My Soul to Keep
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And suddenly I had an idea Do you think Regan will be okay? Because of the Demons Breath, I mean. Tod said its really dangerous.
Harmony nodded absently, opening the oven door to check the muffins. It certainly can be. Demons Breath decays your soul. It rots the parts of you that make you you.
Okay, thats not terrifying.
But on the surface, it acts a bit like a very strong hallucinogenic drug. Itll make you see and hear things that arent there.
Which would explain why Doug thought someone had been in the car with him
Harmony continued, sounding every bit like the nurse she was. Its also highly addictive, and even if it doesnt kill you quickly, long-term use can lead to brain damage and psychosis.
I swallowed the huge lump that had formed in my throat and hoped my voice sounded normal. Psychosis, like, insanity?
Simply put, yes. A complete loss of contact with reality. She used a pot holder to pull the muffin pan from the oven, then kicked the oven door closed. And withdrawal is even worse. It sends the entire system into shock and can easily be fatal, even to someone who survived the substance itself.
Great I whispered. So cutting off Dougs supply might kill him even faster than the Demons Breath would.
Oh, no, hon! I looked up to find her watching the horror surely growing on my face. Dont worry about Regan. She wasnt huffing Demons Breath for a highshe was sustained by it in the absence of her soul. Thats a totally different ball game. Still very dangerous, for obvious reasons, she conceded with a shrug. That whole sell-your-soul thing. But very little risk to her, physically.
Because she didnt have a soul My mind was racing.
But if she inhaled Demons Breath now that her souls back in place
Harmony frowned. Shed be in very serious trouble.
AN HOUR LATER Nash turned his mothers car onto a brick driveway in front of a huge house with a coordinating brick-and-stone facade. And Id thought Scotts place was crazy. Whatever Doug Fullers parents did, they made some serious cash.
You think hes home? I asked, and Nash pointed at the spotless, late-model sports car in the driveway, with a rental sticker on the rear windshield.
He turned off the engine and stuffed the keys into his pocket. Lets get this over with.
Doug answered the door on the third ring in nothing but the sweatpants hed obviously slept in, then backed into a bright, open entryway to let us in. We followed him to a sunken den dominated by a wall-size television, where a video game character Icouldnt identify stood frozen with a pistol aimed at the entire room.
Sorry about your car. Doug plopped onto a black leather home theater chair without even glancing at me.
Um But before I could finish the nonthought, he waved off my reply and picked up a video controller from the arm of his chair.
My dadll pay for the damages. The rental place is supposed to deliver your loaner this afternoon. I got you a V6.
Just like that? Was he serious? I got weird death visions and a supersonic shriek, and Doug Fuller got unreasonable wealth. That was a serious imbalance of karma.
Trust meits a step up.
My fists clenched in my coat pockets. How could Emma stand him?
Um, thanks, I said, for lack of anything even resembling an intelligent reply. I looked at Nash with both brows raised, silently asking what he was waiting for. He dropped onto a black leather couch and I sat next to him.
So was your dad pissed about the drug test? You must have been high as a satellite to hit a parked car. Nash slouched into the couch, sounding almost jealous, and that must have been the right approach because Doug grinned and paused his game.
Dude, I was in orbit. He set the remote on the arm of his chair and grabbed a can of Coke from the drink holder. But the test came out clean, other than a little alcohol. The E.R. doc told my dad I was probably euphoric from shock.
What the hell were you taking? Nash leaned forward and took two Cokes from the minifridge doubling as an end table.
Somethin called frost. Its like huffing duster inside a deep freeze, but then youre high for hours.
Chill bumps popped up all over my skin and I shuddered at the memory of dozens of creepy little fiends crawling all over one another in the Netherworld, desperate for a single hit of Demons Breathpreferably straight from the source.
Nash handed me a can and raised one brow to ask if I was okay. Hed noticed the shudder. I nodded and popped the top on my Coke.
Whered you get it? Nash leaned back on the couch and opened his own soda.
From some guy named Everett. I think thats his last name. I got a physical next Tuesday, and he swore this frost shit wouldnt show up in a blood test. Dougs focus shifted to me.
Hey, Kaylee, do you know if Ems working tonight?
Yeah. I think shes closing. Actually, wed both be off by four in the afternoon, but I didnt want her hanging out with Doug until I was sure he wasnt going to freeze-dry her lungs with every kiss.
Nash set his can on the minifridge. You have any more of this frost?
Harmony nodded absently, opening the oven door to check the muffins. It certainly can be. Demons Breath decays your soul. It rots the parts of you that make you you.
Okay, thats not terrifying.
But on the surface, it acts a bit like a very strong hallucinogenic drug. Itll make you see and hear things that arent there.
Which would explain why Doug thought someone had been in the car with him
Harmony continued, sounding every bit like the nurse she was. Its also highly addictive, and even if it doesnt kill you quickly, long-term use can lead to brain damage and psychosis.
I swallowed the huge lump that had formed in my throat and hoped my voice sounded normal. Psychosis, like, insanity?
Simply put, yes. A complete loss of contact with reality. She used a pot holder to pull the muffin pan from the oven, then kicked the oven door closed. And withdrawal is even worse. It sends the entire system into shock and can easily be fatal, even to someone who survived the substance itself.
Great I whispered. So cutting off Dougs supply might kill him even faster than the Demons Breath would.
Oh, no, hon! I looked up to find her watching the horror surely growing on my face. Dont worry about Regan. She wasnt huffing Demons Breath for a highshe was sustained by it in the absence of her soul. Thats a totally different ball game. Still very dangerous, for obvious reasons, she conceded with a shrug. That whole sell-your-soul thing. But very little risk to her, physically.
Because she didnt have a soul My mind was racing.
But if she inhaled Demons Breath now that her souls back in place
Harmony frowned. Shed be in very serious trouble.
AN HOUR LATER Nash turned his mothers car onto a brick driveway in front of a huge house with a coordinating brick-and-stone facade. And Id thought Scotts place was crazy. Whatever Doug Fullers parents did, they made some serious cash.
You think hes home? I asked, and Nash pointed at the spotless, late-model sports car in the driveway, with a rental sticker on the rear windshield.
He turned off the engine and stuffed the keys into his pocket. Lets get this over with.
Doug answered the door on the third ring in nothing but the sweatpants hed obviously slept in, then backed into a bright, open entryway to let us in. We followed him to a sunken den dominated by a wall-size television, where a video game character Icouldnt identify stood frozen with a pistol aimed at the entire room.
Sorry about your car. Doug plopped onto a black leather home theater chair without even glancing at me.
Um But before I could finish the nonthought, he waved off my reply and picked up a video controller from the arm of his chair.
My dadll pay for the damages. The rental place is supposed to deliver your loaner this afternoon. I got you a V6.
Just like that? Was he serious? I got weird death visions and a supersonic shriek, and Doug Fuller got unreasonable wealth. That was a serious imbalance of karma.
Trust meits a step up.
My fists clenched in my coat pockets. How could Emma stand him?
Um, thanks, I said, for lack of anything even resembling an intelligent reply. I looked at Nash with both brows raised, silently asking what he was waiting for. He dropped onto a black leather couch and I sat next to him.
So was your dad pissed about the drug test? You must have been high as a satellite to hit a parked car. Nash slouched into the couch, sounding almost jealous, and that must have been the right approach because Doug grinned and paused his game.
Dude, I was in orbit. He set the remote on the arm of his chair and grabbed a can of Coke from the drink holder. But the test came out clean, other than a little alcohol. The E.R. doc told my dad I was probably euphoric from shock.
What the hell were you taking? Nash leaned forward and took two Cokes from the minifridge doubling as an end table.
Somethin called frost. Its like huffing duster inside a deep freeze, but then youre high for hours.
Chill bumps popped up all over my skin and I shuddered at the memory of dozens of creepy little fiends crawling all over one another in the Netherworld, desperate for a single hit of Demons Breathpreferably straight from the source.
Nash handed me a can and raised one brow to ask if I was okay. Hed noticed the shudder. I nodded and popped the top on my Coke.
Whered you get it? Nash leaned back on the couch and opened his own soda.
From some guy named Everett. I think thats his last name. I got a physical next Tuesday, and he swore this frost shit wouldnt show up in a blood test. Dougs focus shifted to me.
Hey, Kaylee, do you know if Ems working tonight?
Yeah. I think shes closing. Actually, wed both be off by four in the afternoon, but I didnt want her hanging out with Doug until I was sure he wasnt going to freeze-dry her lungs with every kiss.
Nash set his can on the minifridge. You have any more of this frost?
