Revealed

and dark and had a cold, stone floor. There weren’t any electric lights down there, just gas lanterns hanging from really old iron hooks along the stone walls between the wall-mounted swords and shields. When Darius and Stark lit the lanterns, light danced off the metal surfaces as if they were living, breathing things.
    “This could totally be a setting for
Game of Thrones
,” I said.
    “Which is awesome,” Stark said.
    “If by awesome you mean dungeon-like and creepy,” I said.
    “But dry and underground,” Stark said. “Hey, there’re actually some electric outlets down here. Put up room dividers, bring down sleeping bags, beanbag chairs, and a few TVs with DVD players, and it’ll be better than camping.”
    “That’s not saying much. Almost anything is better than camping,” I said.
    “Getting toasted by the sun is not better than camping,” Darius said.
    “Gotta agree with you there,” Stark said.
    “Hey, are these actually real?” I asked, mesmerized by the hilt of one of the swords, which was jewel- or glass-encrusted and glittering.
    “Be assured, Priestess,” Darius said. “All of the stones are real.”
    “Holy crap!” I said. “They’re beautiful and they have to be worth a fortune. Why did Dragon keep them down here? Shouldn’t they be on display somewhere or locked in a vault or something?”
    “I remember hearing Dragon comment that he didn’t believe in displaying all of our riches for everyone to see,” Darius said.
    “Doesn’t sound like Neferet, though. She was all about displaying riches, and Neferet was his High Priestess,” Stark said.
    “I am not certain if Neferet knew about this stash of weapons. It was something Dragon controlled. I do not ever remember Neferet coming here or speaking of any of the ancient swords or shields.” Darius spoke slowly, as if reasoning aloud. “She took little interest in any weapon but that of her own power.”
    “You mean you don’t think she knows about this place at all?” I said.
    “She may not,” Darius agreed.
    “That would be really good for us,” Stark said. “Not only does it mean she wouldn’t know about the basement, but like Zoey said, there’s a fortune in jewels and gold hanging on these walls.”
    “But every House of Night is independently wealthy,” Darius said. “Why would we need a hidden fortune in jewels and gold?”
    “Each
House of Night
is rich,” I said. “But we’ve already begun breaking from the school by moving off campus. What if the issues between humans and vamps get worse because of the mayor’s death? Does either of you guys know if the cops could have our accounts frozen?”
    Darius shook his head. “I do not know.”
    “I have no clue, either. I still have the same debit card I used when I was at the House of Night in Chicago,” Stark said. “I never even think about it.”
    “We need to think about it,” I said. “We’ve all been taking for granted the way the House of Night takes care of us.”
    “I cannot believe the Vampyre High Council would stay silent and leave our school adrift among the human legal system,” Darius said.
    “But if they do, we’re going to need safety and money. There’s definitely money hanging on these walls, and there might even be safety down here—
if
Neferet doesn’t know about it.” I thought for a second and then added, “I’ll bet Kalona would know for sure if she does or does not.”
    “Well, then, let’s go ask the winged immortal,” Stark said.
    “I do not like thinking about breaking totally from the House of Night,” Darius said grimly. “But I do agree with your reasoning. Let’s talk to Kalona.”
    The three of us had hurried up from the basement and decided it’d be smart if we nonchalantly meandered from there to the main school building—and
then
made a big circle back to the field house area and Dragon Lankford’s old office, which now belonged to Kalona.
    “No need to have anyone paying attention to us coming and going from that hallway,” Darius said.
    “Yeah, and then calling attention to the hallway.” I agreed with him and, with what was probably more enthusiasm than necessary, forced a smile and sent a big wave to Kramisha and Shaylin as they emerged from the cafeteria. “Espionage,” I muttered and sighed.
    “What about it?” Stark asked.
    “I’m crappy at it,” I said.
    He’d taken my hand and Darius was chuckling softly when we turned to our right to follow the hallway to the