s about time they started to automatically include you, along with Stevie Rae and me.”
    “Where do I go?” Rephaim asked from the back of the bus.
    I was thinking, trying to figure out where the heck he should go when Damien stood up beside me. “You can come with me—at least for today. If that’s okay with Zoey and Stevie Rae.”
    I smiled at Damien. I don’t think I’d ever been so proud of him. Everyone would be worried about him and handling him like he could break down into hysteria at any second, so if he latched onto Rephaim, no way would anyone question him—they’d be too scared of upsetting Damien.
    “Thank you,” I said.
    “That’s a real good idea, Damien,” Stevie Rae said.
    “All right. Try to act normal,” I said. “And I’ll see you guys back here after school.”
    “My first hour was Spells and Rituals,” I heard Aphrodite mutter to Darius. “And there’s that new vamp teaching it who looks like she’s twelve. This should be fun.”
    “Remember,” Stevie Rae said, giving Aphrodite a hard look she totally ignored, “be nice.”
    We filed off the bus. I could see how difficult it was for Stevie Rae to let Rephaim go with Damien. We didn’t really know what he could be walking into, but we did understand that the chances of him being accepted and treated like the normal kid he longed to be were slim to none.
    When Stevie Rae, Stark, and Kramisha and I were alone I said, “Ready to enter the lion’s den?”
    “I’m thinkin’ it’s more like headin’ into a nasty wasp nest,” Kramisha said. “But I’m ready.”
    “Me, too. Let’s cowboy up and get this done.”
    “Deal,” I said.
    “Deal,” they repeated.
    And we walked into a future that was already making my stomach clench and feel like a raging IBS episode was going to hit me at any moment.
    Ah, hell.

CHAPTER THREE
    Kalona
    He didn’t have to fly long to find his sons. Kalona followed the thread that connected him to his offspring. My