She was intuitive in a literal and not so literal sense. At times she could, indeed, read actual thoughts. At times she could only taste emotions. If those emotions were strong enough, or the person’s mind weak enough, she could even glimpse mental images—pictures of the thoughts that lived within the mind.
It was easier when she was close to the person, physically and emotionally. But it wasn’t impossible to sift through the night and glean things, especially a night as filled with emotion as was this one.
Neferet concentrated.
Yes, she tasted sorrow. She sifted through it and recognized the banal emotion from Shaunee and Damien and even Dragon, though vampyres were always harder to read than fledglings or humans.
Neferet’s thoughts turned to humans. She tried to inhale Aphrodite—to touch even a slight bit of emotion from the girl, and she failed. Aphrodite had always been as unreadable to her as Zoey.
“No matter.” She damped her irritation. “There are other humans at play in my House tonight.”
Neferet thought of Rephaim—thought of the strong lines of his face that so clearly mimicked those of his father’s—thought of the infatuation that had led him to his human form …
Again, nothing.
She could not find Rephaim, though she knew he must be filled with readable emotions. So strange. Humans were usually such easy prey. Humans …
Neferet smiled as she focused her attention on a more-interesting human. The cowboy—the one she’d chosen so carefully for poor, dear, repressed Lenobia.
What was it the Horse Mistress had said when they’d first met and Lenobia had thought them friends? Ah, Neferet remembered. They’d been talking of human mates and how neither had a desire for one. Neferet hadn’t admitted that they curdled her stomach—that she could never allow a human to touch her without doing him violence—never again. Instead she’d simply listened as Lenobia confessed: I loved a human boy once. When I lost him, I almost lost myself. I can never let that happen again, so I prefer to stay away from humans altogether.
Neferet closed her eyes, drew a deep breath, and dug her long, pointed fingernails into the palm of her left hand. As the blood welled and then dripped, she offered it to the searching shadows, thinking of the cowboy she’d planted in the soil of Lenobia’s manure-ridden arena.
Lend Dark power to me
So that his emotions I can see!
The pain in her palm was nothing compared to the onrush of icy power she received. Neferet controlled it and focused it at the stables. She was justly rewarded. She could feel the human cowboy’s warmth and compassion—his joy and desire. And then she laughed aloud because she could also feel his hurt and confusion, along with the backwash of what could only be Lenobia’s heartbreak.
“It’s so delicious! Everything is going according to my plans.”
Absently, Neferet brushed away the more aggressive of the threads of Darkness and licked the wounds on her palm, closing them. “That is all for now. Wait until later for more.” She laughed at their reluctance to quit feeding from her. She commanded them easily. They know my true allegiance, my true sacrifice, is only for him—the white bull. Just the thought of him—of his magnificent power—made Neferet shiver with longing. He was all a god or goddess should be; there is much I can learn from him.
Neferet decided it then. She would make an excuse to the much-too-curious Thanatos and leave the school before dawn. She had to be with the white bull—she needed to absorb more of his power.
She closed her eyes and breathed in the night, letting the thought of her Consort, Darkness himself, woo her. And for a moment Neferet believed she was almost happy.
Then she intruded. She always intruded.
“Seriously, Shaunee, you can’t stay here.”
Neferet’s lip lifted in a sneer as she opened her eyes and looked down through her window to the sidewalk below. Zoey had caught the black girl by her arm and was obviously trying to stop her from going out to the parking lot.
“Look, I gave it a try, but today was hell. Really hell. So I’m gonna go get the bag I packed from the depot and left on the short bus, and I’m gonna move into my old dorm room.”
“Please don’t,” Zoey said.
“I have to. Erin keeps hurting my feelings over and over.” Neferet thought the girl was very near tears. Her weakness disgusted the Tsi Sgili. “And anyway, why does it matter?”
“It matters ’cause you’re one of us!” Neferet hated the honest warmth in Zoey’s voice. “You can be pissed at Erin. You can even stop being BFFs, but you can’t let your whole life explode because of it.”
“It’s not me who’s exploding. It’s her,” Shaunee said.
“Then be a better person. Be your own person, and maybe by doing that you can show Erin how to be your friend again.”
“But not my Twin.” Shaunee spoke so softly Neferet almost couldn’t hear her. “I don’t want to be anyone’s Twin again. I just want to be myself.”
Zoey smiled. “That’s all you need to be. Go to sixth hour, and I promise I’ll talk to Erin. You’re both still part of our circle, and that has to count for something.”
Shaunee nodded slowly. “’Kay. But only if you talk to her.”
“I will.”
Neferet sneered again as Zoey hugged the black girl who started to retrace her path toward the main school building. She expected Zoey to walk with her, but she didn’t. Instead the girl’s shoulders slumped and she rubbed her forehead as if it ached. If the little bitch stayed out of the business of her betters, she wouldn’t have any worries, Neferet thought as she watched Zoey leave the sidewalk and kick rather noisily at a tin can that the yard maintenance humans had, no doubt, left behind them. Knowing what their discarded rubbish would do to the fastidious Gaea made Neferet smile.
Zoey’s can rolled to a stop against an exposed root of one of the ancient oaks that dotted the school grounds. The winter bare branches waved in another strong gust of warm wind, almost obscuring Zoey from her view—almost as if they were reaching around to protect her as the child bent to pick up the can.
Protect her …
Neferet’s eyes widened. What if Zoey did need protecting? The trees certainly wouldn’t do it—not without the annoying child calling on earth. And Zoey wouldn’t know she needed to call the element if a sudden gust of wind—a sudden accident—caused a limb to break and fall on her.
Zoey wouldn’t know what was happening until it was too late.
Without flinching, Neferet stuck her fingernail into the pink slashes that had not yet healed. She held her hand up, cupping the blood, and saying:
“Drink and obey
The limb must do more than sway
Rip it—break it—to the earth it should hurl
Crush her—hurt her—kill the Zoey girl.”
Neferet braced herself for the pain that feeding Darkness brought with it, and was surprised when she felt nothing. She glanced from the tree to her palm. The sticky tendrils of Darkness quivered and writhed around her, but they did not feed.
What you ask tempts Fate
For that the sacrifice must be great.
The singsong words drifted through Neferet’s mind, and she recognized the echo of her power Consort in them.
“What is it you need from me?
What sacrifice must it be?”
The answer rumbled in Neferet’s mind.
Her life force does demand
the sacrifice be equal to your command.
Irritation filled Neferet. Zoey always caused her problems! With a mighty effort, Neferet tempered her tone so that her words would not offend her Consort.
“I change my request
not killing her would be best.
Frighten her—bruise her
but leave her lifeline unbroken and pure.”