Tempted

go back to the depot and talk to the other kids again. I can’t turn my back on them. Zoey didn’t turn her back on Stark, even though he shot me—which sucked and wasn’t very nice of him, by the way—but it turned out okay in the end.”
    “You will make a fine High Priestess, Stevie Rae.”
    Stevie Rae’s cheeks went all hot. “I’m not really a High Priestess. I’m just all they have.”
    “No, you are a High Priestess. Trust that. Trust yourself.” She smiled at Stevie Rae. “So when will you return to the depot?”
    “I think I’ll be sure the red fledglings here are set. You know, get the rooms straight and get stuff for them to wear and all. Plus, they have to be put back into all their classes, which is a real pain in the butt since the classes change every semester. But I’d like to get back there tonight still.”
    “Tonight? Are you sure you shouldn’t wait until tomorrow? Shouldn’t you get settled here first?”
    “Well, the truth is I don’t really know if we can settle here.”
    “Of course you can. The House of Night is your home.”
    “It
was
our home. Now we feel better resting in the earth during the day.” Stevie Rae gave her nervous grin. “It makes me sound like I should be in one of those stupid slasher movies, doesn’t it?”
    “No, it actually makes sense. You died. When that happens to any of us, all of our bodies return to the earth. Though you were resurrected, you still have a connection with the earth we do not.” Lenobia hesitated. “There is a basement under the main House of Night building,” she said. “It’s used for storage and is not particularly habitable, but with some work . . .”
    “Maybe,” Stevie Rae said. “Let me see what happens with the kids at the depot. We really did like it there, and we were fixin’ it up real nice, too.”
    “I don’t suppose there is any reason why we couldn’t bus your fledglings back and forth. Human children do it every day.”
    Stevie Rae grinned. “The big yellow limo!”
    Lenobia laughed. “Either way, we will make it work with your group. You are part of us, and this is your home.”
    “Home . . . That sounds nice,” Stevie Rae said. “Okay, well, I better get busy if I’m gonna make it back to the depot before it gets close to dawn.”
    “Be sure to give yourself plenty of time. I don’t want you stuck there, and the forecast is for lots of Oklahoma sunshine. Travis Meyers even reported it might get above freezing long enough to get rid of some of this ice.”
    “Trav is my favorite weatherman, and don’t worry. I’ll be back before dawn.”
    “Excellent, then you’ll have time to tell me how it went.”
    “I’ll come straight here.” Stevie Rae started to get up and then changed her mind. She had to ask—Lenobia wouldn’t think it was a totally weird question—and she
had to ask
. “Um, so, the Raven Mockers were pretty bad, huh?”
    Lenobia’s serene expression changed to disgust. “I pray to Nyx they were banished from this realm when their father was forced to flee from Tulsa.”
    “Have you ever heard of them before? I mean, did you know about them before they all flew out of the ground?”
    Lenobia shook her head. “No. I knew nothing of them. I’d never even heard of the Cherokee legend. But I did recognize one thing about them very easily.”
    “You did? What?”
    “Evil. I have battled evil before, and they were simply another of its dark faces.”
    “Do you think they were totally bad? I mean, they were part human.”
    “Not part human—part immortal.”
    “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”
    “And the immortal they are part of is completely evil.”
    “But what if Kalona wasn’t always like he is now? He came from somewhere. Maybe he was good there, and if that’s true, then maybe there could be some good found in a Raven Mocker.”
    Lenobia studied Stevie Rae silently before replying. Then she spoke quietly, but with conviction. “Priestess, do not let the compassion you feel for the red fledglings color your perception of evil. Itexists here in our world. It also exists in the Otherworld. It is tangible there, just as it is here. There is a great difference between a broken child and a creature fathered by evil and conceived through rape.”
    “That’s basically what Sister Mary Angela said, too.”
    “The nun is a wise woman.” Lenobia paused and then continued, “Stevie Rae, have you sensed something I should know about?”
    “Oh, no!” she said