30
Zoey
Closing the circle was anticlimactic. We did it quietly. Slowly. And then, surrounded by my friends, I went back to the House of Night. Without my little brother.
No one said much of anything. Aphrodite snuggled close to Darius, and I heard her crying softly. Darius held her gently, smoothing her hair and murmuring to her.
Stark asked Shaunee to drive again, then he pulled me onto his lap and held me like I was a little girl while I snot-cried all over his shirt.
He didn’t seem to mind at all.
“I’m going to take a bath,” I said when we kicked off our snow boots and trudged through the front door of the school.
My friends each took turns hugging me. They didn’t say anything. They didn’t have to. When Stark and I were alone, he smoothed my dark hair back from my face and kissed my damp cheek. “A bath’s a good idea. I’ll go by the dining hall and grab us some snacks. Do you feel like anything in particular?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“How about some of that lavender tea you like?”
I nodded absently. “That sounds nice. Thanks.”
It seemed like a long walk to my suite of rooms. I wanted to avoid everyone, and thought I had. But when I rubbed the tears out of my eyes and really looked around I saw that every student—fledgling or human—and every vampyre I passed stopped and silently, respectfully, placed their hands over their hearts and bowed their heads to me.
I was a snotty mess by the time I got to my room.
I meant to lounge in a hot bath for hours. Maybe even days. But once I was submerged it seemed pointless. I got out, piled my hair on top of my head, and put on my comfiest pair of old, ratty sweatpants and one of Stark’s oversized T-shirts.
He was waiting in front of our fireplace, and when I came to him, he pulled me into his arms again and kissed me on top of my head.
“Would you please come with me?”
“Stark, I’m not hungry. I swear.”
“We’re not going to the dining hall. There’s something you need to see.”
“Can’t it wait?” I felt exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was to go anywhere that didn’t involve my bed.
“Nope. It can’t wait. Come on. Please. For me?”
I sighed. I knew Stark could feel everything I did—which meant I knew I was making him miserable. So, I gave in. I owed it to him.
“Okay, but is it going to take long?”
“That depends on you.”
He held my hand and we walked slowly back through the school that I’d made my own. When we got to the back door—the one that opened to the sidewalk that led to the student dorms, I stopped.
I looked down at my pink bunny slippers. “I don’t have my snow boots on. You should’ve told me we were going outside.”
“That’s okay. I wanted an excuse to carry you.” He promptly picked me up, cradling me in his arms as he walked to the girls’ dorm.
I couldn’t help but smile when we went inside. The sights—the smells—everything brought memories rushing back. Kids were clustered around different TVs, either watching movies or playing video games. They paused when we came in. Each of them stood, put their hands over their hearts, and bowed to me.
I put my hand over my heart, too, tilted my head down, and in a voice thick with emotion said, “May you blessed be.”
“Blessed be, High Priestess,” they echoed.
Stark took my hand and led me upstairs, directly to a door on the second floor painted a familiar, pretty, light purple. He knocked twice.
Stevie Rae opened the door. She was in her flannel cowboy pj’s that had lassos and horses all over them. A giggle escaped from somewhere within me.
“I can’t believe you still have those.”
“Are you kiddin’, Z? These pj’s are total classics. I’d as soon throw them away as my Roper jeans.”
“Don’t we all wish?” Aphrodite quipped from somewhere behind her.
Stevie Rae stepped to the side and I realized that not only was our old dorm room decorated almost exactly as it had been when Stevie Rae and I were fledglings together, but my friends and Grandma Redbird were all in their pj’s and all crowded on the twin beds and the floor. Nala was curled up, donut style, on the end of my bed, staring with slitted green eyes at Maleficent who was grooming herself on Stevie Rae’s bed. The opening frame of Finding Nemo was already on the screen, and my friends were passing around popcorn and more of Grandma’s endless lavender chocolate chip cookies. The little sink had been filled with ice and lots of brown pop.
“Surprise!” they yelled.
I burst into blubbering tears.
“Ah, Z, don’t. You’ll make us all start again.” Stevie Rae put her arm around me and steered me into the room. “Come open your present. It’ll make you feel better, promise.”
“Present?” I sniffled.
“Yes, and we promise it’s not Christmas themed,” Erik said. He and Shaunee were sharing a beanbag chair. He sent me a wink and I remembered the snowman necklace he’d given me last year and my tears started to dry.
Aphrodite and Darius scooted over to make room for me on the end of what used to be my very tiny-looking twin bed and Stark handed me a box wrapped in silver foil tied with a gold bow.
It was a very little box.
I shook it. “Is this from you?” I asked Stark.
“It’s from all of us,” he said as my friends nodded like bobblehead dolls.
“We all went in on it, Z,” Stevie Rae said, plopping down behind me on the bed so she could peer over my shoulder. “Hurry and open it. We’ve been keeping it secret for ages.”
“Okay, here goes.” I tore off the wrapping paper and made a small, happy sound as I saw the Moody’s Fine Jewelry sticker, which seemed a little creepily déjà vu-ish after Erik’s comment. I readied myself to pretend to gush over whatever was inside, and opened the little velvet box.
My mouth flopped open—unattractively, I’m sure—as the gaslights in the room caught the diamonds and made them sparkle with white fire. The pendant was platinum, shaped in a perfect crescent moon made of diamonds.
I gaped at my friends, who were all grinning at me.
“Look at the back!” Stevie Rae said.
I turned it over to see an engraving on the back:
Happy 18th B-day, Z
We ❤ you!
“We had it made special for you,” Stevie Rae said.
“It’s why you only got one thing, because it was fucking expensive,” Aphrodite said. She was holding a full glass of champagne and leaning against Darius. Except for her unusual Mark, she looked 100 percent like herself again.
“Do you like it?” Stark asked.
I had to clear my throat and swallow several times before I could answer him. “No. I love it! It’s the most beautiful, most perfect birthday present I’ve ever gotten.”
“Yea!” Everyone cheered and then they were all crowding me while Stark fastened my incredible, fabulous, beautiful necklace—as we oohed and ahhed about it.
In the middle of that, Aphrodite’s ringtone blared Aretha Franklin’s “Respect.”
She frowned at the phone, handed her glass of champagne to Darius, and then answered it.
“Yes, this is Aphrodite LaFont.” She paused, listening, and I watched her face drain of color. “How did it happen?” She paused again. “I see. No. That’s fine. I’ll take care of it. Thank you for letting me know.” She tapped the end button and dropped her phone back into her designer bag. While her hand was in her bag, I watched her search around, and then she brought up a familiar medicine bottle filled to the brim with Xanax. She held out her hand for her glass of champagne, which Darius returned to her after a hesitation and a resigned sigh.
Then Aphrodite did the last thing I expected her to do. She walked over to our sink and poured out her glass of champagne over the ice. She turned and opened the door that led to our modest bathroom. I craned my head around with everyone else as we all watched her open her bottle of Xanax and pour it down the toilet, saying, “I am not her. I will never be her. I let that go.” She flushed the toilet, tossed the empty pill bottle in the trash can, and then came back to her seat.
When no one spoke, she rolled her eyes. “Just ask.”
“Okay,” I said. “Who was on the phone and why did you pour out your favorite drink and your favorite pills? Not that we don’t think it’s an excellent idea, but still.”
“That was the hospital on the phone. It was about my mother.”
Shaunee snorted. “What, did they release her and she had not one friend who could come pick her up? No surprise.”
“Tell her to call Lyft,” Damien said. “You don’t need to deal with her issues anymore.”
“I’m not going to have to. She’s dead.”
“What? How?” I sputtered.
“She OD’d. Apparently, it was an accident. She mixed too many prescription drugs and too much alcohol one last time. She wasn’t hooked up to monitors anymore because she was supposed to go home as soon as the snow cleared. They thought she was sleeping and she’d yelled at the nurses so many times for bothering her that they left her alone. Like she’d demanded. And she died.”
I went to Aphrodite. “Are you okay?”
She looked up at me. Her eyes were clear and her expression was serene. “I am.” Then she lifted a pretend glass and said, “I’d like to offer a toast.” We all grabbed glasses, totally confused about what was going on, but wanting to be supportive. Aphrodite stood. “Sometimes people get exactly what they deserve. Let’s hope it works like that for Z’s brother, too. So, to Other Kevin! Let him get all the goodness he deserves!” “To Other Kevin! Let him get all the goodness he deserves!”
And that was something we could all drink to.
Zoey
I went back to Woodward Park the next night—alone. Stark hadn’t wanted me to go by myself, but I’d insisted. It’d stopped snowing not long after midnight the night before, and the snowplows had worked overtime to get the streets cleared. But it was after dark, and the roads were still crappy enough that the only cars driving by the park were police cruisers and ambulances.
I made my way slowly to Neferet’s grotto. The rowan tree had taken root. It stood straight and strong in the center of what was our circle, fully leafed out and looking as magickal as it truly was. As I passed it, I touched it gently, and spoke a simple prayer to Nyx.
“Please stay close to Other Kevin, Goddess. I know you love him. Please let him know it so completely that he stays strong even when Darkness tries to put out his Light.”
The tree swayed and in the murmuring of its impossibly green leaves I heard the echo of Nyx’s voice fill the world around me, “Trust me, Daughter, to care for my Son.”
I bowed my head and felt a wash of relief that lessened my sadness a little. “Thank you, Nyx.”
Then I went to the wall. I knew what was compelling me. It was her journal—Neferet’s Curse—and the lingering pity I felt for Emily Wheiler.
I rested the palm of my hand on the wall, closed my eyes, and spoke to her.
“They were wrong—that man who abused you, and the others who stood by and let it happen. The vampyres you went to were wrong, too. They should have gotten you help—should have known something was seriously wrong with you. And we were wrong. First, to let you have so much power, and now to be so quick to cast blame on you—so quick that we opened our world to monsters.” I paused and added, “But goodness came of it. I found my brother. Damien found his Jack. Aphrodite found herself. And I learned something important about you. I learned that I feel more pity for you than hate, and that’s a pretty big thing. So, Neferet, for the first time, I can say I honestly hope you find peace. And I wish you to blessed be.”
I took my hand from the wall and turned my back to it as I pulled out my cell phone and punched the old number I’d found earlier that day. He picked up on the second ring.
“Uh, hi, Kevin. This is your sister, Zoey.”
Zoey Redbird didn’t see the thin tendril of Darkness that snaked from the almost-invisible crack in the wall where her hand had just rested. It reached for her, trembling with need. As it came within a hair’s width of her body, its sightless face rippled and its maw-like mouth opened. Pointed teeth glistened with spittle. At that instant, Zoey shifted her stance, allowing the light of the newly risen moon to shine behind her. When the silver beam touched the tendril it quivered, smoked, and slowly—very slowly—it slithered back between the rocks and disappeared.
The end … for now.