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Marked House of Night Book 1 by P. Free Hess, a pediatrician and mother, had learned about the chilling videos. My love ended in heartbreak and flame once.
Once was too much.
If Travis is not Martin I do not want to open myself to him—to take a chance on loving another human. And if he is Martin returned to me, I cannot bear the inevitable, that I will lose him again. Vampyre or not, at her core she would eternally be a girl who loved mornings and horses and a tall, cappuccino skinned human who had died long ago when he had been far too young.
Her shoulders slumped. His renewed memory was a double-edged sword—on one side she loved recalling his smile, his scent, his touch. On the other his memory also evoked the void his absence had left. For more than two hundred years Lenobia had grieved for a lost possibility—a wasted life. Destroyed by flames of hatred and obsession and evil. She must regain control over her emotions. Evil was still burning a swath through Light and goodness. She drew in a deep, centering breath and turned her thoughts to a subject that never failed to calm her, no matter how chaotic the world around her had become—horses— Mujaji, in particular.
Feeling calmer now, Lenobia reached out again with that extra special part of her spirit that Nyx had touched, and gifted with an affinity for horses, the day sixteen-year-old Lenobia had been Marked. She found her mare easily, and instantly felt guilty at the mirrored agitation she sensed in Mujaji. It will pass, I give you my vow, sweet one. Lenobia closed her eyes and released a long breath. She could envision her mare, black and beautiful as the night, finally settling down, cocking a back leg, and falling into a dreamless sleep.
Tomorrow, she promised herself sleepily, tomorrow I will make it clear to Travis that we will never be more than employer and employee. The color of his eyes and the way he makes me feel, all of that will begin to ease when I distance myself from him. It must … it must … Finally, Lenobia slept. Thankfully, classes were over for the night, so when the big Maine coon met her in the middle of the field house it was dimly lit and empty—no students were about; Dragon Lankford himself was also absent, but probably only temporarily.
She had seen only a few red fledglings on her way there. Neferet smiled, satisfied at the thought of how she added the rogue reds to the House of Night. The knowledge that she was assuring future pain and suffering for Zoey pleased Neferet immeasurably, but she was too disciplined to allow herself to begin gloating before the sacrificial spell was complete and her commands were set into motion.
Though the school was unusually quiet tonight, almost abandoned, the truth was anyone could happen into the field house. Neferet needed to work quickly and quietly. There would be ample time to revel over the fruits of her labors later.
She spoke softly to the cat, coaxing him closer to her, and when he was near enough she knelt to his level. Neferet had thought he would be leery of her—cats knew things.
They were much harder to fool than humans, fledglings, or even vampyres. Neferet beckoned. Shadowfax came to her, slowly closing the last bit of distance between them. His obedience was all that concerned Neferet. His fur was soft and thick over his lithe, athletic body. Such a shame he was needed for a greater purpose. A higher purpose. She used her Goddess-given affinity for felines and channeled warmth and reassurance through her palm and into the already trusting feline.
The big cat made no sound. His body spasmed, trying to jerk away from her, but her hand fisted in his fur, holding him so close that his blood sprayed, hot and wet, across the bodice of her green velvet dress.
The threads of Darkness that were always present around Neferet throbbed and quivered with anticipation.
Neferet ignored them. Working quickly, while the cat was still living, Neferet began the spell. Aurox, obey me! She felt their eagerness, their need, their desire, their danger.
But above all else, she felt their power. The spell cast.
Do as I command. Force Aurox to kill Rephaim. Make Stevie Rae break the circle. Cause the reveal spell to fail. Neferet gazed after them, smiling in satisfaction. One particular thread of darkness, thick as her forearm, whipped through the door that opened from the field house to the stables. Curious, the Tsi Sgili glided forward. Being careful to make no noise, and cloaking herself in shadow, Neferet peered into the stables. Her emerald eyes widened in pleased surprise. The thick thread of Darkness had been clumsy.
It had knocked one of the gas lanterns from its resting place on a peg that hung not far from the piles of neatly stacked hay Lenobia was always so meticulous about choosing for her creatures. Neferet watched, fascinated, as first one tuft of hay caught fire, sputtered, and then with a renewed surge of yellow, and a mighty whoosh! Neferet looked down the long line of closed, wooden stalls.
She could see only the faint, dark outlines of a few of the horses. Most were sleeping. Some were lazily grazing, already settled down for the approaching dawn and the rest the sun would bring them until it set and students arrived for their never ending classes. She glanced back at the hay. An entire bale was engulfed in flame. The scent of smoke drifted to her, and she could hear crackling as, like a loosed beast, the fire fed and grew.
Neferet turned away from the stable, closing the thick door between it and the field house securely. It seems likely that Stevie Rae may not be the only one who will be grieving after tonight. Lenobia The Horse Mistress awakened with a horrid feeling of forboding.
Confused, Lenobia rubbed her hands over her face. Resolutely, Lenobia drew a deep, cleansing breath. It was with that deep breath that Lenobia smelled it—fire. A burning stable to be specific.
She clenched her teeth together. Begone, ghosts of the past! I am too old to play these games. Then an ominous cracking sound had Lenobia shaking off the last of the sleep that had clouded her mind as she moved quickly to the window and drew aside the heavy black drapes.
The Horse Mistress looked down at her stables and gasped in horror. Instead it was a living nightmare. Flames were licking the sides of the building and as she stared, the double doors just at the edge of her vision were thrown open from the inside and against a backdrop of billowing smoke and consuming flames was the silhouette of a tall cowboy leading a huge gray Percheron and a night black mare from within.
Travis let loose of the mares, shooing them into the school grounds and away from the flaming stables, and then he ran back into the flaming mouth of the building. Everything within Lenobia came alive as the sight extinguished her fear and doubt. Not again. I am no longer a frightened girl. This time his end will be different!
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Smoke was seeping snake-like from under the door. She controlled her panic and pressed her palm against the wood. The fire burned most fiercely at the far end of the building in the area where the hay and feed were stored.
Out, Persephone— go! Lenobia nudged the roan mare, who was frozen from fright and refusing to leave her stall. Where are you? Easy, Anjo. Get out of there and call !
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Lenobia looked through the smoke and flames to see a fledgling jogging toward her, leading an utterly panicked sorrel mare. At her touch the mare quieted, and Lenobia unhooked her lead rope, encouraging her to gallop through the nearby doorway after the other escaping horses.
But even she was scared. Real scared. But there was no time to question the child. No time for anything except getting the horses—and Travis—to safety. Can you go back in there? I can do that.
She sounded breathless and frightened, but without hesitation she followed Lenobia and they jogged back into the swirling heat of the stables.The school seemed to have exploded. Either way, she had no intention of watching the one murder the other directly in front of her eyes.
Being careful to make no noise, and cloaking herself in shadow, Neferet peered into the stables. She sounded breathless and frightened, but without hesitation she followed Lenobia and they jogged back into the swirling heat of the stables. But Stevie Rae, like me, knew a very different Nicole. Lawrence Nellie March and Jill Banford manage an ailing Berkshire farm at the time of the First World War, a task which is made all the more complicated by the f Low and vivid in the darkness of the banyan-trees, it lifted the zig-zag outline of its tiled roofs, one behind the other, against the dark background of the garden, with one crude line of letters and numerals that dated the whole: a roof over each gallery and verandah, a roof over each room, receding into one long outline of irregular roofs.