Zoey was closer to him. Just a few yards away, but like him she, too, was running. Stark watched her lift her hands. At the same moment she commanded, Spirit! Come to me! Kalona lifted his hands, too, cupping Heath's face almost as if he were caressing him. Then in one swift, unstoppable movement, the fallen immortal twisted Heath's head, cleanly breaking his neck and killing him instantly. In a voice torn from her soul, and so filled with anguish Stark hardly recognized her, Zoey screamed, "No!" and threw the glowing ball of spirit at Kalona. Kalona dropped Heath and whirled around to face her, his expression utterly shocked. The power of the element hit him, hurling him into the air and throwing him over the wall and into the ocean where, with a cry of despair, Kalona's enormous wings lifted him from the water and carried him up and into the cold night. But Stark didn't give a shit about Kalona or even Heath. It was Zoey he ran to. She lay crumpled on the ground not far from Heath's body. She was facedown, and Stark knew the terrible truth before he reached her. Still, he dropped to his knees and rolled her gently over. Her eyes were open and staring, but vacant. Except for the sapphire outline of a normal fledgling's Mark, all of her tattoos were gone. Darius reached them first. He dropped beside Zoey, feeling for a pulse.

She lives, Darius said. Then he processed what he saw and gasped, Goddess! Her tattoos. He touched Zoey's face gently. I don't understand. Shaking his head in confusion, his gaze lit on Heath. Is the boy-- He's dead, Stark said, amazed his voice sounded so normal when everything inside him was screaming. Aphrodite and Damien ran up. Oh, Goddess! Aphrodite said, crouching beside Zoey's head. Her tattoos! Zoey! Damien cried. Stark heard Jack and the Twins join them. They were crying. But all he could do was pull her more tightly into his arms and hold her close. He had to protect her. He had to. It was Aphrodite whose voice finally penetrated his grief and got through to him. Stark! We have to get Zoey back to the palace. Someone there can help her. She's still alive. Stark met Aphrodite's gaze. Her body breathes for right now, but that's it. What are you talking about? She's still alive, Aphrodite repeated stubbornly. Zoey saw Kalona kill Heath and she called spirit to try to stop him, but she was too late to save him. Just like I was too late to save her, Stark's mind shrieked. But in the calm voice of a stranger, he continued explaining. When she threw spirit at Kalona, Zoey knew she was too late, and her soul shattered. I know because I'm bound to her soul and I felt it shatter. Zoey's not here anymore. This is just her empty shell. Then James Stark, Zoey Redbird's Warrior, bowed his head and began to cry.

Epilogue

I breathed a long, contented sigh. Peace . . . Seriously, I couldn't remember ever feeling so stress-free. Goddess, it was a gorgeous day. The sun was amazing--all golden and glowy in a sky so birthday-cake-icing blue that it should have hurt my eyes. But it didn't.

Which was kinda weird. Bright sunlight should hurt my eyes. Huh. Oh, well. Whatever. The meadow was totally beautiful. It reminded me of something. I started to try to remember, but decided I didn't want to think that hard. The day was too pretty to think. I just wanted to breathe in the sweet summer air and breathe out all the stupid tension that had been coiled like a slinky inside my body.

The grass was waving around my legs softly, like delicate feathers. Feathers. What was it about feathers? Nope. No thinking. I smiled as my words became visible, creating sparkly purple patterns in the air. In front of me was a line of trees that were filled with white flowers that reminded me of snowflakes. The wind brushed gently through their branches, making music on the air that I danced to, skipping and pirouetting through the grove, breathing deeply of the blossoms' sweet scent.

I wondered for a second where I was, but it didn't seem all that important. Or at least not as important as the peace and the music and the dancing. Then I wondered how I'd gotten here. That stopped me. Okay, well, it didn't really stop me. It just slowed me down. That's when I heard it. It was a zing, plop! sound. It seemed comfortingly familiar, so I followed it through the grove. More blue peeked through the trees, this time it reminded me of topaz or aquamarines. Water. With a happy little cry I ran out of the trees to the bank of an amazingly clear lake.

Zing, plop! The sound was coming from around a little bend in the lake's shore, so I followed it, humming my favorite song from Hairspray softly to myself. The dock jutted out onto the lake, perfect for fishing. And, sure enough, there was a guy sitting on the end of the dock, casting out his line with a little zing and then a plop! as it hit the water. It was strange. I didn't know who he was, but suddenly a terrible panic intruded on my wonderful, beautiful day. No! I didn't want to see him! I was shaking my head and starting to back away when I stepped on a twig and the snap had him turning around.