My Soul to Keep
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Somehow, I wasnt very comforted.
What else are you? Other than human? I wanted both my hands empty, in case I had to defend myself. Or Emma. But I was reluctant to put down the phonemy security blanket and only connection to the rest of the world. The human world, anyway.
Alec crossed Emmas arms beneath her breasts, looking physically comfortable for the first time since hed claimed her body. Yet her expression spoke of long-term anger and resentment. Of a grudge that had been allowed to fester. I am a proxy to a hellion in the Netherworld.
A proxy?
Alecs frown deepened as his obvious self-loathing swelled.
Im used as a servant and energy storage unit. Like an assistant you can eat.
Eat? I didnt bother to hide my horror, and Alec nodded, pushing back a strand of Emmas hair when it fell into her eyes.
Not literally, of course. Well, not like we eat, anyway. Emmas shoulders shrugged within the borrowed shirt. Many hellions do consume flesh. Fortunately, the one I serve does not. He uses me like a sports bottle, Alec continued. An emergency drink when there isnt enough human energy bleeding over from your world.
Eewww! No wonder Alecs grudge was festering.
Sorry about the whole human Gatorade thing, I said, glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand1:08 a.m. What were the chances that Ms. Marshall would stay out long enough for me to get rid of Emmas visitor? But what does that have to do with Emma?
Nothing. It has to do with you. He smiled, like I should have been flattered. Emma was the closest available intermediary.
She wasnt available! I snapped, indignation on her behalf bolstering my courage. She was asleep. But then something new occurred to me, when I remembered passing out as Nash drove me to work on Sunday. Did you make her fall asleep?
Alec shook Emmas head somberly. Thats beyond my ability. The most we can do is give someone whos already tired a little push toward slumber. During sleep, the mind is more susceptible to sharing space in the body.
So you pushed Emma out of her body?
No. He chuckled. The talking boost actually laughed! Shes still in here. I just pushed her over a bit. He shrugged, looking almost as unconcerned by his violation of her free will as Tod was by his regular violation of closed doors. She was almost asleep, anyway.
My next breath was an exasperated huff. Id had it with peopleand non-peopletaking liberties with moral norms! Personal boundarieswhether body, mind, or homewere not up for negotiation!
Getout of Emma, and dont ever push her over again! I propped both hands on my hips, hoping to look threatening, though surely he knew I wouldnt hurt my best friend, even to hurt him. Pick another intermediary. Or better yet, stay out of my friends and away from me!
Alecs sigh slipped through Emmas lips. I would gladly use another bodypreferably one without breasts My best friend glanced down at her own chest as if she didnt know what to do with such generous curves. Unfortunately, you dont surround yourself with many potential intermediaries. A hint of desperation leaked through onto Emmas features. But I swear to you, on both my life and my soul, that if you help meif you let us help each othermy need for an intermediary will soon be a thing of the past.
I blinked at Emma/Alec in disbelief. Youre asking me for a favor?
Emmas head nodded steadily. And offering one, as well.
Curiosity overwhelmed me, in spite of my desperation to put Emma back in control of her body. What could you possibly do for me?
His smile widened on her face, and Emmas straight white teeth seemed to taunt me. Return your damaged lover.
My what?
Confusion must have shown clearly on my face, because Emma/Alec raised both brows in a rather masculine look of amusement. Your boyfriend. Nash. I assume you remember him. Or does the heart forget so soon?
Terror shot through me in a jolt of white-hot adrenaline, then settled into my gut like lead. My free hand gripped the back of Emmas desk chair and I sank into it, stunned. What are you talking about?
Emmas smile faded and her forehead furrowed as he stepped closer, moving stiffly in the unfamiliar body. My boss has your boyfriend in the Netherworld. I can help you get him backin exchange for passage into your world.
Vertigo crashed over me and I wobbled on the chair as Alecs claim truly sank in. No. I shook my head so hard Emmas bedroom swam wildly. Nash couldnt be in the Netherworld. Id left him at the party less than two hours ago.
No, you wont cross me over, or no, you dont believe me?
No, Nash cant be in the Netherworld. Confused and horrified, I stood and spun away from him, my gaze skipping around the room in search of answers Emmas clothes and furniture could never provide. He cant cross over.
How did Alec know I could cross over?
Oh, he had help, Alec said, ducking Emmas head to catch my gaze.
Help? Not Tod. He would never intentionally do anything that could hurt Nash.
What else are you? Other than human? I wanted both my hands empty, in case I had to defend myself. Or Emma. But I was reluctant to put down the phonemy security blanket and only connection to the rest of the world. The human world, anyway.
Alec crossed Emmas arms beneath her breasts, looking physically comfortable for the first time since hed claimed her body. Yet her expression spoke of long-term anger and resentment. Of a grudge that had been allowed to fester. I am a proxy to a hellion in the Netherworld.
A proxy?
Alecs frown deepened as his obvious self-loathing swelled.
Im used as a servant and energy storage unit. Like an assistant you can eat.
Eat? I didnt bother to hide my horror, and Alec nodded, pushing back a strand of Emmas hair when it fell into her eyes.
Not literally, of course. Well, not like we eat, anyway. Emmas shoulders shrugged within the borrowed shirt. Many hellions do consume flesh. Fortunately, the one I serve does not. He uses me like a sports bottle, Alec continued. An emergency drink when there isnt enough human energy bleeding over from your world.
Eewww! No wonder Alecs grudge was festering.
Sorry about the whole human Gatorade thing, I said, glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand1:08 a.m. What were the chances that Ms. Marshall would stay out long enough for me to get rid of Emmas visitor? But what does that have to do with Emma?
Nothing. It has to do with you. He smiled, like I should have been flattered. Emma was the closest available intermediary.
She wasnt available! I snapped, indignation on her behalf bolstering my courage. She was asleep. But then something new occurred to me, when I remembered passing out as Nash drove me to work on Sunday. Did you make her fall asleep?
Alec shook Emmas head somberly. Thats beyond my ability. The most we can do is give someone whos already tired a little push toward slumber. During sleep, the mind is more susceptible to sharing space in the body.
So you pushed Emma out of her body?
No. He chuckled. The talking boost actually laughed! Shes still in here. I just pushed her over a bit. He shrugged, looking almost as unconcerned by his violation of her free will as Tod was by his regular violation of closed doors. She was almost asleep, anyway.
My next breath was an exasperated huff. Id had it with peopleand non-peopletaking liberties with moral norms! Personal boundarieswhether body, mind, or homewere not up for negotiation!
Getout of Emma, and dont ever push her over again! I propped both hands on my hips, hoping to look threatening, though surely he knew I wouldnt hurt my best friend, even to hurt him. Pick another intermediary. Or better yet, stay out of my friends and away from me!
Alecs sigh slipped through Emmas lips. I would gladly use another bodypreferably one without breasts My best friend glanced down at her own chest as if she didnt know what to do with such generous curves. Unfortunately, you dont surround yourself with many potential intermediaries. A hint of desperation leaked through onto Emmas features. But I swear to you, on both my life and my soul, that if you help meif you let us help each othermy need for an intermediary will soon be a thing of the past.
I blinked at Emma/Alec in disbelief. Youre asking me for a favor?
Emmas head nodded steadily. And offering one, as well.
Curiosity overwhelmed me, in spite of my desperation to put Emma back in control of her body. What could you possibly do for me?
His smile widened on her face, and Emmas straight white teeth seemed to taunt me. Return your damaged lover.
My what?
Confusion must have shown clearly on my face, because Emma/Alec raised both brows in a rather masculine look of amusement. Your boyfriend. Nash. I assume you remember him. Or does the heart forget so soon?
Terror shot through me in a jolt of white-hot adrenaline, then settled into my gut like lead. My free hand gripped the back of Emmas desk chair and I sank into it, stunned. What are you talking about?
Emmas smile faded and her forehead furrowed as he stepped closer, moving stiffly in the unfamiliar body. My boss has your boyfriend in the Netherworld. I can help you get him backin exchange for passage into your world.
Vertigo crashed over me and I wobbled on the chair as Alecs claim truly sank in. No. I shook my head so hard Emmas bedroom swam wildly. Nash couldnt be in the Netherworld. Id left him at the party less than two hours ago.
No, you wont cross me over, or no, you dont believe me?
No, Nash cant be in the Netherworld. Confused and horrified, I stood and spun away from him, my gaze skipping around the room in search of answers Emmas clothes and furniture could never provide. He cant cross over.
How did Alec know I could cross over?
Oh, he had help, Alec said, ducking Emmas head to catch my gaze.
Help? Not Tod. He would never intentionally do anything that could hurt Nash.
