Burned. Part 32

"If I get her back, whole and in her body, I'm not gonna ever let any other guy stress me again," Stark said.

"When," he said solemnly. Stark's brow furrowed. Heath sighed and explained. "When you get her back, not if. I'm not gonna leave her if you can't be sure about what you're doing." you get her back, not if. I'm not gonna leave her if you can't be sure about what you're doing."

Stark nodded. "Okay, you're right. When When I get her back. I am sure I'm doing the right thing; I get her back. I am sure I'm doing the right thing; we're we're doing the right thing. It's just that I know no matter what, it's gonna end up hurting Zoey." doing the right thing. It's just that I know no matter what, it's gonna end up hurting Zoey."

"Yeah, I know." Heath's chin jerked in Zoey's direction. "But nothing's as bad as what's happening to her right now." Heath bowed his head for a moment and then slapped each of his shoulders, like he was banging against his football uniform's shoulder pads. He shook himself, blew out a long breath, and then raised his head to meet Stark's eyes one last time. "Make sure she knows I don't want her to be all snot crying and freaked about me. Remind her for me that she's seriously unattractive when she's like that."

"I will."

"Oh, speaking of, you'd better get used to carrying around Kleenex in your pockets, 'cause I'm not even exaggerating. Zo's snot cry is nasty."

"Okay, yeah, I'll do it."

Heath held out his hand to Stark. "Take care of her for me."

Stark grasped his forearm. "Warrior to Warrior, I give you my Oath on it."

"Good, 'cause I'm gonna hold you to your Oath next time I see you."

Heath dropped Stark's arm, drew another deep breath, and stepped away from their concealment. He tried not to think about what was going to happen.

Instead, he looked at Zoey and saw beyond the shadowlike thing she was becoming, and thought about the girl he'd loved since he was a kid. He could see the uneven bangs she'd cut for herself in fourth grade. He smiled, thinking of her tomboy time in middle school, when her knees had stayed bruised and scabby for months and months. Then there was the summer before her freshman year when he'd gone on vacation with his family for a month and left her gangly and awkward, but had come back to discover she'd turned into a young G.o.ddess. His young G.o.ddess.

"Hey, Zo," he said as he caught up and fell into step with her restless, circular pacing.

"Heath! I was just wondering where you were. I, uh, stopped here so you could catch up with me. I missed you."

"You're fast, Zo. I caught you soon as I could." He looped her arm though his. Her skin felt scarily cold. "How ya doin', babe?"

"I don't know. I feel kinda weird. Dizzy but heavy, too. Do you know what's wrong with me, Heath?"

"Yeah, babe, I do." He stopped walking, but kept her arm linked with his, so that she was forced to stop, too. "Your soul's shattered, Zo. We're in the Otherworld, remember?"

Her big dark eyes met his, and for an instant, she almost seemed like her old self. "Yeah, I remember now, and I'm telling you, it's a big bunch of bullp.o.o.pie!"

Tears made his vision of her swim, but he blinked hard and smiled. "d.a.m.n right it is, but I know how to fix things."

"You do? That's great, but, uh, can you fix things while I walk 'cause this standing still stuff is just not working for me."

Instead of letting her go, Heath put his hands firmly on her shoulders and forced her to stay there and look into his eyes.

"You gotta pull the pieces of your soul together and then get to your body back there in the real world. You gotta do it for your friends-for Stark-for your grandma. Zo, you even gotta do it for me."

Zoey's body twitched, but he could see she was making an effort to hold herself still.

"Not without you, Heath. I don't want to go back to the real world without you."

"I know, babe," he said softly. "But sometimes you gotta do stuff you don't want to do. Like me right now-I don't want to leave you, but it's time for me to move on."

Her eyes widened, and her hands went up to cover his gripping her shoulders. "You can't leave me, Heath! I'll die if you leave me."

"No, babe. You'll do the opposite. You'll pull yourself together, and you'll live."

"No, no, no! You can't leave me." Zoey started crying. "I can't be here without you!"

"That's what I'm trying to get you to see, Zo. If I'm not here, you'll go back where you belong and stop being this pathetic, ghost thing you're turning into."

"Okay, no. No. I'll pull myself together. Just stay here. Stay with me. It'll be fine, you'll see. I promise, Heath."

He'd known she'd say something like that, so he was ready with his answer, but that didn't make it break his heart any less. "It's not just about you, Zo. It's also about what's right for me. It's time I move on to another realm."

"What do you mean? Heath, I don't understand," she sobbed.

"I know you don't, babe. I don't really understand it, but I can feel it," he said truthfully. As he spoke, the right words came to him, and as they did, peace filled Heath, soothing his heartache and making him know beyond all else he really was doing the right thing. "I did die too soon. I want my life, Zo. I want my chance."

"I-I'm sorry, Heath. It's my fault, and I can't give your life back to you."

"No one can, Zo. But I can have another shot at life. Not if I stay here with you, though. If I stay here, I'll never have lived, and neither will you."

Zoey had stopped sobbing, but tears still leaked from her eyes, flooding her cheeks and dripping down her face as if she were standing outside during a rainy summer day.

"I can't. I can't go on without you."

Heath shook her gently and made himself smile. "Yeah, you can. If I can do it, you can, too. 'Cause you know you're smarter and stronger than I am, Zo. You always have been."

"No, Heath," Zoey whispered.

"I want you to remember something, Zo. It's important, and it'll make more sense when you have yourself together again. I'm gonna leave here and get another chance at life. You're gonna be a big, famous vamp High Priestess. That means you're gonna live like a gazillion years. I'll find you again. I'll find you again. Even if it takes a hundred of those years. I promise you, Zoey Redbird, we'll be together again." Heath pulled her into his arms and kissed her, trying through touch to show her that his love was never-ending. When he finally forced himself to let her go, he thought he saw understanding in her haunted, shocked gaze. "I'll love you forever, Zo." Even if it takes a hundred of those years. I promise you, Zoey Redbird, we'll be together again." Heath pulled her into his arms and kissed her, trying through touch to show her that his love was never-ending. When he finally forced himself to let her go, he thought he saw understanding in her haunted, shocked gaze. "I'll love you forever, Zo."

Then Heath turned and walked away from his true love. The air before him opened, curtainlike, and he stepped from one realm to another and disappeared completely.

Utterly broken, Zoey staggered back to the cedar tree. Silent as a corpse, with tears leaking steadily down her face, she resumed her circular pacing.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT.

Kalona Kalona couldn't tell how long he'd been in Nyx's realm.

At first it'd been such a jolt to be wrenched from his body by the Darkness Neferet harnessed that, physically and spiritually, he'd been unaware of anything except the awe and fear of having returned to Her realm.

He hadn't forgotten the beauty of the place-the pure wonder of the Otherworld and the magic it held for him. Especially for him.

He'd been different when he'd belonged there.

He'd been a force for Light, protecting Nyx against anything Darkness could conjure to attempt to sway the balance of the world toward the evil and pain and selfishness and despair on which it thrived.

For centuries uncountable, Kalona had protected his G.o.ddess against everything except himself.

Ironic that it had been love that Darkness had used to bring him down.

Still more ironic that, after he'd fallen, Light had also used love to entrap him.

He wondered briefly if love could possibly do anything worse to him than it already had. Was he even capable of it anymore?

He didn't love Neferet. He'd used her to free himself of the earth's imprisonment, and then, in turn, she'd used him for her own means.

Did he love Zoey?

He didn't want to be the cause of her destruction, but guilt wasn't love. Regret wasn't love, either. They also weren't strong enough emotions to make him want to sacrifice the freedom of his body to save her.

Moving through the G.o.ddess's realm, the fallen immortal had put all questions of love and its painful trappings from his mind and focused on the task at hand.

The first step was to find Zoey.

The second was to be certain she could not return to the earthly realm, so that he could reclaim his body and fulfill the oath he'd sworn to Neferet.

Finding Zoey hadn't been difficult. He'd only had to concentrate his will on her, and his spirit had ridden the tide of Darkness directly to her-to the fragmented pieces of her soul.

The human boy he'd killed was there with her, or rather he was with the part of her that was most purely Zoey in this lifetime.

It was odd to see him comforting her-rea.s.suring her-and then, somehow, instinctively, guiding her to the G.o.ddess's sacred grove. A place so purely made of Nyx's essence that, as long as the balance of Light and Dark remained in place in the world, no evil could ever enter it.

Kalona remembered the grove well. It was within it that he had first realized his love for Nyx. In that terrible time before he chose to fall from Her, it was the only place he could go to find even a small measure of peace.

He'd tried to enter again. To follow Zoey and Heath and be finished with this burden Neferet's machinations had laid upon him, but Kalona had been unable to breach the barrier of the sacred grove. The attempt had left him weak and breathless, reminding him all too well of the way he felt whenever he was entrapped by the earth.

This time it was the peace and magic of the G.o.ddess's earth that had rejected him, and not imprisoned him.

He had been too much a part of Darkness for Nyx's grove to accept him.

Kalona half-expected Nyx to appear before him at any moment-accuse him of being the interloper he so obviously was-and, again, cast him from her realm.

But the G.o.ddess did not appear. It seemed Neferet was correct. Had it been his body and and soul that Nyx had banished, Erebus himself would have met him to do his G.o.ddess's bidding and, with the all the powers of a divine consort, driven his spirit from the Other-world. soul that Nyx had banished, Erebus himself would have met him to do his G.o.ddess's bidding and, with the all the powers of a divine consort, driven his spirit from the Other-world.

So Kalona was allowed this freedom, freedom, this G.o.ddess-be-d.a.m.ned this G.o.ddess-be-d.a.m.ned choice choice to return and glimpse what he most desired but could never have. to return and glimpse what he most desired but could never have.

Anger, familiar and safe, boiled within the immortal.

He stalked Zoey and the boy. It didn't take Kalona long to realize that by simply forcing them to stay within the grove, he would eventually accomplish his task.

Zoey was fading away from herself. She was becoming an unresting Caoinic Shi', and as such, she would never return to her body.

The thought of Zoey turning into a being not living and not dead, eternally unable to rest, gave Kalona a curiously painful feeling.

Feeling again! Would he ever be rid of it? Yes. There must be a way. Perhaps Neferet had been right. Perhaps it would be as easy as ridding himself of Zoey. Then he would be free of the guilt and desire and loss she evoked in him. again! Would he ever be rid of it? Yes. There must be a way. Perhaps Neferet had been right. Perhaps it would be as easy as ridding himself of Zoey. Then he would be free of the guilt and desire and loss she evoked in him.

Even as the thought came to him, Kalona knew he would not be free of her if he left her here to become a wraith, a mere shade of herself. The knowledge of that would haunt him for eternity.

Kalona reconsidered as, from outside the grove, he watched Heath by Zoey's side, attempting to comfort her when comfort was impossible.

He does love her, and she him. It surprised Kalona that he felt no anger or jealousy at the thought. It was simple fact. Had the world not turned upside down for Zoey, she might have spent an innocent, mundane, happy lifetime with this human boy. It surprised Kalona that he felt no anger or jealousy at the thought. It was simple fact. Had the world not turned upside down for Zoey, she might have spent an innocent, mundane, happy lifetime with this human boy.

And with sudden clarity, Kalona understood how he could rid himself of Zoey and fulfill Neferet's oath.

She would be content here with the boy, and her contentment was enough to soothe the guilt he felt at being the impetus behind her death. She would be here, in Nyx's grove, with her childhood love, and Kalona would return to the earthly realm free of his entanglement with her. It would be an action for good if she remained, It would be an action for good if she remained, Kalona rationalized. Kalona rationalized. She would never know earthly worries and pain again. She would never know earthly worries and pain again. It seemed a satisfying solution. It seemed a satisfying solution.

Kalona put out of his mind the thought of what it would be like to be bereft of the only person who, in two lifetimes, had reminded him of his lost G.o.ddess and truly made him feel feel.

Instead, he concentrated on the boy. Heath was the key. It was his death that had caused her soul to shatter, and it was guilt over his death that kept her from being whole again. Foolish human! Does he not know only he can a.s.suage her guilt and allow the healing of her soul? Foolish human! Does he not know only he can a.s.suage her guilt and allow the healing of her soul?

No, of course he didn't. He was only a boy, and not a very insightful one at that. He'd have to be led to the realization.

But the boy was in the grove, and Kalona was denied entrance there. So Kalona hovered and observed, and when the boy's anger spilled over to rage and blood, he used that sliver of base emotion to whisper to him, guide him, send him on his way.

Nearly content, Kalona withdrew to the edge of the grove to wait. The boy would help Zoey mend her soul, but she wouldn't leave him-not if he was the vehicle through which she was made whole again. So it was only a matter of time, and a very little amount of time at that, before her earthly body perished without her spirit.

Then he could return to his own body, and his oath to Neferet would be fulfilled. Then, Then, Kalona thought grimly, Kalona thought grimly, I will be sure the Tsi Sgili never gains control over me. I will be sure the Tsi Sgili never gains control over me.

Smug in his rationalizations and internal deception, the immortal didn't see Stark enter the grove, so he didn't witness Zoey's world turning upside down again.

Stark Stark watched Heath step through the curtain from one realm to the next. For a moment, he couldn't make himself move, not even to go to Zoey.

He'd been right. Heath was braver than he was. Stark bowed his head, and whispered, "Be with Heath, Nyx, and somehow let him find Zoey again in this lifetime." Stark's lips curled up, and he added, "Even if it will cause me a pretty big pain in the a.s.s later on."

Then Stark lifted his chin, wiped his eyes, and left the concealing rock, going quickly and silently to Zoey.

She looked scary bad. Her matted hair lifted in a strange breeze that seemed to whisper around her as she paced, as if moving in time to a ghostly wind. Just before she saw Stark, she raised her hand to brush back some of it from her face, and he saw that her hand and even her arm suddenly looked transparent.

She was literally fading away.

"Zoey, hey, it's me."

The sound of his voice acted on her like an electric shock. Her body jerked, and Zoey whirled around to face him. "Heath!"

"No. It's Stark. I-I'm sorry about Heath," he blurted, feeling stupid but not knowing what else to say.

"He's gone." She looked blankly at the place Heath had stood before he disappeared, and then her pacing took her around the circle again, and her anguished gaze moved to Stark's face.

He knew when she recognized him because she staggered to a stop, wrapping her arms around herself as if in protection from a blow.

"Stark!" She shook her head from side to side, over and over. "No, not you, too!"

He knew what she must be thinking and went to her instantly, pulling her stiff, cold body into his arms and holding her close. "I'm not dead." He said the words slowly and carefully, looking into her face. "Do you understand, Zoey? I'm here, but my body is just fine. It's back in the real world with yours. Neither one of us is dead."