Beautiful Chaos
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Your first kiss isn’t as important as your last.
The math test really didn’t matter.
The pie really did.
The stuff you’re good at and the stuff you’re bad at are just different parts of the same thing.
Same goes for the people you love and the people you don’t—and the people who love you and the people who don’t.
The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.
Life is really, really short.
I took Lena’s charm necklace out of my back pocket and looked at it one last time. Then I reached through the open window of the Volvo and dropped it on the seat. I didn’t want anything to happen to it when this was all over. I was glad she gave it to me. I felt like part of her was here with me.
But I was alone. I wanted it this way. No friends, no family. No talking, no Kelting. Not even Lena.
I wanted to let things feel the way they really were.
The way things felt was terrible. The way things were was worse.
I could feel it now. My fate was coming for me—my fate, and something else.
The sky ripped open a few feet from where I was standing. I expected Link to step out of the darkness with a pack of Twinkies or something, but it was John Breed.
“What’s going on? Are Macon and Liv okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. Everyone’s fine, all things considered.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
He shrugged, flipping the top of his lighter open and closed. “I thought you might need a wingman.”
“Why? To push me over the edge?” I was only half kidding.
He snapped the lighter shut. “Let’s just say it’s harder than you think when you’re up there. Besides, you were there with me, right?” It was twisted logic, but things were pretty twisted.
I didn’t know what to say. It was hard to believe he was the same dirtbag who’d kicked my ass at the fair and tried to steal my girlfriend. He was a halfway decent guy now. Falling in love can do that to you. “Thanks, man. What’s it like? I mean, on the way down.”
John shook his head. “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”
We walked toward the water tower. An enormous white moon blocked the light of the real one. The white metal ladder was only a few feet away.
I knew she was behind me before John sensed her and spun around.
Amma.
Nobody else smelled like pencil lead and Red Hots. “Ethan Wate! I was there the day you were born, and I’ll be there the day you die, from this side or the other.”
I kept walking.
Her voice grew louder. “Either way, it won’t be today.”
John sounded amused. “Damn, Wate. You sure have a creepy family, for a Mortal.”
I braced myself for the sight of Amma armed with her beads and her dolls and maybe the Bible, too. But when I turned around, my eyes fell on the tangled braids and snakeskin-wrapped staff of the bokor.
The bokor smiled back at me. “I see you haven’t found your ti-bon-age. Or have you? It’s easier to find than to capture, isn’t it now?”
“Don’t you talk to him,” Amma snapped. Whatever the bokor was here for, it obviously wasn’t to talk me down off the ledge.
“Amma!” I called her name, and she turned back to face me. For the first time, I could see how lost she was. Her sharp brown eyes were confused and nervous, her proud posture bent and broken. “I don’t know why you brought that guy here, but you shouldn’t be mixed up with someone like him.”
The bokor threw his head back and laughed. “We have a deal, the Seer and me. And I intend to fulfill my end a the bargain.”
“What deal?” I asked.
But Amma shot the bokor a look that said Keep your mouth shut. Then she waved me over, the way she used to when I was a kid. “That’s nobody’s business except mine and my Maker’s. You come on home, and he’ll go back to where he belongs.”
“I don’t think she’s asking,” John said. He looked over at Amma. “What if Ethan doesn’t want to go?”
Amma’s eyes narrowed. “I knew you’d be here, the devil on my boy’s shoulder. I can still see a thing or two. And you’re Dark as a piece a coal in the snow—no matter what color your eyes are. That’s why I brought some Darkness a my own.”
The bokor wasn’t here for me or my Fractured Soul. He was here to make sure John didn’t get in Amma’s way.
John put his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m not trying to make Ethan do anything. I came as a friend.”
I heard the sound of bottles clinking. That’s when I noticed the string of bottles tied to the bokor’s belt, like the kind you found on bottle trees.
The bokor held one in front of him, his hand on the corked stopper. “I brought some friends, too.” He uncorked the bottle, and a thin trail of dark mist escaped. It swirled slowly, almost hypnotically, until it formed the body of a man.
But this Sheer didn’t look like the others I’d seen. His limbs were mangled and awkwardly bent in unnatural positions. His facial features were grotesque, and whole pieces were missing where they seemed to have rotted away. He looked like a zombie from a horror movie—torn and broken. His eyes were unfocused and vacant.
John took a step back. “You Mortals are even more screwed up than Supernaturals.”
“What the hell is that?” I couldn’t stop staring at it.
The bokor threw some kind of powder on the ground around him. “One a the souls a the Unclaimed. When families don’t tend to their dead, I come for them.” Smiling, he shook the bottle in front of him.