P. C. Cast - Awakened

Kristin and I would like to dedicate this book to LGBT teens.

Gender preference does not define you.

Your spirit defines you.

It gets better.

We heart you.

No matter what they say, life is really about love, always love.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

As always, we would like to thank our St. Martins Press family; its great to be able to say we honestly love and respect our publisher!

We heart our agent, Meredith Bernstein, without whom the House of Night would not exist.

Thank you to our fans, who are the smartest, coolest, Best Readers in the Universe!

And a special thank-you to our hometown supporters who have made the House of Night Tulsa Tour such fun.

We heart Stephen Schwartz, for allowing us to use the lyrics of his magickal song. (Jack hearts you, too, Stephen!)

P. S. To Joshua Dean from Phyllis: Thanks for the quotes. Heeheeheehees!

Contents

CHAPTER ONE

Neferet

A disquieting sense of irritation awakened Neferet. Before she had truly departed that amorphous place between dreams and reality, she reached out with her long, elegant fingers and felt for Kalona. The arm she touched was muscular. His skin was smooth and strong and pleasing beneath her fingertips. All it took was that small, feather-like caress. He stirred and turned eagerly to her.

My Goddess? His voice was husky with sleep and the beginnings of renewed desire.

He annoyed her.

They all annoyed her because they were not him.

Leave me Kronos. She had to pause, and search her memory to remember his ridiculous, overly ambitious name.

Goddess, have I done something to displease you?

Neferet glanced up at him. The young Son of Erebus Warrior was reclining on the bed beside her, his handsome face open, his expression willing, his aquamarine eyes just as striking in the dimness of her candlelit bedroom as they had been earlier that day when shed watched him training in the castle courtyard. Hed stirred her desires then, and with one inviting look from her, hed willingly come to her and futilely, though enthusiastically, attempted to prove that he was god in more than namesake alone.

The problem was that Neferet had been bedded by an immortal, thus she knew all too intimately just how much of an imposter this Kronos truly was.

Breathe, Neferet said, meeting his blue eyes with a bored glance.

Breathe, Goddess? His brow, decorated by a tattoo pattern that was supposed to represent ball and mace weaponry, but to Neferet appeared more like frilly Fourth of July fireworks, furrowed in confusion.

You asked what youd done to displease me and I told you: youre breathing. And in much too close a proximity to me. That displeases me. Its time you depart my bed. Neferet sighed and flicked her fingers at him in dismissal. Go. Now.

She almost laughed aloud at his undisguised look of hurt and shock.

Had the youth really believed he could replace her divine Consort? The impertinence of the thought fueled her anger.

In the corners of Neferets bedchamber, shadows within shadows quivered in anticipation. Though she didnt acknowledge them, she felt their stirrings. It pleased her.

Kronos, you were distracting, and for a brief time you gave me a measure of pleasure. Neferet touched him again, this time not so gently, and her fingernails left twin raised welts down his thick forearm. The young warrior didnt flinch or pull away. Instead he trembled beneath her touch and his breathing deepened. Neferet smiled. Shed known this one needed pain to feel desire the instant his eyes had met hers.

I would give you more pleasure, if you allowed it, he said.

Neferet smiled. Her tongue flicked out slowly, licking her lips as she watched him watch her. Perhaps in the future. Perhaps. For now what I require of you is to leave me and, of course, to continue to worship me.

Would that I could show you how much I long to worship you again. The last word was spoken as a verbal caress, andmistakenlyKronos reached for her.

As if it was his right to touch her.

As if her wishes were subservient to his needs and desires.

One small echo from Neferets distant pasta time she thought shed buried with her humanityseeped from the entombed memories. She felt her fathers touch and even smelled the reek of his rancid, alcohol-soaked breath as her childhood invaded the present.

Neferets response was instantaneous. As easily as breathing, she lifted her hand from the warriors arm and held it, palm outward, at the closest of the shadows lurking at the edges of her chamber.

Darkness responded to her touch even more quickly than had Kronos. She felt its deadly chill and reveled in the sensation, especially as it banished the rising memories. With a nonchalant motion, she scattered the Darkness at Kronos, saying, If it is pain you so desire, then taste my cold fire.

The Darkness Neferet hurled at Kronos penetrated his young, smooth skin eagerly, slicing ribbons of scarlet through the forearm she had so recently caressed.

He moaned, though this time more in fear than passion.

Now do as I command. Leave me. And remember, young warrior, a goddess chooses when and where and how she is touched. Do not overstep yourself again.

Gripping his bleeding arm, Kronos bowed low to Neferet. Yes, my Goddess.

Which goddess? Be specific, Warrior! I have no desire to be called by ambiguous titles.

His response was instantaneous. Nyx Incarnate. That is your title, my Goddess.

Her narrowed look softened. Neferets face relaxed into its mask of beauty and warmth. Very good, Kronos. Very good. See how easy it is to please me?

Caught in her emerald gaze, Kronos nodded once, then fisting his right hand over his heart he said, Yes, my Goddess, my Nyx, and backed reverently from her chamber.

Neferet smiled again. It was unimportant that she was not actually Nyx Incarnate. The truth was Neferet wasnt interested in being cast in the role of an incarnate goddess. That implies I am lesser than a goddess, she spoke to the shadows gathered around her. What was important was powerand if the title Nyx Incarnate aided her in the acquisition of power, especially with the Sons of Erebus Warriors, then that was the title by which she would be called. But I aspire to moremuch more than standing in the shadow of a goddess.

Soon she would be ready to take her next step, and Neferet knew some of the Sons of Erebus would be manipulated into standing beside her. Oh, not enough of them to actually sway a battle with their physical force, but enough of them to fragment the Warriors morale by setting brother against brother. Men, she thought disdainfully, so easily fooled by the masks of beauty and title, and so easily used to my advantage.

The thought pleased her but wasnt distracting enough to keep Neferet from restlessly leaving her bed. She wrapped a sheer silk robe around herself and moved from her chamber out into the hallway. Before shed given conscious thought to her actions she was heading to the stairwell that would take her to the bowels of the castle.

Shadows within shadows drifted after Neferet, dark magnets drawn by her increasing agitation. She knew they moved with her. She knew they were dangerous and that they fed on her unease, her anger, her restless mind. But, oddly, she found a measure of comfort in their presence.

She paused only once in her downward descent. Why am I going to him again? Why am I allowing him to invade my thoughts tonight? Neferet shook her head as if to dislodge the silent words and spoke into the narrow, empty stairwell, addressing the Darkness that hovered attentively around her. I go because it is what I wish to do. Kalona is my Consort. He was wounded serving me. It is only natural that I think of him.