"I'm a poet. I can figure out some serious iambic pentameter. That means I can boss around a few scared, sleepy kids."

Lenobia smiled at the girl. She'd liked her even before she'd died, and then come back as a red fledgling who had such prophetic poetic skills that she'd been named the new Vampyre Poet Laureate. "Thank you, Kramisha. I knew I could count on you. Be sure you hurry. I don't need to tell you, but dawn is getting too close."

Kramisha snorted. "You tellin' me? I'll be crispier than that barn if I'm not inside and under cover soon."

As Kramisha hurried off, calling to the scattered fledglings, Lenobia faced Erik and Shaylin. "The three of us need to search the field house."

"Yeah, I agree," Erik said. "Let's go."

Shaylin held back, though, and Lenobia noticed she shook his hand off her shoulder. Not in an irritated or mean way, but in a distracted way. She watched the young red fledgling gaze skyward and sigh. Lenobia caught a sense of importance-a sense of waiting or wanting.

"What is it?" Lenobia asked the girl, even though the last thing she should have been doing was giving attention to a distracted, strange, red fledgling.

Still gazing upwards, Shaylin said, "Where's the rain when you need it?"

"Huh?" Erik shook his head at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Rain. I really, really wish it would rain." The girl looked from the sky to him and shrugged, appearing a little embarrassed. "I swear I could smell it in the air. It would help the firemen and make double sure the fire didn't spread to the rest of the school."

"The humans are handling the fire. We need to check out the field house. I don't like that Neferet was seen going in there."

Lenobia began heading toward the field house, assuming the two of them would follow her, but she hesitated when Shaylin still resisted. Turning on her, ready to call the fledgling to task for either insolence or ignorance, Erik beat her to it by saying something.

"Hey, this is important." He spoke in a low, urgent voice to Shaylin. "Let's go with Lenobia and check out the field house. The firemen can get the rest of this stuff under control." When Shaylin continued to hold back and resisted going toward the field house, he said, more loudly, "What's going on with you? Since Thanatos and Dragon, and even Zoey and her group aren't here, we need to be careful about not letting everyone know what we might-"

"Erik, I do think Lenobia's right," Shaylin cut him off. "It's just, I want to know what's going to happen to her."

Lenobia followed Shaylin's gaze to see Nicole, still sitting on the bench, between the two infirmary vampyres, looking soot-smudged and pink-skinned.

"She's one of Dallas's red fledglings. I wouldn't be surprised if she had something to do with the fire," Erik said, clearly annoyed. "Lenobia, I think you should make Nicole go to the infirmary, and then keep her locked in there until we figure out what the hell really happened here."

Before Lenobia could respond, Shaylin was speaking. She sounded firm and much wiser than her sixteen years. "No. Have her go to the infirmary to be sure she's okay, but don't lock her up."

"Shaylin, you don't know what you're talking about. Nicole is with Dallas," Erik said.

"Well, she's not with him right now. She's changing," Shaylin said.

"She did help me get the horses out," Lenobia said. "If she was involved in the fire it would have been a lot easier for her to slip away in the smoke. I would have never known she was there."

"That makes sense. Her colors are different-better." Then Shaylin, firmness and wisdom dissipating, looked big-eyed at Lenobia and said, "Ah oh. Sorry. I said too much. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut."

"What atrocity has been committed on the school grounds this night!" The voice thundered over Lenobia. Across the school grounds, moving quickly toward them, was a phalanx of vampyres and fledglings with Thanatos in their lead, Zoey and Stevie Rae on either side of her and, bizarrely enough, Kalona, wings unfurled defensively, striding along with them just behind Thanatos, as if he had suddenly become Death's Guardian Angel.

It was at that moment that the night sky opened and it began to rain.

CHAPTER THREE

Zoey

I'd known it before we saw the fire trucks and the smoke. I'd known all hell had broken loose at the House of Night the moment Thanatos had witnessed the truth of Neferet's crimes. That night it had been proven beyond all doubt that Neferet was on the side of Darkness. Thanatos hadn't wasted any time outing her. On the way back to the school from Grandma's lavender farm, the High Priestess of Death had made the emergency call to Italy and officially informed the Vampyre High Council that Neferet was no longer a Priestess of Nyx-that she'd chosen Darkness as her Consort. Neferet had been seen for who she really was, something I'd wanted since I'd first realized her disgusting truth. Only, now that I'd gotten my wish, I had a terrible feeling that outing Neferet would serve more to free her than to force her to pay the consequences for her lies and betrayals.