Revealed

again. Your influence created that creature. She is your responsibility to stop. The Goddess’s edict is thus!” Erebus made a sweeping gesture. The yellow light of the sun shimmered, and became blazing written words burned into the air:
    He who was once beloved of mine
    shall defeat she whose love for me once did shine.
    With this command I do intercede.
    Death’s Warrior must protect those who are in need.
    If his heart doth open, bared again
    forgiveness may conquer hate and love win … win…
    Erebus pressed his palms against the wooden desk and leaned forward so that his face and his brother’s were mere inches apart. Kalona could feel the heat coming from his sunlit body and smell a summer day on his breath as he spoke.
    “I would say that I hope you fail, but I need not waste my hope. An immortal cannot be defeated without a sacrifice that is equal or greater than immortality. You are capable of great anger, great violence, great battles. You have never been capable of great sacrifice. You will fail. Nyx will continue to feel the pain your mistakes have caused,
and I will continue to console her.
”
    Kalona’s anger finally proved too much for him to contain. With a roar he stood, knocking over his chair and bringing his hands together in a mighty clap that released a frozen blast of moonlight from between his palms. The cold, silver light extinguished Erebus’s ball of sunlight. With a hiss like a sword meeting a blacksmith’s forging waters, Erebus disappeared.
    There was a knock on the door, and Darius’s voice carried easily through the sudden silence. “Kalona? May we have a word with you?”

CHAPTER SIX
Kalona
    Kalona righted the chair he had knocked over, sat, smoothed back his hair, and drew a deep breath before saying, “You may enter.”
    When he saw that Zoey and Stark followed Darius into the room he had to stifle a groan of irritation. Though it seemed he and Zoey had come to a truce, things were not simple between the two of them. Stark, of course, had long been an annoyance. Kalona supposed it didn’t help the boy’s attitude that he had skewered and killed him in the Otherworld.
    “Wow,” Zoey said, looking from Kalona to the glass sunflower and vase, and then to the huge tapestry that took up the entire wall behind him, which depicted a black ship with the prow of a roaring dragon. “It’s super weird to see all of Dragon’s stuff here, and you there.” She pointed at Kalona, sitting behind the Sword Master’s desk.
    “It is disconcerting,” Darius said softly, as if he hadn’t wanted to comment, but couldn’t stop himself from speaking.
    “More like disturbing,” Stark said. His voice was cocky, like he enjoyed baiting the immortal.
    It is the sliver of immortality he shares with me that makes him so bold, and so annoying,
Kalona thought.
I wonder how bold the boy would be if he knew that sliver is also a conduit I can follow to his soul?
    Kalona acted as if none of them had spoken, but made a mental note to get rid of the old Sword Master’s belongings. It was past time to make room for the new.
    “You said you wished a word with me, Darius?”
    “I do.
We
do,” Darius corrected.
    “Do you know if the school has a basement?” Stark asked.
    Kalona shook his head. “I have never seen it, but the House of Night is an old building and I suppose it would be logical if it did exist.”
    “So you and Neferet have never been down there?” Zoey asked.
    He met her gaze, looking for an ancient maiden deep within her dark eyes. “Being beneath the earth has proven to be a complicated experience for me, and one I
usually
have no desire to repeat.” Purposefully, Kalona made his voice teasing, deep, knowing.
    “You’re missing the point of the question.” Stark took a protective step forward so that he was positioned between Kalona and Zoey.
    Kalona’s smile mocked the boy. “Perhaps you are missing the point of my answer.”
    “Yeah? I don’t think so. I think your answers are fucked up most of the time,” Stark said.
    “Then stop asking for them.”
    As Stark moved forward, reaching for the bow he habitually carried slung across his back, Zoey grabbed his wrist, pulling him back.
    “This is
not
helping,” she said.
    “He started it!” Stark shouted.
    “He’s doing it on purpose because he knows he’ll get a reaction from you,” Zoey told him. Then she frowned at Kalona. “Stop it. Now. We need to talk to our school’s Warrior, not a smartass