Marked by P. C. Cast, Kristin Cast Read Free Book Online Page B

of taking my hand, she grasped my forearm, which was weird but somehow felt right.
    Her touch was warm and firm. Her smile blazed with welcome. She was amazing and awe-inspiring. Actually, she was what all vampyres are, more than human—stronger, smarter, more talented. She looked like someone had turned on a blazing inner light within her, which I realize is definitely an ironic description considering the vampyre stereotypes (some of which I already knew were totally true): They avoid sunlight, they're most powerful at night, they need to drink blood to survive (eesh!), and they worship a goddess who is known as Night personified.
    "Th-thank you. It's nice to meet you," I said, trying really hard to sound at least semi-intelligent and normal.
    "As I was telling your grandmother earlier, we have never had a fledgling come to us in such an unusual manner before— unconscious and with a completed Mark. Can you remember what happened to you, Zoey?”
    I opened my mouth to tell her that I totally remembered it— falling and hitting my head…seeing myself like I was a floating spirit…following the weirdly visible words into the cave…and finally meeting the Goddess Nyx. But right before I said the words I got a weird feeling, like someone had just hit me in my stomach. It was clear and it was specific, and it was telling me to shut up.
    "I—I really don't remember much—" I broke off and my hand found the sore spot where my stitches poked out. "At least not after I hit my head. I mean, up until then I remember everything. The Tracker Marked me; I told my parents and got into a ginormic fight with them; then I ran away to my grandma's place. I was feeling really sick, so when I climbed the path up to the bluffs…" I remembered the rest of it—all of the rest of it—the spirits of the Cherokee people, the dancing and the campfire. Shut up! the feeling screamed at me. "I—I guess I slipped because I was coughing so much, and hit my head. The next thing I remember is Grandma Redbird singing and then I woke up here." I finished in a rush. I wanted to look away from the sharpness of her green-eyed gaze, but the same feeling that was ordering me to be quiet was also clearly telling me that I had to keep eye contact with her, that I had to try really hard to look like I wasn't hiding anything, even though I didn't really have a clue why I was hiding anything.
    "It's normal to experience memory loss with a head wound." Grandma said matter-of-factly, breaking the silence.
    I could have kissed her.
    "Yes, of course it is," Neferet said quickly, her face losing its sharpness. "Do not fear for your granddaughter's health, Sylvia Redbird. All will be well with her.”
    She spoke to Grandma respectfully, and some of the tension that had been building inside me loosened. If she liked Grandma Redbird, she had to be an okay person, or vampyre or whatever. Right?
    "As I'm sure you already know, vampyres"—Neferet paused and smiled at me—"even fledgling vampyres, have unusual powers of recovery. Her healing is proceeding so well that it is perfectly safe for her to leave the infirmary." She looked from Grandma to me. "Zoey, would you like to meet your new roommate?”
    No. I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes.”
    "Excellent!" Neferet said. Thankfully she ignored the fact that I was standing there like a smiling stupid garden gnome.
    "Are you sure you shouldn't keep her here another day for observation?" Grandma asked.
    "I understand your concern, but I assure you Zoey's physical wounds are already healing at a pace you would find extraordinary.”
    She smiled at me again and even though I was scared and nervous and just plain freaked out I smiled back at her. It seemed like she was genuinely happy that I was there. And, truthfully, she made me think turning into a vampyre might not be such a bad thing.
    "Grandma, I'm fine. Really. My head just hurts a little, and the rest of me feels way better." I realized as I said it that it was