My Soul to Keep
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It took me a minute to understand. If he hadnt crossed over to find a dealer
I felt the blood drain from my face and I backed away from him on the bench. Please tell me you didnt go there looking for a hellion. Sucking Demons Breath from a balloon was bad enough, but from the source?
Nash frowned, conflict written in every line of his face. I didnt know what else to do. I was desperate.
What hellion? I demanded, so softly I could barely hear my own words. I only knew of two in the areaor the Netherworld version of our areaand was horrified by the thought of Nash going near either of them.
I had to, Kaylee. His voice pleaded with me to understand. I thought I was dying. You dont know what its like.
Nash, who was it?
Avari, he whispered.
My heart dropped into my stomach. A face flashed from my memory, along with a chill that had nothing to do with the seasonal temperature.
Avari was the demon of greed whod made a bid for my soul when I was dying in the Netherworld. His icy voice haunted my nightmares, promising that he would one day feast from my suffering, even if he had to destroy everyone I loved to get to me.
Evidently hed started with Nash.
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TERROR AND ANGER TWISTED through me like vines dripping poison into my veins. I shot off the bench, and Nash grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving. Kaylee, please he begged, his warm fingers leaching some of the chill from my own. If his skin had been colder than mineif Id had any reason to suspect he still had frost in his systemId have run all the way to my car without looking back.
But because he was warm, I turned and made myself look at him. So, how did it work? I demanded, my voice as cold as the fingers he still gripped. He blew up a balloon for you? Just like that?
Um, no. And I swear I saw Nash flush, in spite of the little available light. The initial transfer was morepersonal.
Eewww! You kissed Avari? My own lips went cold at the thought, and I couldnt help being creeped out that a Netherworld hellion and I had indirectly shared intimate contact through my boyfriend.
It was more like artificial respiration, he insisted, but his rationalization couldnt make the facts sound any better. The thought of kissing a hellion sent me into realms of terror and disgust I hadnt even known existed. And after that first time, he set things up with Everett, so I wouldnt have to cross over again.
Well, wasnt that nice of him! I snapped, jerking my fingers from his grip.
Nash ignored my sarcasm. I thought so at the time, and I couldnt figure out whyhed go to that much trouble. But the payoffs obvious now. He gestured toward the house, and the party full of teenagers whod nearly become the client base of an alternate-realm drug dealer.
But the payoff wasnt obvious to me. Whats Avari getting out of this?
My guess is that hell feed from their suffering until they die. Hell, Carters just become a twenty-four-hour buffet.
And suddenly my stomach wanted to send those tacos back up. Do you think hes given up on them? I waved my hand at the party still in progress.
Not a chance. But itll give us some time to think.
Mentally and physically exhausted, I sank back onto the bench, far from encouraged by the temporary reprieve. So, you know how to get in touch with Everett, right? You call him when you needmore? The very thought gave me chills, but if Nash knew how to find him, at least wed have some valuable information to give my dad. Or whoever was most qualified to deal with a half-harpy Netherworld drug dealer.
Did we even have people like that? A supernatural equivalent of the police? Or was this a neighborhood-watch kind of operation?
I honestly wasnt sure which possibility frightened me more.
Not exactly, Nash said, avoiding my eyes again. I dont know how it works with his humanclients, but in my case, Everett is just the mule. Avari collects the payment personally.
I closed my eyes, trying to sort the facts out in my head. It was physically impossible for hellions to cross into our world, and Nash said he wasnt crossing over, either. I dont get it, I said as a new foreboding twisted my guts even tighter. How does he take payment if neither of you crosses over?
Its kind of a long-distance operation. Nash sighed and finally met my gaze before I could show off another confused frown. There are a few ways for a hellion to interact with the human world, and they all suck.
He shuddered with some horrible memory, and a sudden wave of intuition rolled over me, dropping another piece of the puzzle into place in my head. Your nightmare Avari talks to you in your sleep?
His eyes closed, like he was scrambling for composureor for control of the telltale swirling in his irisesand when he met my gaze again, his own seemed somehow closed off. Like hed slammed shut the windows to his soul. I wouldnt call it talking, but yeah. In my dreams, or through anintermediary.
An intermediary?
Nash sighed. He can sometimes talk to me through someone in this worldanyone he has a connection with.
I felt the blood drain from my face and I backed away from him on the bench. Please tell me you didnt go there looking for a hellion. Sucking Demons Breath from a balloon was bad enough, but from the source?
Nash frowned, conflict written in every line of his face. I didnt know what else to do. I was desperate.
What hellion? I demanded, so softly I could barely hear my own words. I only knew of two in the areaor the Netherworld version of our areaand was horrified by the thought of Nash going near either of them.
I had to, Kaylee. His voice pleaded with me to understand. I thought I was dying. You dont know what its like.
Nash, who was it?
Avari, he whispered.
My heart dropped into my stomach. A face flashed from my memory, along with a chill that had nothing to do with the seasonal temperature.
Avari was the demon of greed whod made a bid for my soul when I was dying in the Netherworld. His icy voice haunted my nightmares, promising that he would one day feast from my suffering, even if he had to destroy everyone I loved to get to me.
Evidently hed started with Nash.
16
TERROR AND ANGER TWISTED through me like vines dripping poison into my veins. I shot off the bench, and Nash grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving. Kaylee, please he begged, his warm fingers leaching some of the chill from my own. If his skin had been colder than mineif Id had any reason to suspect he still had frost in his systemId have run all the way to my car without looking back.
But because he was warm, I turned and made myself look at him. So, how did it work? I demanded, my voice as cold as the fingers he still gripped. He blew up a balloon for you? Just like that?
Um, no. And I swear I saw Nash flush, in spite of the little available light. The initial transfer was morepersonal.
Eewww! You kissed Avari? My own lips went cold at the thought, and I couldnt help being creeped out that a Netherworld hellion and I had indirectly shared intimate contact through my boyfriend.
It was more like artificial respiration, he insisted, but his rationalization couldnt make the facts sound any better. The thought of kissing a hellion sent me into realms of terror and disgust I hadnt even known existed. And after that first time, he set things up with Everett, so I wouldnt have to cross over again.
Well, wasnt that nice of him! I snapped, jerking my fingers from his grip.
Nash ignored my sarcasm. I thought so at the time, and I couldnt figure out whyhed go to that much trouble. But the payoffs obvious now. He gestured toward the house, and the party full of teenagers whod nearly become the client base of an alternate-realm drug dealer.
But the payoff wasnt obvious to me. Whats Avari getting out of this?
My guess is that hell feed from their suffering until they die. Hell, Carters just become a twenty-four-hour buffet.
And suddenly my stomach wanted to send those tacos back up. Do you think hes given up on them? I waved my hand at the party still in progress.
Not a chance. But itll give us some time to think.
Mentally and physically exhausted, I sank back onto the bench, far from encouraged by the temporary reprieve. So, you know how to get in touch with Everett, right? You call him when you needmore? The very thought gave me chills, but if Nash knew how to find him, at least wed have some valuable information to give my dad. Or whoever was most qualified to deal with a half-harpy Netherworld drug dealer.
Did we even have people like that? A supernatural equivalent of the police? Or was this a neighborhood-watch kind of operation?
I honestly wasnt sure which possibility frightened me more.
Not exactly, Nash said, avoiding my eyes again. I dont know how it works with his humanclients, but in my case, Everett is just the mule. Avari collects the payment personally.
I closed my eyes, trying to sort the facts out in my head. It was physically impossible for hellions to cross into our world, and Nash said he wasnt crossing over, either. I dont get it, I said as a new foreboding twisted my guts even tighter. How does he take payment if neither of you crosses over?
Its kind of a long-distance operation. Nash sighed and finally met my gaze before I could show off another confused frown. There are a few ways for a hellion to interact with the human world, and they all suck.
He shuddered with some horrible memory, and a sudden wave of intuition rolled over me, dropping another piece of the puzzle into place in my head. Your nightmare Avari talks to you in your sleep?
His eyes closed, like he was scrambling for composureor for control of the telltale swirling in his irisesand when he met my gaze again, his own seemed somehow closed off. Like hed slammed shut the windows to his soul. I wouldnt call it talking, but yeah. In my dreams, or through anintermediary.
An intermediary?
Nash sighed. He can sometimes talk to me through someone in this worldanyone he has a connection with.
