Revealed

over her heart, and then she bent forward and placed her palms against Neferet’s head.
    Within the cold, dark den, Neferet relived the infilling of that divine touch and her breath stopped in remembrance. The Goddess’s touch had not filled her with power. It had filled her with gentleness.
    “Oh, blessed be, Nyx!”
    “It is the Goddess! Blessed be, Goddess of Night!”
    Joyous cries came from all around Neferet as vampyres and fledglings, following her calls for help, had found the clearing.
    “Blessed be, my daughters. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again,” Nyx had greeted the others, smiling beatifically before she disappeared into a ray of moonlight.
    Neferet had not watched Nyx go. She had been focusing all of her being on her cat. She pressed her hands against her bleeding body, channeling the magickal touch of the Goddess.
    Neferet felt the difference instantly. Chloe’s panting ceased. Her heart slowed. Her pain-glazed eyes cleared, for just a moment, and they met hers as the little cat beamed love and joy and relief. Then, completely happy and utterly relieved of pain, her cat curled around her hands. Purring contentedly, she nuzzled Neferet, and died.
    “No! No! I was supposed to be able to save you!” Neferet had pulled Chloe into her lap, and begun to keen over her lifeless body when pain exploded across her forehead. Still cradling Chloe’s body, Neferet had crumpled, until her face was pressed into the grass and the blood and earth absorbed her sobs.
    “Neferet, child! I am here with you. All will be well!” It was the High Priestess, Pandeia, herself who lifted her. “Oh, blessed Goddess, thank you!” Pandeia had exclaimed as Neferet raised her face. “Not only did Nyx gift you with a healing touch, she also blessed you with the Change this night.”
    Still crying and clutching Chloe’s body, Neferet was dizzy with confusion.
    Pandeia’s gaze went from the new Marks that decorated Neferet’s face, proclaiming to the world that she was an adult vampyre, to the body of the little cat. “Oh, it is Chloe. I grieve with you, Neferet.” The High Priestess stroked the cat’s motionless head. “But your touch healed her pain and she went on to the Otherworld, where she frolics with the Goddess.”
    In the den, the Tsi Sgili drew a deep breath, and then spoke the words aloud, just as she had done in the past.
    “I didn’t heal her. Chloe is dead.”
    Pandeia’s gaze had been kind, her voice understanding. “I know it is a terrible loss, and difficult for you to bear right now, but when you can think of this night clearly, you will realize that the ability to touch her spirit and to soothe little Chloe’s passing more fully healed her than would mending her physical wounds. Nyx has richly blessed you.”
    In her den, Neferet whispered aloud the words she had only been able to think silently those many decades ago:
Nyx has taken from me the only thing I love.
    Anger stirred the Tsi Sgili, moving her toward consciousness. Her breath quickened, and she almost opened her eyes. But before she could fully rouse, time moved forward, taking her to the next defining experience in her past. The day she killed her lover and began hearing the seductive whispers of the winged immortal—the liar and betrayer, Kalona…

CHAPTER NINE
Zoey
    “Zo, Thanatos sent me to find you. The conference with the High Council has begun,” Aurox said.
    “Oh, crap! I totally lost track of time.”
    “High Council conference? WTF?” Aphrodite said.
    “Yeah, again, crap.” I checked my phone: 10:10 PM. Yep, I was ten minutes late. “Sorry, with all this basement moving stuff I forgot to tell you guys. Thanatos is going to ask the High Council to intercede with the TPD because she thinks the humans are going outside their boundaries in the investigation. She wants me to join her so we can tell them about Neferet materializing and being all super crazed and our circle kicking her out, which is what set up the fact that she ate the mayor.” I paused, and sent Aphrodite an apologetic look. “Sorry for saying it like that.”
    She shrugged. “You’re just telling it like it is.”
    “Well, she should say it in a nicer way,” Stevie Rae said, sending me a frown.
    “Bumpkin, nice has never been something I give much of a shit about. Z should just tell it like it is.”
    “Hey, we all know you got so wasted last night you couldn’t function most of today. There’s no point in pretending like