Chapter One

The night sky over Tulsa was alight with a magical crescent moon. Its
brilliance made the ice that coated the city, and the Benedictine Abbey
where we'd just had our showdown with a fallen immortal and a
rogue High Priestess, shimmer so that everything around me seemed
touched by our Goddess. I looked at the moonlight-bathed circle
that stood in front of Mary's Grotto, the place of power where not
long ago Spirit, Blood, Earth, Humanity, and Night had been personified
and then had joined to triumph over hatred and darkness.
The carved image of Mary, surrounded by stone roses and nestled
within a ledge high in the grotto, appeared to be a beacon for the silver
light. I stared at the statue. Mary's expression was serene; her ice covered
cheeks glistened as if she wept in quiet joy.

My gaze lifted to the sky. Thank you. I sent a silent prayer up to the
beautiful crescent that symbolized my Goddess, Nyx. We're alive.
Kalona and Neferet are gone.

"Thank you," I whispered to the moon.

Listen within . . .

The words swept through me, subtle and sweet like leaves touched
by a summer breeze, brushing my consciousness so lightly that my
waking mind barely registered them, yet Nyx's whispered command
imprinted itself into my soul.

I was vaguely aware that there were a lot of people (well, nuns,
fledglings, and a few vampyres) around me. I could hear the mixture
of shouting, talking, crying, and even laughing that filled the night,
but it all felt distant. At that moment the only things that were real to
me were the moon above and the scar that sliced from one shoulder
all the way across my chest to the other shoulder. It tingled in response
to my silent prayer, but it wasn't a tingle of pain. Not really. It
was a familiar warm, prickling sensation that assured me Nyx had,
once again, Marked me as hers. I knew if I peeked under the neck of
my shirt I would find a new tattoo decorating that long, angrylooking
scar with an exotic filigree of sapphire-a sign that proved I
was following my Goddess's path.

"Erik and Heath, find Stevie Rae, Johnny B, and Dallas-then
check the perimeter of the abbey to be certain all the Raven Mockers
fled with Kalona and Neferet!" Darius shouted the command, snapping
me out of my warm, fuzzy prayer mode, and once I'd been
shocked out, it was like an iPod had been cranked too high as sound
and confusion flooded my senses.

"But Heath's a human. A Raven Mocker could kill him in a second."
The words burst from my mouth before I could clamp it shut,
proving beyond all doubt that being moonstruck wasn't my only
moronic skill.

Predictably, Heath puffed up like a cat-smacked toad.

"Zo, I'm not a damn pussy!"

Erik, looking very tall and full-grown, kick-your-butt vampyre-like,
snorted sarcastically and then said, "No, you're a damn human.
Wait, that does make you a pussy!"

"So, we defeat the big baddies and inside five minutes Erik and
Heath are banging their chests at each other. How totally predictable,"
Aphrodite said with her patented sarcastic sneer as she joined
Darius, but her expression completely changed when she turned her
attention to the Son of Erebus Warrior. "Hey there, Hotness. You doing
okay?"

"You need not worry about me," Darius said. His eyes met hers,
and they practically telegraphed the chemistry between them, but
instead of going to her like he usually would and doing some very
gross kissing, he remained focused on Stark.

Aphrodite's gaze went from Darius to Stark. "Okay, eew. Your
chest is totally crispy crittered."

James Stark was standing between Darius and Erik. Okay, well,
standing wasn't exactly what he was doing. Stark was swaying and
looking extremely unsteady.

Ignoring Aphrodite, Erik spoke up. "Darius, you should probably
get Stark inside. I'll coordinate the reconnoitering with Stevie Rae
and make sure everything runs smoothly out here." His words seemed
okay, but his tone was all I'm-the-big-guy-in-charge, and when he followed
up with a condescending "I'll even let Heath help out," he really
sounded like a pompous butt.

"You'll let me help out?" Heath snapped. "Your mom will let me
help out."

"Hey, which one of them is supposed to be your boyfriend?" Stark
asked me. Even in the terrible shape he was in, he caught my glance
with his. His voice was scratchy, and he sounded scarily weak, but
his eyes sparkled with humor.

"I am!" Heath and Erik said together.