This fire was Neferet's work. It reeks of her Darkness, Aurox thought. He didn't allow himself to consider what that fire might have destroyed. He focused only on following his instinct, which was telling him he had to return to the House of Night to find himself and his redemption. Aurox's heart was beating hard as he slipped within the shadow of the wall and made his way silently and swiftly around the east boundary of the school until he came to an old oak that had been split so violently that part of it rested against the school's wall.

It was a simple thing, really, to scale the rough wall, grasp the winter nude branches of the shattered tree, and then drop to the ground on the other side. Aurox crouched in the shadow of the tree. As he'd hoped, the brightness of the sun had emptied the school grounds, keeping fledglings and vampyres within the stone buildings, behind darkly curtained windows. He moved around the split base of the tree, studying the House of Night.

It was the stables that had burned. He could see that easily. It didn't seem that the fire had spread, though it had left an exterior wall to the stables collapsed. That damaged opening had already been draped by a thick black tarp. Aurox pressed closer to the tree. Picking his way over the splintered fragments of its broken base, and its tangled mess of limbs, Aurox wondered why no one had thought to clear the wreckage of the tree from the otherwise meticulously cared for grounds. But he didn't have time to wonder for long. A huge raven suddenly landed on a drooping limb right before him and began a terrible and loud series of croaks and whistles and oddly disturbing clucks.

"Go! Be gone!" Aurox whispered, making shooing noises at the big bird, which only made the creature explode in more of the croaking noises. Aurox lunged forward, intent on throttling the thing and his foot caught on an exposed root. He fell forward, hitting the ground heavily. To his shock, he kept falling as the earth opened under the weight of his body and he hurled, headfirst, down ... down ...

There was a terrible pain in his right temple, and then Aurox's world went black.

CHAPTER FIVE

Zoey

I'd fallen asleep wrapped in Stark's arms, so waking up to him shaking me while he glared and almost shouted, "Zoey! Wake up! Stop it! I mean it!" was totally confusing.

"Stark? Huh?" I sat up, dislodging Nala, who'd made herself into a fat orange donut on my hip. "Mee-uf-ow!" Nala grumbled and padded to the end of the bed. I looked from my cat to my Warrior-they were both staring at me like I'd committed mass murder. "What?" I said around a big yawn. "I was just sleeping."

Stark grabbed his pillow and wadded it behind him so that he was propped up in bed. He crossed his arms, shook his head, and looked away from me. "I think you were doing a lot more than just sleeping."

I wanted to strangle him.

"Seriously, what is wrong with you?" I asked him.

"You said his name."

"Whose name?" I blinked, having a flashback to that creepy old movie Invasions of the Body Snatchers and wondering if Stark had turned into a pod person.

"Heath's!" Stark scowled. "Three times. It woke me up." Still not looking at me, he said, "What were you dreaming?"

What he'd said had shocked the hell out of me, making me mentally scramble. What the hell had I been dreaming? I thought back. I remembered Stark kissing me before I went to sleep. I remembered the kiss was super hot, but I'd been super tired and instead of doing more than kissing him back, I'd put my head on his shoulder and totally passed out. After that I didn't remember a thing until he was shaking me and yelling at me to stop it.

"I have not one clue," I said honestly.

"You don't have to lie to me."

"Stark, I wouldn't lie to you." I brushed my hair from my face and then touched his arm. "I don't remember dreaming about anything."

He looked at me then. His eyes were sad. "You were calling Heath. I'm sleeping right here next to you, but you were calling for him."

The way he sounded made my heart squeeze. I hated that I'd hurt him. I could have told him it was ridiculous of him to be mad at me for something I'd said when I was asleep-something I hadn't even remembered, but ridiculous or not, Stark's hurt was real. I slid my hand in his.

"Hey," I said softly. "I'm sorry."

He threaded his fingers with mine. "Do you wish he was here instead of me?"

"No," I said. I'd loved Heath since I was a kid, but I wouldn't trade Stark for him. Of course, the rest of the truth was that had Stark been the one killed, I wouldn't have traded Heath for him, either. But that was definitely something Stark didn't need to hear-not now-not ever.