Before I Wake
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A dull knot of fear blossomed deep in my stomach and I fed it with doubts about my own abilities because I knew I should be scared. I would be, if not for the pervasive numbness that settled deeper into me with each day of my afterlife.
Wait a minutewho is this thief, and why does Kaylee have to be the one to stop him? No one ever bothered to explain that to me. After all, Im just her father.
Madeline focused her steely stare at him. We dont know who or what the thief is, Mr. Cavanaugh. Thats part of what we need Kaylee to find out. But weve already lost two agents chasing him, and frankly, because she is a bean sidhe, Kaylee is our best bet at the moment.
I was far from sure I could actually do what she wanted, but I couldnt find any flaw in her logic. As a female bean sidhe, in life, Id been a death portent. When someone near me was close to death, I got the overwhelming need to wail for the departing soul. But what that wail really did was suspend the soul. Capture it. With the help of a male bean sidheTod, Nash, my uncle, and my dad all qualifiedI could reinstate that soul and save the life of its owner. But at great cost. To preserve the balance between life and death, when one life was saved, another would be taken.
Madeline had brought me back from the dead and recruited me in hopes that my bean sidhe abilities would help me succeed where the other extractors had failed. I desperately hoped she was right, because the alternative was the end to my afterlife. A final rest, as she called it.
And you want me to do this today? Face this thief? That fear inside me swelled until I felt cold on the inside, like ice was forming in my stomach.
No. We dont know the thiefs current whereabouts. But we need to know youre ready whenever we find him, so today is a trial run, to see how you perform on your own.
But the target is real? my father asked, and I was starting to wonder if I even needed to be here for this discussion of my afterlife.
Very real. Madeline met my gaze. Our necromancer has pinpointed a reaper Levi cant identify, which means this reaper isnt from his district. Tods boss was familiar enough with his own employees to recognize their restored souls from a distance. We suspect hes a rogue and we think hell strike very soon. When that happens, Ill come for you, and you will go extract the stolen soul from him. Do you understand?
No. In fact, I wanted to curl up in my bed and hide under the covers. If you know hes there, why not go get him now?
Because he hasnt stolen any souls yet.
So youre just going to let someone die?
Madeline scowled. If we were to apprehend him now, wed never know for sure the reaper is a rogue and wed lose thisopportunity to see you in action, on your own. Whatever life this reaper takes doesnt outweigh our opportunity to stop the thief you were restored to deal with. To put it in terms youll understand, thats like swatting a fly, but letting the hornet live.
Those arent terms I understand! What if yours was the life he was going to take? I shoved my plate away and stood. Id found something else that could beat back the numbnessanger. Who are you to decide what one life is worth?
I am your boss. Madeline didnt even raise her voice, and it irritated me to realize she wasnt as upset about this as I was. She wasnt upset at all. This serial soul thief is much more dangerous than a single rogue reaper, which makes the reaper an ideal trial run for you. Especially considering that we can track the reaper, thanks to our new necromancer.
A necromancer, Id recently learned, was someone who could see and communicate with the dead. Only see isnt a precise term. Its more of a sense than true sight. Though in my case, the literal interpretation also applieda necromancer could see and hear me, even when I made myself invisible and inaudible to everyone else.
When am I going to meet this necromancer?
Today, Madeline said. He started class at your school last week, and since it seems likely that the two of you will run into each other, wed like you to keep an eye on him.
Your necromancer is a teenager?
I believe hes in his junior year.
Is he alive? my father asked. He thought the dead-to-living ratio of my friends and coworkers was high enough already.
Both alive and human, Mr. Cavanaugh. Hes also a very polite young man.
Theyre gonna eat him alive, I mumbled, and my father chuckled. Fine, Ill keep an eye out for your necromancer, but I cant promise that associating with me will do him any favors, socially.
Thank you, Kaylee, Madeline said, and I glanced up in surprise over the courtesy. Not that Madeline was ever truly rude, she just wasnt verypersonable. Ill find you when and if this reaper turns out to be a rogue.
With that Madeline disappeared, and my father sighed. So much for a normal first day back.
I dipped a strip of bacon in a pool of syrup. Dad, I can count the number of normal school days Ive had this year on one hand.
I know. Im sorry about that. He sipped from his mug, and I shrugged, but before I could reply, Madeline appeared in the kitchen again, and this time I nearly choked. Change your mind about the coffee? my dad asked, but she only shook her head.
Wait a minutewho is this thief, and why does Kaylee have to be the one to stop him? No one ever bothered to explain that to me. After all, Im just her father.
Madeline focused her steely stare at him. We dont know who or what the thief is, Mr. Cavanaugh. Thats part of what we need Kaylee to find out. But weve already lost two agents chasing him, and frankly, because she is a bean sidhe, Kaylee is our best bet at the moment.
I was far from sure I could actually do what she wanted, but I couldnt find any flaw in her logic. As a female bean sidhe, in life, Id been a death portent. When someone near me was close to death, I got the overwhelming need to wail for the departing soul. But what that wail really did was suspend the soul. Capture it. With the help of a male bean sidheTod, Nash, my uncle, and my dad all qualifiedI could reinstate that soul and save the life of its owner. But at great cost. To preserve the balance between life and death, when one life was saved, another would be taken.
Madeline had brought me back from the dead and recruited me in hopes that my bean sidhe abilities would help me succeed where the other extractors had failed. I desperately hoped she was right, because the alternative was the end to my afterlife. A final rest, as she called it.
And you want me to do this today? Face this thief? That fear inside me swelled until I felt cold on the inside, like ice was forming in my stomach.
No. We dont know the thiefs current whereabouts. But we need to know youre ready whenever we find him, so today is a trial run, to see how you perform on your own.
But the target is real? my father asked, and I was starting to wonder if I even needed to be here for this discussion of my afterlife.
Very real. Madeline met my gaze. Our necromancer has pinpointed a reaper Levi cant identify, which means this reaper isnt from his district. Tods boss was familiar enough with his own employees to recognize their restored souls from a distance. We suspect hes a rogue and we think hell strike very soon. When that happens, Ill come for you, and you will go extract the stolen soul from him. Do you understand?
No. In fact, I wanted to curl up in my bed and hide under the covers. If you know hes there, why not go get him now?
Because he hasnt stolen any souls yet.
So youre just going to let someone die?
Madeline scowled. If we were to apprehend him now, wed never know for sure the reaper is a rogue and wed lose thisopportunity to see you in action, on your own. Whatever life this reaper takes doesnt outweigh our opportunity to stop the thief you were restored to deal with. To put it in terms youll understand, thats like swatting a fly, but letting the hornet live.
Those arent terms I understand! What if yours was the life he was going to take? I shoved my plate away and stood. Id found something else that could beat back the numbnessanger. Who are you to decide what one life is worth?
I am your boss. Madeline didnt even raise her voice, and it irritated me to realize she wasnt as upset about this as I was. She wasnt upset at all. This serial soul thief is much more dangerous than a single rogue reaper, which makes the reaper an ideal trial run for you. Especially considering that we can track the reaper, thanks to our new necromancer.
A necromancer, Id recently learned, was someone who could see and communicate with the dead. Only see isnt a precise term. Its more of a sense than true sight. Though in my case, the literal interpretation also applieda necromancer could see and hear me, even when I made myself invisible and inaudible to everyone else.
When am I going to meet this necromancer?
Today, Madeline said. He started class at your school last week, and since it seems likely that the two of you will run into each other, wed like you to keep an eye on him.
Your necromancer is a teenager?
I believe hes in his junior year.
Is he alive? my father asked. He thought the dead-to-living ratio of my friends and coworkers was high enough already.
Both alive and human, Mr. Cavanaugh. Hes also a very polite young man.
Theyre gonna eat him alive, I mumbled, and my father chuckled. Fine, Ill keep an eye out for your necromancer, but I cant promise that associating with me will do him any favors, socially.
Thank you, Kaylee, Madeline said, and I glanced up in surprise over the courtesy. Not that Madeline was ever truly rude, she just wasnt verypersonable. Ill find you when and if this reaper turns out to be a rogue.
With that Madeline disappeared, and my father sighed. So much for a normal first day back.
I dipped a strip of bacon in a pool of syrup. Dad, I can count the number of normal school days Ive had this year on one hand.
I know. Im sorry about that. He sipped from his mug, and I shrugged, but before I could reply, Madeline appeared in the kitchen again, and this time I nearly choked. Change your mind about the coffee? my dad asked, but she only shook her head.
