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“Aphrodite is a Prophetess of Nyx, a fact proven by the bond she has with Darius, who is a Son of Erebus Warrior and Oath Sworn as her protector.” Thanatos was speaking from the shadows as she walked gracefully toward us. I thought her timing was excellent, as was her entrance. She looked tall and powerful, ageless and classically beautiful. Her voice was pleasant and informative, as if she lectured human reporters every day. “I know the i

“Actually, even though this interview is last minute, I did have time to do some general research, and that is one fact I did uncover.”

“That Aphrodite is a Prophetess of Nyx, and is attending school here, as are several red fledglings and vampyres, will be one of the topics of our interview. Although it appears that interview has already begun.” Thanatos emerged fully from the shadows, nodding toward the cameraman who was holding up the camera and definitely had been filming us, even though none of us had been paying any attention to him. “I am Thanatos, the new High Priestess of the Tulsa House of Night. Merry meet, Adam Paluka. You are welcome at our school.”

“M-merry meet.” Adam only bobbled a little. “I didn’t mean to offend by filming early.”

Thanatos smiled. “You did not offend us. We invited you here. I am pleased that the interview has begun without formalities. Shall we remain out here, under the beautiful Tulsa night sky, and continue?”

“Sure,” Adam said after a nod from the cameraman. “The gaslights are actually good lighting. If you give us a sec, we can use a boom mic and get as many of your group on tape as you’d like.”

“That sounds lovely. Zoey, Aphrodite, Stevie Rae, Stark, and Damien, please stay for the interview. Darius, would you, Shaunee and Erin, be sure the gathered fledglings have returned to their dormitories? Tonight has been a difficult one for our school.” Darius bowed to Aphrodite and Thanatos, then he and Shaunee walked off together. Erin headed in the opposite direction.

“You said tonight has been difficult for your school. What do you mean by that?”

“With your pulse on the news, I am sure you are aware we recently had a fire on campus,” Thanatos said.

“We did get that report at Fox. Something about your stables?” he prompted.

“Indeed, an unfortunate, though not entirely surprising accident.” Thanatos gestured at the large copper lamps that hung in decorative beauty around us. “Gaslight and candlelight are kinder on our eyes than electric bulbs. As you already observed, it has a lovely ambiance, but it is living flame and sometimes volatile. A lantern was left lit and unattended in the barn. It was a windy evening. A gust blew the lantern over on a hay bale, setting the stables afire.”

“I hope no one was hurt.” I thought Adam looked authentically concerned.

“Our Horse Mistress and a fledgling had some minor smoke inhalation damage, and the human in our employ as a stable manager suffered burns, mostly on his hands. He will recover fully. I must tell you for the record that our Travis Foster is something of a hero. He made sure all of the horses escaped.”

“Travis Foster is a human?”

“Completely, and a valued employee and friend.”

“Fascinating,” Adam said. His gaze shifted around. I could see when his eyes lit on the distant pyre, which had smoldered down to an orange glow. “Please correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think that burning pile is part of the stables. During my research I read that vampyres burn their dead on pyres. Have I chosen a bad time for this interview?” He asked the question in a considerate tone of voice, but I could see the curiosity that was bright in his eyes.

“You are not wrong. That is the remnants of a funeral pyre. We have, indeed, suffered a grave loss at the House of Night that had nothing to do with the stable fire. Our Sword Master, Dragon Lankford, was recently killed in a tragic accident on a lavender farm that adjoins the national preserve known as the Tall Grass Prairie.” I closed my mouth, wondering how the heck Thanatos was going to turn Dragon’s murder into a “tragic accident” that could be explained to the human public. “A large male bison escaped the confines of the preserve. Several of us were completing a lovely cleansing ritual at the lavender farm, and the beast must have been confused by the sage smoke and our circle. The creature attacked us. Our Sword Master protected our fledglings, losing his life doing so.”

“That’s terrible! I’m so sorry.” Adam looked upset. Actually, we all looked upset, which was hiding our shock at Thanatos’s big, giant lie.

“Thank you, Adam. Though it was a horrible accident and a terrible loss to our House, our Sword Master died as he lived, an honorable Warrior who protected our young ones. Because of him no one else was harmed, and the ritual was even completed. We shall all remember Dragon Lankford’s bravery for centuries to come.” She dabbed at her eyes with a lace handkerchief she’d pulled from within her sleeve. It was a really moving moment. Adam stood there, looking empathetic, as the cameraman swiveled the lens from Dragon’s pyre to focus on Thanatos’s grief and her very human struggle to pull herself together.

It was really well staged. She made me wonder how many acting classes the High Priestess of Death had taken when she was a fledgling.

Thanatos finished wiping her eyes and drew a deep breath. “And to answer your other question, no, this is not a bad time for our interview. We invited you, remember? We are happy to welcome you to the House of Night, even during our sadness. So, let us officially begin. Is here by the bench a good place?” Thanatos gestured at one of the long stone benches that lined the entranceway to the school lobby. During a regular school day, kids would be clustered around them, doing homework, flirting, and gossiping. Tonight they were completely empty.

“Perfect,” Adam said.

While he and the cameraman set up, Thanatos took her position in the center of the bench. Quietly she said, “Zoey, Stark, beside me here.” She pointed to her right. “Aphrodite, Stevie Rae, and Damien, over here.” They settled on the bench to her left.

When Adam returned and officially began filming, I felt a flutter of nerves. Even my old friends at South Intermediate High School would see this!

“Thanatos, I was wondering if you could elaborate on the comment Neferet, the ex–High Priestess of this Tulsa House of Night, made about you last night. She said Death was the new High Priestess here.” Adam paused and smiled. “You don’t look like Death to me.”

“Have you seen her often, young Adam?” Thanatos said in a soft, joking voice.

“No, actually, I’ve never died,” he joked back.

“Well, Neferet’s comment can be easily explained. I am not Death herself. It is simply that I have been gifted with an affinity for aiding the dead to pass from this realm to the next. I am no more Death than you are Humanity. We both are just representations of the two. It might help you understand if you would think of me as a very accurate medium.”

“Neferet also mentioned a new type of vampyre—a red vampyre, and suggested that they might be dangerous.” I watched the camera shift from Stark to Stevie Rae. “Could you elaborate on that, as well?”

“Certainly, but first I feel I need to make one point very clear. Neferet is no longer in the employ of the Tulsa House of Night. In truth, the way our society works, once a High Priestess loses her job, she has lost that position for life. She will never serve as High Priestess at any other House of Night. As you can imagine that can be a difficult and often embarrassing transition for the terminated employee, as well as for her employer. Vampyres do not have slander and liable laws. We use the oath and honor system. Obviously this time that system did not work.”