Burned

Stevie Rae thought about it and realized Kramisha could be right. She’d just been so preoccupied with guilt about Rephaim that it hadn’t occurred to her. Dang! She did need to get her head on straight. “Well, yeah, I guess it could be talkin’ ’bout them, but if it is, it’s really bad.”

“Please. We all know they real bad.”

“Yeah, well, I just found out some stuff from Aphrodite that gives Darkness with a capital D a whole new level of messed-up. And if they’re involved with that, then they’ve reached a different kind of bad. Like Neferet bad.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. So your poem might be talkin’ ’bout a fight with them. But also, and this is the part I wanted you to know, Aphrodite and I have started to learn about some ancient stuff. You know, really old. So old the vamps have even forgotten about it.”

“That’s some old shit.”

“Well, we’re—meaning me and Aphrodite and Stark and the rest of the kids with Zoey—are go

“You mean get Stark to the Otherworld without him being all dead and stuff?”

“Yeah, apparently him showin’ up in the Otherworld dead wouldn’t be good for Zoey.”

“So you go

Stevie Rae smiled at her. “We’re go

“Say the word—I’m there.”

“Okay, here goes: Aphrodite’s found some new Prophetess powers since she’s been focused on them.” Stevie Rae added a wry smile to her words. “Even though she’s ’bout as happy as a cat in a thunderstorm about it.” Kramisha laughed, and Stevie Rae continued, “Anyway, I was thinkin’ that even though I don’t have a circle here like Z does around her there, I do have a Prophetess.”

Kramisha blinked, looked confused, and when Stevie Rae kept staring at her, her eyes finally widened in understanding. “Me?”

“You. Well, you and your poetry. You did it before and helped Z figure out how to chase Kalona outta here.”

“But—”

“But look at it this way,” Stevie Rae broke in. “Aphrodite figured it out. So are you sayin’ she’s smarter than you?”

Kramisha’s eyes narrowed. “I got a whole world of smart that rich white girl don’t know nothin’ about.”

“Well, then, cowboy up.”

“You know you kinda scare me when you talk country.”

“I know.” Stevie Rae dimpled at her. “Okay, I’m go

“I already told you I ain’t rattin’ you out.”

“Thanks, Kramisha. You’re a really good Poet Laureate.”

“You ain’t so bad yourself for a country girl.”

“See ya.” Stevie Rae waved and started to jog for Z’s car.

“I got your back, High Priestess!”

Kramisha’s parting words made Stevie Rae’s stomach feel all squishy, but also had her gri

Back to Rephaim. The thought was like breathing—instant and natural. Stevie Rae reached for the gearshift, but her hand paused. Would going back to Rephaim right now really be the smartest thing for her to do?

Sure, on one hand she’d gotten a bunch of info from him about Kalona and Darkness and such.

On the other, she didn’t really trust him. She couldn’t really trust him.

Plus, he messed with her head. When she’d read Kramisha’s poem, she’d been too dang busy obsessing about him to consider anything else—like the fact the poem could be a warning about the bad red fledglings and not just stuff about her and the Raven Mocker.

So what the heck should she do?

She’d told Rephaim she’d come back to check on him, but she wanted to return because of more than just telling him she would. Stevie Rae needed to see him. Needed to? Yes, she admitted reluctantly to herself. She needed to see the Raven Mocker. The admission jarred Stevie Rae.

“I’m Imprinted with him. That means we got a co

And I have to remember that he is his father’s son.

Fine. Okay. She’d check on him. She’d also ask him questions about Light as well as Darkness, and about two cows. She scowled. Well, bulls. But she should do some digging for herself without Rephaim. She really should evoke her element and see what info she could get on the cow/bulls. That would be using her good sense. Then Stevie Rae gri

“I got it! I’ll stop at that cute old park that’s on the way to Gilcrease. Do a little earth magick, and then check on Rephaim. Easy-peasy!” Of course first she’d duck back into Nyx’s Temple and grab a green candle, some matches, and some sweetgrass. Feeling better now that she had a plan, she was just getting ready to take the Bug outta neutral when she heard the sound of cowboy boots tapping against the asphalt of the parking lot and then Dallas speaking with exaggerated nonchalance.

“I’m just walkin’ out here to Zoey’s car. I’m not sneakin’ up on Stevie Rae and makin’ her jump.”

Stevie Rae rolled down her window and gri

“I was. Check it out—Dragon gave me this cool knife. Said it’s a dirk. He also said I might be good with it.”

Stevie Rae watched dubiously as Dallas pulled a pointy, double-edged knife from a leather holder he was wearing strapped around his waist and held it kinda awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure whether it would cut someone else, or cut him.

“It’s real sharp-looking,” Stevie Rae said, trying to sound positive.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m not using it to practice with yet, but Dragon did say I could wear it. For a while. If I was careful.”

“Oh, okay. Cool.” If she lived a million years Stevie Rae was sure she’d never understand guy stuff.

“Yeah, so, I got done with my dirk lessons and ran into Kramisha on my way out of the Field House,” Dallas said while he sheathed the knife. “She said she’d left you here ’cause you were gettin’ ready to take off to go do some earth thing. I thought I’d try to catch you before you left and come along.”

“Oh, well. That’s nice, Dallas, but I’m fine by myself. Actually, it would really help if you grabbed a green candle and some matches for me from Nyx’s Temple and ran them back out here to me. Oh, and if you see some sweetgrass in the temple, bring it here, too, would ya? Don’t know where my mind’s been, but conjuring earth is definitely easier with an earth candle, and I totally forgot one, not to mention the sweetgrass for drawin’ positive energy.”

She was surprised when Dallas didn’t say ’kay and jog away for the stuff. Instead, he just stood there, watching her, with his hands shoved down in his jeans pockets and looked kinda a

“What?” she asked.

“I’m sorry I’m not a Warrior!” he blurted. “I’m tryin’ the best I can to learn somethin’ from Dragon, but it’s go

“Dallas, what the heck are you talkin’ about?”

He threw his hands up in frustration. “I’m talkin’ about me not being good enough for you. I know you need more—that you need a Warrior. Hell, Stevie Rae, if I’d been your Warrior, I could’ve been there for you when those kids attacked you and almost killed you. If I were your Warrior, you wouldn’t be sendin’ me off on stupid errands. You’d keep me close to you, so I could protect you during all this stuff you’re goin’ through.”