"Speak to me. Tell me everything slowly and clearly. I want to savor each word." Neferet went to Kalona, kneeling before him, stroking the soft, dark wings that unfurled loosely around the immortal as he sat on the bench, face raised to the night sky, bronzed body bathed in the golden glow of the moon.
She tried to keep herself from trembling in anticipation of his touch--of the return of his cold passion, his frozen heat.
"What would you have me say?" He didn't meet her eyes. Instead he opened his face to the sky, as if he could drink in the heavens above them. His question took her aback. Her lust abated and her hand ceased stroking his wing. "I would have you give me the details of our victory so that I might savor the retelling of it with you." She spoke slowly, thinking that perhaps his brain might still be slightly addled from the recent displacement of his soul.
"Our victory?" he said.
Neferet's green eyes narrowed. "Indeed. You are my Consort. Your victory is mine, as mine is yours."
"Your kindness is almost divine. Have you become a goddess during my absence?"
Neferet studied him closely. He still wasn't looking at her; his voice was almost expressionless. Was he being impudent? She shrugged off his question, though she continued to watch him closely. "What happened in the Otherworld? How did Zoey die?"
She knew what he would say the instant his amber eyes finally found hers, though childishly she covered her ears and began to shake her head back and forth, back and forth as he spoke the words that were like a sword stroke to her soul.
"Zoey Redbird is not dead."
Neferet stood and forced her hands from her ears. She stalked several paces from Kalona, staring unseeingly out at the liquid sapphire of the night sea. She breathed slowly, carefully, attempting to control her seething emotions. When finally she knew she could do so without shrieking in anger to the sky, she spoke.
"Why? Why did you not complete your quest?"
"It was your quest, Neferet. Never mine. You forced me to return to a realm from which I'd been banished. What happened was predictable: Zoey's friends rallied about her. With their aid she healed her shattered soul and found herself again."
"Why did you not stop it from happening?" Her voice was frigid. She didn't so much as glance at him. "Nyx."
Neferet heard the name leave his lips as if he'd spoken a prayer--soft, low, reverent. Jealousy speared her.
"What of the goddess?" She almost spat the question.
"She intervened."
"She did what?" Neferet whirled around. Disbelief tinged with fear made her words breathless, incredulous. "Do you expect me to believe that Nyx actually interfered with mortal choice?"
