Zoey
"Zoey, did you hear me?"
I realized that while I'd been maniacally brushing Persephone, Lenobia had come into the stal and had been talking at me. Well, I mean I realized she'd been saying words. Out loud. To me. But I hadn't really heard them. I sighed and turned to face the Horse Mistress, leaning against the mare's warm, sturdy side and trying to draw calmness and energy from her familiar presence. "Sorry, no. I wasn't paying attention. I'm super distracted. What were you saying?"
"I was asking what you know about this Aurox boy."
"Nothing except that I can promise you he's not just a boy," I said.
"Yes, word's already spread around campus that he's a shape-shifter."
I felt my eyes get really big. "Seriously? There are such things? Like Sam and his crazy white trash mom and brother?"
"Sam?"
"True Blood," I explained. "They're shape-shifters. They can change into anything they've seen. I think. Although I don't think they can change into inanimate stuff. Jeesh, I need to read those books to get the real deal. Anyway, again, there are such things?"
"A, I don't watch TV. I never got into the habit. I'll have to read the True Blood books, too."
"Actually, they're the Sookie Stackhouse books by a cool human author named Charlaine Harris." I registered Lenobia's look and hastily added,
"Sorry, sorry, that's really not your point. What's your B?"
"My B is back to your original question, there are a lot of things out there-in this world as well as the Otherworld." I swallowed hard. "I know that. Especially the Otherworld part."
"That said, many cultures have evidence of shape-shifters in their legends and mythology. It only stands to reason that at least some of those stories are based on truth."
"I can't figure out whether that's good or bad," I said.
"I think the best we can hope for is that it's like the rest of us-good or bad based on the individual. Which leads me to my next question. Along with campus gossip about Aurox and his ability to at least appear to be able to change form, word has it that you had a pretty strong reaction to him. Is that true?"
I felt my cheeks getting hot. "Sadly, yes. I made a fool out of myself in front of most of the school. Again."
"Why? When you know better then anyone how dangerously manipulative Neferet can be, why would you confront her publicly like that?"
"Because I'm a moron," I said miserably.
"No." She smiled kindly. "You're definitely not a moron, which is why I wanted to talk with you about this-alone. I think you should play down your reaction to Aurox, maybe even to your closest friends. Keep what you're feeling to yourself. Put on your poker face."
"Poker face? Sorry, I only know how to play Candyland."
"It means to keep your reaction to what you're seeing and how you feel about it secret from everyone watching you."
"Why?" She really had my attention now. It wasn't like Lenobia (or any sane vampyre) to ask a fledgling to keep secrets.
Her eyes met mine and I was struck anew by their unusual gray color. It was almost like she'd harnessed storm clouds within them.
"I learned young that evil sometimes likes to be bragged about, even when it would be best if it kept a low profile. It has been my experience that Darkness's true struggle isn't against Light and the strength of love and truth and loyalty. I think evil's greatest threat comes from its own pride and arrogance and greed. I've yet to see a bully who doesn't gloat, or a thief who doesn't brag. That's why they get caught. Darkness could get a lot more of its destructive work accomplished if it was more, shal we say, circumspect. "
"But it's in Darkness's nature to brag and gloat, so Darkness understands it when someone calls attention to its actions and stuff," I said, finally getting her point. "Which means when someone who is trying to fight for good stays quiet, and watches and waits for the right time to act, evil is thrown a curve ball."
"And caught unaware by the strength that comes from honesty and serenity and quiet determination," Lenobia said.
I drew a deep breath, looked around to make sure no one was lurking outside Persephone's stall, and then spoke softly to Lenobia. "From the second I saw Aurox my seer stone got hot. The only two other times that's happened has been when old magick has been present." I hesitated, then admitted, "Last night I looked through the seer stone and saw something weird around Stark. It kinda freaked me out."
"What did Stark say about it?"
"I, uh, haven't told him."
"You haven't? Why not?"
"Well, first because I got distracted by him." I hurried on, knowing that I was probably blushing. "And since then I don't know why I haven't said anything." I thought about the almost-fight we'd had on the way to school. "No, wait, I do know why. Ever since the whole Otherworld thing things haven't been the same between Stark and me. Some of that's good-we're really close most of the time. But some of it's weird, too." Lenobia nodded. "That's understandable. An experience the magnitude of what the two of you went through should change the dynamics of a relationship. And glimpsing some old magick attached to Stark could simply be a remnant of his time in the Otherworld." She smiled. "I imagine if you could look through the seer stone at yourself you might see-"
"Oh, hell no! I don't want to see anything hanging around me!"
Lenobia's smile faded. "You sound frightened."
"I'm freaked, that's for sure. I think I've had enough of old magick and the Otherworld and all that goes with that stuff for a good long while."
"Ah, I understand. If Aurox carries traces of old magick, that's why his presence affected you so much."
"He definitely made me feel funny, even before I saw him change into a bull."
"Funny? Like you were frightened then, too?"
"Yeah, but I also had a weird surprised feeling, like my intuition was seeing something that my mind couldn't handle. And then I got super anxious.
There's something wrong about that guy, Lenobia, and that something is real, real old."
"But do you see that he looks like a handsome teenager to the rest of the world?"
"Yeah, I guess." Then I snorted. "I'd like to take him to Skye and find out what that part of the 'rest of the world' sees when they look at him."
"Your seer stone came from Skye?"
"Yeah, the Queen gave it to me. She said if old magick is around when I look through it, I can see it." I thought about Stark and shadows and creepiness. "Dealing with what I can see with my own eyes is way more than enough for me. I don't want to look through the seer stone again." I shook my head, ashamed of my weakness. "I'm sorry. I'm such a big baby. I shouldn't be so darn scared. I should have looked through the stupid stone at Aurox."
"And what would have happened had you seen something terrible? Can everyone who looks through the stone see old magick?"
"No." I wiped tears from my cheeks. "It's a gift only certain High Priestesses have."
"So, if you'd seen something of Darkness through the stone, told everyone, and relied on the stone to show them what you were seeing, you would have had no real proof?"
"Yeah, that's about it. I was and am screwed."
"No, you were and are wise to listen to your instincts. Something is very wrong with this pawn of Neferet's. You knew that from the first instant you saw him, and because you knew it you couldn't just stand there and shut your mouth and pretend to be a vapid child." I made an internal note to look up vapid or ask Damien for a quick definition.
Lenobia wasn't finished. She continued earnestly, "I want you to spend some time thinking about Aurox. Note how you feel and exactly what you observe the next time you see him-but note those things silently. Keep your poker face on. Don't let anyone know what's going on underneath that pretty little teenage façade."
"You don't think I should look at him through my seer stone?"
"Not until you're no longer so frightened of what you might see. When your instincts tell you the time is right, then and only then is when you should look."
"What about Stark?" I held my breath.
"Stark is pledged to you and our Goddess. I think it's a good thing that old magick clings to him. Stop worrying about your Warrior-he can sense it and that won't help him."
"Yeah, okay, that makes sense. So, being super relieved that I don't have to look through the seer stone doesn't make me a big ol' baby or a coward?"
She smiled. "No, nor a moron, either. You're a young fledgling High Priestess, the first one in history, and you're simply trying to find your path in a very confusing world."
"You're really smart," I said.
Lenobia laughed. "No, I'm really old."
Then I laughed, too, because even though I was pretty sure she was like a hundred or so, Lenobia looked about thirty years old. "Well, you look twenty-something," I lied, "which only makes you kinda old, not really old."
"Twenty-something! With an ability to dissemble like that, you'll do just fine keeping your thoughts about Aurox to yourself," Lenobia said. Then I swear she giggled, which actually did make her look super young. "Twenty-something! I haven't been that for more than two hundred years!"
"What's your secret? Botox and lip injections?" I asked, giggling with her.
"B negative and sunscreen," she replied.
"Hey you two, sorry to interrupt." Stevie Rae's curly blond head popped into view as she peeked into the stall.
"You aren't interrupting, Stevie Rae," Lenobia said, still smiling. "Come, join us. We were just talking about aging gracefully."
"My mama always said eight hours of sleep, drinking lots of water, and not havin' any kids was a better anti-aging recipe than anything a doctor or ll'Oreall could ever cook up." She grinned at Lenobia and then gave Persephone a worried glance. "And thanks for askin' me to come in, but I'll stay out here. I don't like horses much. No offense; they're real big."
"No offense taken," Lenobia said. "Do the Warriors need something?"
"Uh-uh. The arena is great for classes. They're havin' a bunch of guy fun, which means they're hittin' each other with wooden swords and shootin'
arrows at things while they yell a lot." The three of us rolled our eyes. "But your cowboy is here, so I came to get ya."
"My cowboy?" Lenobia looked totally confused. "I don't have a cowboy."
"Well, he has to be yours 'cause he just showed up outside the corral entrance with a giant horse trailer sayin' he's reportin' for work and askin'
where he can unload his stuff," Stevie Rae said.
Lenobia blew out a long sigh. Obviously annoyed she said, "Neferet. This is her doing. He's the first of the local humans she's hired."
"I do not get what Neferet's up to," Stevie Rae said. "I know dang well she hates humans and doesn't give a rat's ass about whether the local folks like us bein' here or not."
"Neferet's up to causing problems," I said.
"And she started with me because she knows I've sided with you," Lenobia said.
"Chaos." As I said the word I felt the truth of it. "Neferet wants to cause chaos in our lives."
"Then let's give this cowboy a warm welcome, make him feel at home, and show him how unchaotic and downright boring working at my stables can be. If we do that, maybe, just maybe, he'll decide to move on to more exciting pastures and Neferet will turn her attention elsewhere." Like she was on a mission, Lenobia marched out of Persephone's stall. Stevie Rae and I shared a look.
"No way am I gonna miss this." I gave Persephone's warm flank a parting pat and tossed the curry brush into the tack bin.
Stevie Rae linked her arm through mine as we followed Lenobia. "What I didn't tell Lenobia is how dang cute her cowboy is," she whispered to me.
"Seriously?"
"Just you wait and see."
Now I was super curious, and I picked up the pace, hurrying through the arena sand and barely waving at Stark, who was handing a bow to Rephaim. Stevie Rae tried to blow him a kiss, but I kept her moving so basically all she did was giggle and wave. I tried to ignore Stark's scowl and focused on not leaking any of the curious, excited, and downright confused feelings I was having.
I didn't exactly know why, but I absolutely did not want Stark asking me questions about Aurox.
"There, that's him. The tall, non-vampyre in a cowboy hat over there by the door." Stevie Rae pointed to the wide side doors to the arena. They'd been rolled open. Just outside was a big horse trailer and one of those massive trucks Oklahoma guys liked to buy and drive and practically live in so much. Standing in front of the trailer was a super tall man. And Stevie Rae had definitely been right. He was seriously cute, even for an older guy.
"He looks like someone who should be on the Western Channel," I said. "Playing one of those olden-day cowboy heroes."
"Sam Ell iott, that's who he looks like."
"Huh?" I gave her a question mark look.
She sighed. "He was in a bunch of cowboy movies. You know, like Tombstone. "
"You watch cowboy movies?"
"I used to, with my momma and daddy, especially on Saturday night before bedtime. So?"
"So nothing."
"Do not tell Aphrodite," she said.
"Do not tell Aphrodite what?" Aphrodite asked.
Stevie Rae and I jumped as she seemed to materialize out of the air behind us.
"Don't be creepy and lurky," I said.
"I'm not. I'm just naturally graceful. It's because I'm delicate boned," she said. Then she turned her icy blue gaze on Stevie Rae. "Again-do not tell Aphrodite what?"
"That Lenobia's cowboy is super hot," Stevie Rae said.
Aphrodite gave her a look that said she was a crappy liar, which she was, but her gaze was already snagged by the man's broad-shouldered silhouette.
"Ooooh! That's Lenobia's..."
"Employee." I provided the word, even though Aphrodite was paying no attention to me. "He's supposed to be working for Lenobia."
"He's hot," Aphrodite said. "Not like Darius hot, but still. H.O.T."
"I told y'all. And he's so tall he makes Lenobia look even teenier than she is." As Stevie Rae, Aphrodite, and I wandered into hearing distance and tried (unsuccessfully) not to be too obvious in our group gawk, the cowboy tipped his hat to Lenobia and in a perfect Oklahoma twang said, "Howdy, ma'am. I'm the new stable manager. I'd 'preciate it if you could point me to the man in charge."
I couldn't see Lenobia's face but I watched her back straighten.
"Uh-oh," Stevie Rae whispered.
"So much for the whole warm welcome thing," I said low enough that only Aphrodite and Stevie Rae could hear me.
"John Wayne just totally fucked up," Aphrodite said.
"I am Lenobia." Her voice carried easily to us. I didn't think she sounded pissed. I thought she sounded like an ice storm. "I am the woman in charge of these stables and your new boss." There was a kind of uncomfortable silence when Lenobia didn't offer a hand for him to shake.
"Brrr," Aphrodite whispered. "She just reminded me of my mom, and for John Wayne that's not a good thing."
"Sam Ell iott," Stevie Rae whispered.
Aphrodite furrowed her brow at my BFF. I suppressed a sigh of hopelessness.
"He doesn't look anything like John Wayne." She continued her stage whisper. "But he looks just like Sam Ell iott."
"You watched too much regular TV when you were a kid, probably after you had dinner as a family on Saturday nights. Pathetic." Aphrodite gave Stevie Rae a dismissive shake of her head. I was thinking about how bizarre it was that Aphrodite knew about Stevie Rae's family stuff when the three of us turned our attention back to The Cowboy Show.
The man tipped his hat to Lenobia again, this time he smiled and even standing as far away as we were I could see that his eyes were sparkling.
"Well, ma'am, seems I got me some misinformation. Glad that was cleared up quick. My name is Travis Foster, and I'm pleased to meet ya, boss lady."
"And you don't mind finding out your boss is a lady?"
"No, ma'am. My momma was a lady and I never worked harder or happier than when I worked for her."
"Mr. Foster, do I remind you of your mother?"
I thought Lenobia's voice could have frozen water, but Travis didn't seem to notice. Actually, he looked like he was enjoying himself. He cocked his hat back on his head and looked down at Lenobia, like the question had been serious instead of sarcastic. "No, ma'am, not yet you don't." Lenobia didn't say anything else and I was just getting that squirmy, embarrassed feeling that awkward conversations with adults can bring about when Travis kinda shrugged, hooked a finger in the belt tab of his Wranglers, and said, "So, Lenobia, could you show me where my mare and I are gonna bunk?"
"Mare? Bunk?" Lenobia said.
"This is some great shit. I wish I had popcorn," Aphrodite said.
"She's gonna burn him with her laser vision," I said.
"Lenobia has laser vision?" Stevie Rae asked.
Aphrodite and I looked at Stevie Rae like she'd just asked if we thought Lindsay Lohan was really rehabbed.
"How 'bout I watch and not talk," Stevie Rae said.
"Thank you," Aphrodite and I said together, which made her glare at me before the three of us returned to gawking and eavesdropping.
"Well, ma'am," Travis drawled. "I told y'all 's High Priestess when she hired me that my mare and I come as a package deal, and I'd need to stable her here. Since I just wrapped up a season managing the stables at Durant Springs, I'd need a place to lodge, too." He paused, and when Lenobia didn't speak he added, "Durant Springs is in Colorado, ma'am."
"I know where it is," Lenobia snapped. "What makes you think you can stay here on campus? We have no accommodations for humans."
"Yes, ma'am, that's what the High Priestess said. Since the job needed to be filled right away, I told her I'd get along just fine bunking with Bonnie until I could find a place nearby."
"Bonnie?"
Travis rearranged his hat, the first sign he might possibly be uncomfortable. "Yes, ma'am. My mare's name is Bonnie." As if on cue, there came a giant thud! from inside the horse trailer. He moved to the rear doors while he continued to explain to Lenobia. "I'd 'preciate it if ya let me unload her. It's a long way from Colorado for a big girl."
"Do you think his horse is fat?" Stevie Rae asked quietly.
"Bumpkin, I thought you weren't going to talk," Aphrodite said.
"I think he just got his foot in the door," I said. No way was Lenobia gonna let a tired horse be hauled away to goddess only knew where.
"Unload your mare. You and I will discuss your accommodations after she's comfortable," Lenobia said.
I noticed that Travis had already been undoing the series of levers and chains that held the horse trailer's door shut, so we only had to wait a few seconds for the ramp to open.
"Come on, big girl. Baaack," Travis said in a voice that had gone from polite and at times slightly amused, to warm and gentle and sweet.
Then his horse backed out of the trailer and gasps of shock and awe came from all around us. I took my eyes from the horse long enough to see that Stevie Rae and I weren't the only gawkers. Darius, Stark, Rephaim, and most of the fledglings had somehow meandered their way over to us.
"That can't be a horse," Stevie Rae said, and even though we were several yards away from the animal, she actually took a step back.
"Holy shit. It's a dinosaur," Aphrodite said.
"I'm pretty sure it's a horse," I said, studying her. "But it's a really, really big one."
"Oh, a Percheron! She's exquisite!" Lenobia said.
Everyone stared as petite Lenobia walked up to the huge mare with no hesitation whatsoever. Totally dwarfed by the hulking equine, the Horse Mistress lifted her hand, just slightly. The mare watched her for an instant and then dropped her nose, blowing against Lenobia's palm. Lenobia, grinning like a girl, caressed the mare's gigantic muzzle and crooned to her, "Oh, you are indeed a bonnie, bonnie girl." She looked from the horse to the cowboy. The ice in her voice had totally thawed and I thought she was practically gushing. "I have not seen a Percheron since my voyage from France when I was a girl, and that's more years ago than I care to admit. There was a matched pair of the big beauties on the ship with me. I've remembered them fondly and since have been intrigued by draft horses. She's a lovely dappled gray. I imagine she'll continue to lighten as she gets older. I can tell that she's just turned five a month..." Lenobia paused, cocked her head, and stared into the horse's eye before continuing. "No, she turned five two months ago. She's belonged to you for her entire life, hasn't she?" I saw Travis blink in surprise. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. He cleared his throat. "Well, yes, ma'am." He paused and reached up to pat Bonnie's ginormically thick neck like he needed to anchor himself to something to get his sense back. I knew why he was suddenly so messed up. Everyone who had ever watched Lenobia around horses knew why. When she communed with horses Lenobia changed from really pretty to utterly, totally gorgeous, and she was doing some serious communing with the big mare, so she'd turned the full wattage of her horse adoration onto the cowboy. It wasn't that he was the intended recipient of her super attractiveness, he was just getting the fall out. But it was some serious fall out.
Travis cleared his throat again, moved his hat around, and then said, "Her momma died right after Bonnie was born-freak lightning strike in the middle of a pasture. I bottle-raised her."
Lenobia turned her gray eyes on the cowboy. She looked surprised, like she'd forgotten he was there. Her horsey adoration blinked off like she'd thrown a switch. "You did a good job. She's big, easily over eighteen hands. Well muscled. In excellent condition." Even though what she said was complimentary, her tone sounded more annoyed than nice. It was only when she glanced up and smiled at the mare that her voice and expression shifted back to adoration and true pleasure. "You are a clever girl, aren't you?" Lenobia said to Bonnie, who was standing without fidgeting, ears flicking all around, gawking at all of us about as much as we were gawking at her. "And you're confident enough to be well behaved, even in a curious, new environment." Lenobia looked from the mare to the cowboy and her expression froze over to cool cordiality. She gave one short, decisive nod. "Well then, that is that. You and Bonnie may follow me. I'll show you where you'll be stabling-the both of you." Lenobia turned and began striding back across the arena. When she reached the halfway point she stopped and addressed all of us.
"Fledglings and vampyres, this is Travis Foster. He'll be working for me. His mare's name is Bonnie. Show her the respect she deserves as a fine example of the majestic Percheron breed. Warriors, please note her size and the way she carries herself. Her ancestors were warhorses of old." I looked at the cowboy and saw him smile and nod at Lenobia's comment and pat the big mare affectionately before he threw an equally affectionate look the Horse Mistress's way. Lenobia didn't look at him at all. Instead she narrowed her eyes and included the entire group of us in her glare. "And now you can all stop staring and get back to work." Then Lenobia marched from the arena and into the stables without so much as a glance back at Bonnie and Travis, who followed her like they were moths and she was a super shiny light.
"That has interesting possibilities," Aphrodite said.
"No kidding, that mare is totally cool looking. I mean, big, but still totally cool," I said.
Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "I'm not talking about the horse, Z."
I was frowning at Aphrodite when Damien hurried up to us. "Zoey, good, there you are. You need to come back to the main building."
"You mean after sixth hour? It's almost over," I said.
"No, honey. I mean now. Your grandma's here, and I'm pretty sure she's been crying."
