"Rephaim, I thought you were dead." "Wounded, not dead. I healed and awaited my father's return," Rephaim said.

Kalona thought that though his son's words were proper and respectful, there was something about his tone that was off, though it had always been difficult to read Rephaim as the visage of a beast tended to mask any human emotion he had. If, indeed, he had any emotion that could be classified as human.

"I learned that you have allowed yourself to be spotted by fledglings from Tulsa's House of Night."

"Darkness called. I responded. That there were fledglings there was inconsequential to me," Rephaim said.

"Not just fledglings--Stevie Rae was there, too. She saw you."

"As I said before, those beings are inconsequential to me."

"Still, it was a mistake for you to allow anyone to know you're here, and I do not tolerate mistakes," Neferet said.

Kalona saw her eyes begin to take on a reddish hue. Anger stirred within him. That he was in bondage to Neferet was bad enough--that his favorite son could be chastised and harangued by her was intolerable.

"Actually, my Queen, it could work in our favor that they are aware Rephaim remained in Tulsa. I am supposed to be banished from your side, so I cannot be seen here. If the local House of Night rabble hears rumors of a winged being, they will assume a Raven Mocker stalks the night and there will be no thought of me."

Neferet raised an arched amber brow. "A point well taken, my winged love, especially as the two of you work to bring the rogue red fledglings back to me."

"As you say, my Queen," Kalona said smoothly. "I want Zoey to return to Tulsa." Neferet abruptly changed the subject. "Those fools at the House of Night tell me she refuses to leave Skye. She is not within my reach there--and I very much want her within my reach."

"The death of the innocent should cause her to return," Rephaim said.

Neferet's green eyes narrowed. "And how do you know about this death?"

"We felt it," Kalona said. "Darkness reveled in it."

Neferet's smile was feral. "How lovely that you felt it. That ridiculous boy's death was pleasing. Though I am worried that it might have the opposite effect on Zoey. Instead of making her come rushing back to her weak, whining group of friends, it could fuel her decision to stay hidden away on that island."

"Perhaps you should harm one closer to Zoey. The Red One is like a sister to her," Kalona said.

"True, and that wretched Aphrodite has become close to her as well," Neferet said, tapping her chin, considering.

An odd noise coming from his son drew Kalona's attention to Rephaim. "Did you have something to add, my son?"

"Zoey is hiding on Skye. She believes you cannot reach her there, is that not true?" Rephaim asked.

"We cannot," Neferet said, irritation making her voice hard and cold. "No one can breach the boundaries of Sgiach's kingdom."

"You mean like no one was supposed to be able to breach the boundaries of Nyx's Realm?" Rephaim said.

Neferet skewered him with her emerald eyes. "Do you dare to be impertinent?"

"Make your point, Rephaim," Kalona said. "Father, you already breached a seemingly impossible boundary by entering Nyx's Otherworld, even after the Goddess herself banished you. Use your connection to Zoey. Reach her through her dreams. Let her understand she cannot hide from you. That, the death of her friend, and Neferet's return to her House of Night should be enough to coax the young High Priestess out of seclusion."

"She is not a High Priestess. She is a fledgling!

And the Tulsa House of Night is mine, not hers!" Neferet practically shrieked. "No. I have had enough of your father's connection to her. It didn't bring about her death, so I want it severed. If Zoey is to be lured from Sgiach, I will do it by using Stevie Rae or Aphrodite--or perhaps both of them. They need a lesson in showing me the proper respect."

"As you wish, my Queen," Kalona said, sending his son a pointed look. Rephaim met his gaze, hesitated, and then he, too, bowed his head and said softly, "As you wish..."

"Good, then that is that. Rephaim, local news reports say that there has been gang violence near Will Rogers High School. The gang is cutting throats and draining blood. I believe if we follow that gang we'll find the rogue red fledglings. Do that. Discreetly."

Rephaim didn't speak, but he bowed his head in acknowledgment.

"And now I'm going to luxuriate in that lovely marble bathtub in the other room. Kalona, my love, I will join you in our bed very soon."