Stevie Rae! Pay attention. Did you say Zoey was looking for me?
Stevie Rae did roll her eyes then. Youre supposed to be inside. Heath and Dallas and the rest of the kids are. Zoey knows that. She wanted to know where the heck you were and why youre not where youre supposed to be.
If she was that worried she could have come out here herself.
I didnt say she was worried! Stevie Rae snapped, exasperated with Eriks self-absorption. And Z has way too much on her plate to be out here babysittin you.
I dont need a damn babysitter.
Really? Then why did I have to come get you?
I dont know, why did you? I was on my way inside. I just wanted to do one more sweep of the perimeter. I thought itd be smart to go over what Heath was supposed to check. You know humans cant see shit at night.
Johnny B isnt a human and he was with Heath. Stevie Rae sighed. Just go on inside. Get something to eat and some dry clothes. One of the nuns will tell you where youre sleepin. Ill take one more check around the grounds before the sun comes up, Stevie Rae said.
If the sun comes up, Erik said, squinting up at the sky.
Stevie Rae followed his gaze, and with a sense of gawd-how-clueless-could-I-be, realized it was raining again, only the temperature was still on that line between freeze and non-freeze, so the sky was, once again, spitting ice.
This crappy weather is not what we need, Stevie Rae muttered.
Well, at least itll help cover the blood from those Raven Mockers, Erik said.
Stevie Raes gaze went quickly to Eriks face. Shit! She hadnt even thought about the blood! Had they tracked blood into the shed? Talk about leaving a glaring path that screamed Here I am! She realized Erik was expecting her to say something. Yeah, um, youre right. Maybe Ill try to kick around some ice and broken branches and stuff to cover up the blood from those three birds, she said with forced nonchalance.
Probably a good idea in case some humans actually go outside during the day. Want some help?
No, she answered too quickly, and then made herself shrug. What with my super red vamp skills and all itll just take me a second. Not a big deal.
Well, okay then. Erik started to walk away, but hesitated. Hey, you might want to give some extra attention to the blood marks at the edge of the tree line by the condos next door and the road. It was pretty nasty down there.
Okay, yeah, I know the place. She sure did.
Oh, and, where did you say Zoey was?
Uh, Erik, I dont believe I said.
Erik frowned, waited, and when Stevie Rae just continued to look at him, finally asked, Well? Where is she?
Last time I saw her she was talkin to Heath and Sister Mary Angela in the hall outside the basement. But my guess is by now shes checked on Stark and is in bed. She looked tired as hell.
Stark Erik muttered something unintelligible after the kids name, and turned back toward the abbey.
Erik! Stevie Rae called while she silently cussed herself out cause it was stupid for her to have mentioned Heath or Stark. She waited until he looked over his shoulder at her and then said, As Zs BFF, let me give ya a little piece of advice: shes been through too much today to want to deal with boyfriend issues. If shes with Heath its because shes making sure hes okaynot because shes all lovey-dovey with him. Same goes for Stark.
And? Erik said, his face expressionless.
And that means you should get something to eat, change your clothes, and take your butt to bed without trackin her down and buggin her.
She and I are together, Stevie Rae. Were going out. So how could her boyfriend caring enough about her to want to be with her be considered buggin her?
Stevie Rae suppressed a smile. Zoey was going to eat him for breakfast, spit him out, and go on about her day. She shrugged. Whatever. Im just givin ya a little advice, thats all.
Yeah, well, later. Erik turned and stomped off to the abbey.
For a smart guy, he sure makes some stupid choices, Stevie Rae said softly as she watched his broad back disappear. Course me sayin that about him is what my mama would say was a hog callin a skunk stinky.
Sighing, Stevie Raes gaze moved reluctantly down to the row of big trash bins half camouflaged by their placement next to the nuns carport. She averted her eyes, not wanting to think about the terrible crumpled bodies that had been dumped there. With the trash. She said the words slowly, as if they each held their own weight. Stevie Rae admitted to herself that Zoey and Sister Mary Angela might have been partially right in their mini counseling session with her, but that didnt make what theyd said any less annoying.
Okay, sure, shed overreacted, but the guys putting the bodies of the Raven Mockers in the trash had really jolted her, and not just because of him. Her eyes slid over to the shed that sat silently beside the green house.
What they had done with the bodies of the Raven Mockers had bothered her because she didnt believe in life being devaluedany kind of life. It was a dangerous thing to think you were godlike and could decide who was worthy of life and who wasnt. Stevie Rae knew that better than the nun or Zoey ever could. Not only had her life, well, actually, her death been messed with by a High Priestess who had begun believing she was actually a goddess, but Stevie Rae had once thought she had the right to snuff out lives according to her own needs or whims. Just remembering how it had been when shed been caught up in that anger and violence made her feel sick. Shed left those dark times behind hershed made a choice for good and light and the Goddess, and that was the path she was staying on. So when anyone decided a life meant nothing, any life, it upset her.
Or at least that was what Stevie Rae told herself as she started walking across the abbey grounds, heading totally away from the garden shed.
Keep it together, girl keep it together she kept repeating over and over as she detoured quickly down the ditch and into the tree line, heading directly for the bloodstains she remembered all too well. She found a thick, broken branch that still had a bunch of twigs attached to it, and lifted it easily, glad for the extra strength that came with her new status as fully Changed red vampyre. Using the branch like a broom, she brushed over the blood, pausing every so often to toss another broken branch, or once, a whole side of a collapsed holly bush, onto the telltale crimson pools.
Following her earlier path, she turned to her left, away from the street and back onto the nuns lawn, staying inside the fence. She hadnt gone far when, just like before, Stevie Rae found a big splotch of blood.
Only this time there wasnt a body lying on top of it.
Distracting herself by humming Kenny Chesneys (Baby) You Save Me, she hurriedly brushed over the bloodstains and then followed the trail of drops she knew shed find, kicking ice and branches over the evidence, as the blood path led her directly to the little garden shed.
She stared hard at the door, sighed, and then turned away, walking around the shed to the green house. The door was unlocked and the handle turned easily. She entered the building and paused, breathing deeply and allowing the scents of earth and growing things, mixed with the new spice of the three horses that were temporarily housed there, to soothe her senses, as the warmth of the place thawed the icy dampness that seemed to have penetrated into her soul. But she didnt allow herself to rest there long. She couldnt. She had business to take care of and not much time before dawn. Even if the sun was going to be shrouded by clouds and ice, it was still never a comfortable thing for a red vampyre to be caught outside, exposed and vulnerable, during the day.
It didnt take Stevie Rae long to find what she needed. The nuns obviously liked the old-school way of doing things. Instead of a system of modern hoses, electric switches, and metallic thingies, the sisters had buckets and dippers, watering pails with long, perforated nozzles made for gently showering baby plants, and lots of tools that were obviously as well used as they were well cared for. Stevie Rae filled a bucket with fresh water from one of the many faucets, grabbed a dipper, a few towels from a clean pile she found on a shelf used to store garden gloves and spare pots, and then, on her way out, she paused near a tray of moss that reminded her of a thick, green carpet. She stood there chewing her lip indecisively as instinct warred with her conscious mind, until she finally gave in and pulled up a long row of the moss. Then, mumbling to herself about not knowing how she knew what she knew, Stevie Rae left the green house and returned to the shed.
At the door she stopped and focused her attentionkeyed all of her keen, predator-like ability to sense, smell, see anyone, anything lurking around. Nothing. No one was outside. The sleet and the late hour were keeping everyone tucked safe and warm inside.
Everyone with any dang sense, she mumbled to herself.
She took one more look around, shifted her load so she had a free hand, and then touched the door latch. Okayokay. Just get it over with. Maybe hes dead and you wont have to deal with this great bigassed new mistake you made.
Stevie Rae clicked the latch down and pushed open the door. Automatically, she wrinkled her nose. It was jolting after the earthy simplicity of the green house, this little building that smelled like gas and oil and musty crap, all mixed with the wrong scent of his blood.
Shed left him at the other end of the shed, behind the riding mower and the shelves that held lawn care stuff like garden shears, fertilizer, and spare sprinkler parts. She peered back there and could vaguely make out a dark shape, but it wasnt moving. She listened hard and didnt hear anything except the ice spitting against the roof.
Dreading the inevitable moment when she was going to have to face him, Stevie Rae forced herself to step into the shed and close the door firmly behind her. She made her way around the mower and shelves to the creature that lay at the far end of the shed. It didnt look like hed moved since shed half dragged, half carried him there a couple of hours ago and literally tossed him into that back corner. He lay crumpled in on himself, curled into an awkward fetal position on his left side. The bullet that had torn through the upper right side of his chest, had ripped through his wing as it exited his body, utterly decimating it. The huge black wing lay bloody, shattered, and useless along his side. Stevie Rae also thought one of his ankles might be broken, as it was horribly swollen and, even in the darkness of the shed, she could see it looked bruised. Actually, his whole body looked pretty badly battered, which was no big surprise. He had been shot out of the sky and the big old oaks at the edge of the abbeys property had broken his fall enough for him not to have been killed immediately, but she really had no way of knowing how badly he was wounded. For all she knew his insides were as broken as his outsides looked. For all she knew, he was dead. He sure looked dead. She watched his chest and couldnt be 100 percent certain, but she didnt think she saw it rising or falling with his breath. He was probably dead. She kept staring at him, unwilling to move closer, and unable to turn and walk away.
Was she batshit crazy? Why hadnt she stopped to think before shed dragged him in here? She stared at him. He wasnt human. He wasnt even animal. It wasnt playing God to let him die; he should never have been born.
Stevie Rae shuddered. She continued to stand there as if she was frozen by the horror of what shed done. What would her friends say if they found out shed hidden a Raven Mocker? Would Zoey turn away from her? And what repercussions would this creatures presence cause with the red fledglings, all of the red fledglings? As if they didnt have enough dark, evil things to deal with?
The nun had been right. He shouldnt evoke pity in her. She was going to take the towels and stuff back to the green house, go inside the abbey, find Darius and tell him that there was a Raven Mocker in the shed. Then shed let the warrior do his job. If he wasnt dead already, Darius would take care of business. It would actually be putting the bird guy out of his misery. She let out a long breath she hadnt realized shed been holding in relief at her decision, and his red eyes opened and met hers.
Finish it the Raven Mockers voice was weak and filled with pain, but it was clearly, absolutely, undeniably human.
And that was it. Stevie Rae realized the reason she hadnt called Dallas and the rest of them when shed discovered him. When hed spoken before and told her to kill him, hed sounded like a real guyone who had been hurt and abandoned and scared. She hadnt been able to kill him then, and she wasnt able to turn away from him now. His voice made all the difference, because even though he looked like a being that shouldnt be possible, he sounded like a regular guy who was so desperate and in such pain that he expected the very worst to happen to him.
No, that was wrong. He didnt just expect the very worst to happen to him, he wanted it to. What he had gone through was so horrible he couldnt see any way out of it except through his own death. To Stevie Rae, even though what hed been through was largely of his own making, that made him very, very human. Shed been there. She understood such complete hopelessness.
CHAPTER 8
Stevie Rae
Stevie Rae controlled her automatic impulse to step back because guy voice or no guy voice, and the question of his humanity put temporarily aside, the honest truth was he was one big, bird guy whose blood smelled seriously wrong. And Stevie Rae was very much alone with him.
Look, I know youre hurt and all, so youre not thinkin right, but if I was gonna kill you I definitely wouldnt have dragged you in here. She made her voice sound normal and instead of backing away from him like she wanted to, she stood her ground and she met those cold red eyes that looked so bizarrely human.
Why wont you kill me? The words were little more than an agonized whisper, but the night was so silent that Stevie Rae had no trouble hearing him.