My Soul to Keep
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Nah. I had an extra balloon, but I sold it yesterday. One corner of his mouth twitched twice, and my stomach flipped. The fiend wed met in the Netherworld had twitched just like that, from withdrawal. And I huffed the last of mine last night.
It comes in a balloon? Nash frowned and his irises suddenly went still, like hed flipped the off switch on his emotional gauge.
Yeah. Black party balloons, like the kind we used to pop in the back of the class to watch Ms. Eddins substitute jump. Remember, back in eighth grade?
Nash nodded absently.
What friend? I demanded, my hands both clenched around my Coke. Who did you sell the other balloon to? But I knew the answer before Doug even opened his mouth. Because thats just the kind of luck I had.
Doug picked up his game controller, his hand twitching around the plastic. Scott Carter.
My heart dropped into my stomach. I was right. Hed sold his other balloon to my cousins boyfriend. And Sophie was cold enough on her own, without exposure to secondhand frost.
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THATS JUST GREAT! I buckled my seat belt as Nash shifted into Reverse. Doug exposes Emma, then sells half his supply to Scott, whos just going to turn around and drag Sophie into the whole mess. Its an epidemic. How are we supposed to stop an epidemic?
Its not an epidemic. Nash twisted in his seat to check behind us while he backed down the driveway. Its two guys who have no idea what theyre into. The car rocked as the tires dropped from the brick driveway onto the smoother surface of the road, then Nash settled into his seat facing forward.
And I really dont think they could expose Emma or Sophie to secondhand Demons Breath. Or would that actually be thirdhand? He tried on a halfhearted grin to go with his joke, but couldnt pull it off.
But you dont actually know that, right? You cant know for sure that they havent been exposed.
No, but I dont think
Why are you trying to brush this off? This isnt like having a drink at a party or lighting up behind the shop building. Were talking about humans inhaling the toxic life force sucked out of a demon from another world. Quite possibly the weirdest sentence Id ever said aloud And according to your mom, if they survive addictionand thats a big iftheir scrambled brainsll make Ozzy Osbourne look rational and coherent.
And as far as I was concerned, insanityincluding the risk of being locked up in some mental wardwas worse than death, which would simply put an end to the terminal drama and angst of human existence. Unless you were stupid enough to sell your immortal soul like Addy had
Nashs silence drew my gaze, and I found him staring at me, rather than at the road. You asked my mother about Demons Breath? His voice held a hard quality Id rarely heard from him before, like his words formed the bricks in a wall I was destined to crash into.
In reference to Regan. I rubbed my palms over the denim covering my legs. I didnt mention Doug or Emma. At least, not in the same sentence as Demons Breath. Im not stupid, Nash.
Neither is she! His palm slammed into the steering wheel and I jumped, then a sharp jolt of anger skittered up my spine.
She knows. You ran your mouth off, and now she knows everything. Great, Kaylee. Thanks.
She doesnt know. What is wrong with you? I demanded, fighting to keep from shouting.
Even if she doesnt know yet, if this gets as bad as you seem to think it will, shes going to figure out why you were asking, and then were both going to be in serious trouble, Kaylee!
I rolled my eyes. If this gets as bad as I know it will, having your mother mad at us will be the least of our problems. I paused, waiting until my point had a chance to sink in, and when his grip on the wheel eased, I continued, trying to ignore his clenched jaw and tense posture. We need to know if Scotts tried it yet. Thus, whether Sophie was in any potential danger. And we have to get that balloon away from him, then figure out where this Everett guy is getting his supply.
Nash exhaled heavily and answered without looking at me. Yeah. Youre right. But he didnt seem very happy about it.
The rest of the ride was quiet and uncomfortable. I was mad at him for getting mad at me, and I didnt know how to deal with any of that. Wed never had a real fight before.
So we rode in silence and I got lost in my own head, trying to figure out how Demons Breath had gotten into the human world in the first place, and how best to wrestle it from the privileged, demanding hands of the Eastlake football team without turning both of us into social rejects.
I didnt even realize Id fallen asleep until I woke up in the Cinemark parking lot with my face against the cold passengers side window. Confused, I blinked and sat up to find Nash watching me, frowning, his hands clenched around the wheel again.
You okay? He looked upset, but made no move to reach for me across the center console.
Yeah. I stomped on the floorboard, trying to ease the tingling in my left foot, which hadnt woken up along with the rest of my body. Just worried about this whole frost mess. I glanced at the dashboard clock, surprised to see that my shift started in ten minutes. And tired, I guess.
It comes in a balloon? Nash frowned and his irises suddenly went still, like hed flipped the off switch on his emotional gauge.
Yeah. Black party balloons, like the kind we used to pop in the back of the class to watch Ms. Eddins substitute jump. Remember, back in eighth grade?
Nash nodded absently.
What friend? I demanded, my hands both clenched around my Coke. Who did you sell the other balloon to? But I knew the answer before Doug even opened his mouth. Because thats just the kind of luck I had.
Doug picked up his game controller, his hand twitching around the plastic. Scott Carter.
My heart dropped into my stomach. I was right. Hed sold his other balloon to my cousins boyfriend. And Sophie was cold enough on her own, without exposure to secondhand frost.
4
THATS JUST GREAT! I buckled my seat belt as Nash shifted into Reverse. Doug exposes Emma, then sells half his supply to Scott, whos just going to turn around and drag Sophie into the whole mess. Its an epidemic. How are we supposed to stop an epidemic?
Its not an epidemic. Nash twisted in his seat to check behind us while he backed down the driveway. Its two guys who have no idea what theyre into. The car rocked as the tires dropped from the brick driveway onto the smoother surface of the road, then Nash settled into his seat facing forward.
And I really dont think they could expose Emma or Sophie to secondhand Demons Breath. Or would that actually be thirdhand? He tried on a halfhearted grin to go with his joke, but couldnt pull it off.
But you dont actually know that, right? You cant know for sure that they havent been exposed.
No, but I dont think
Why are you trying to brush this off? This isnt like having a drink at a party or lighting up behind the shop building. Were talking about humans inhaling the toxic life force sucked out of a demon from another world. Quite possibly the weirdest sentence Id ever said aloud And according to your mom, if they survive addictionand thats a big iftheir scrambled brainsll make Ozzy Osbourne look rational and coherent.
And as far as I was concerned, insanityincluding the risk of being locked up in some mental wardwas worse than death, which would simply put an end to the terminal drama and angst of human existence. Unless you were stupid enough to sell your immortal soul like Addy had
Nashs silence drew my gaze, and I found him staring at me, rather than at the road. You asked my mother about Demons Breath? His voice held a hard quality Id rarely heard from him before, like his words formed the bricks in a wall I was destined to crash into.
In reference to Regan. I rubbed my palms over the denim covering my legs. I didnt mention Doug or Emma. At least, not in the same sentence as Demons Breath. Im not stupid, Nash.
Neither is she! His palm slammed into the steering wheel and I jumped, then a sharp jolt of anger skittered up my spine.
She knows. You ran your mouth off, and now she knows everything. Great, Kaylee. Thanks.
She doesnt know. What is wrong with you? I demanded, fighting to keep from shouting.
Even if she doesnt know yet, if this gets as bad as you seem to think it will, shes going to figure out why you were asking, and then were both going to be in serious trouble, Kaylee!
I rolled my eyes. If this gets as bad as I know it will, having your mother mad at us will be the least of our problems. I paused, waiting until my point had a chance to sink in, and when his grip on the wheel eased, I continued, trying to ignore his clenched jaw and tense posture. We need to know if Scotts tried it yet. Thus, whether Sophie was in any potential danger. And we have to get that balloon away from him, then figure out where this Everett guy is getting his supply.
Nash exhaled heavily and answered without looking at me. Yeah. Youre right. But he didnt seem very happy about it.
The rest of the ride was quiet and uncomfortable. I was mad at him for getting mad at me, and I didnt know how to deal with any of that. Wed never had a real fight before.
So we rode in silence and I got lost in my own head, trying to figure out how Demons Breath had gotten into the human world in the first place, and how best to wrestle it from the privileged, demanding hands of the Eastlake football team without turning both of us into social rejects.
I didnt even realize Id fallen asleep until I woke up in the Cinemark parking lot with my face against the cold passengers side window. Confused, I blinked and sat up to find Nash watching me, frowning, his hands clenched around the wheel again.
You okay? He looked upset, but made no move to reach for me across the center console.
Yeah. I stomped on the floorboard, trying to ease the tingling in my left foot, which hadnt woken up along with the rest of my body. Just worried about this whole frost mess. I glanced at the dashboard clock, surprised to see that my shift started in ten minutes. And tired, I guess.
