My Soul to Keep
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How did you get to him? I demanded, uncovering the receiver. Yes, I was stalling, but I also needed to know how hed crossed my father over, so I could stop him from doing it again. Otherwise, bargaining for my dads freedom, or even his life, would be like holding ice in my palm in July; it would only melt away again.
My resources are vast, Ms. Cavanaugh, and unlike you, I have no moral qualms preventing me from using them to my advantage.
I stood, pacing the length of my living room as I spoke. Is that your way of saying you have people?
He chuckled again, sounding genuinely amused that time. I suppose so. I have many, many people. One more, in fact, than I had an hour ago.
My anger raged again at his implication, but I did my best to contain it. Avari was trying to make me mad. Trying to rush me into a snap decision that would likely get all three of us killed.
Out of the corner of my eye, something moved, and I glanced up to see that Tod had returned. Its not Emma, he said, breathing hard, as if hed actually had to exert himself for that piece of information. Or as if he was too furious to breathe properly. Shes having brunch with her mom and one of her sisters. Its not my mom, either. I already checked.
Crap! Who else could it be?
So what about your people, Ms. Cavanaugh? Avari asked, blessedly oblivious to the other conversation I was holding. What are you willing to do to save them?
I covered the mouthpiece again and sank onto the edge of the coffee table, my head spinning with anger, frustration, and exhaustion. It could be anyone I moaned to Tod, staring up at him in desperation. What are there now, six billion people on the planet?
Tod shook his head. He cant just possess some random sleeping stranger, Kaylee. The host has to be someone with a connection to the Netherworld. Someone whos left a psychic imprint there, either by crossing over or by tasting death in one form or another. Which is how he got Emma. She was technically dead for a couple of minutes back in September, right?
I nodded, my thoughts as scattered as dandelion fuzz on the breeze. Em had died, and Id crossed over. Those were our connections. Were we both now fair game for demon possession?
It probably also has to be someone with a connection to you. Otherwise, how would he get your phone number? Its unlisted right?
Kaylee? Avaris impatience reclaimed my attention, as Tods new information began to process in the back of my mind.
Its not about what Im willing to risk! I snapped into the phone, having hit the limit of my own tolerance. Its about what I stand to gain from that risk. Which is nothing, because we both know youll never let them go if I cross over. After all, he was a hellion of greed.
I might not, thehellion agreed, and in my mind, I saw a featureless, borrowed head nodding sagely. But youll have to take that chance if you ever want to see your father and boyfriend again.
I covered the mouthpiece and met Tods eyes. Someone whos tasted death and has a connection to me. Like Emma Oh, no. No, no, no Its Sophie. My eyes closed in horror, but I knew I was right. Avaris in Sophie.
Tod frowned, then he was gone again.
Well? Avari said into my ear. Which do you value moretheir lives, or your freedom?
But I had no answer to that because it wasnt a fair questionif I crossed over, Id be giving up both options. Give me a gesture of goodwill, I demanded. A sign that you intend to keep your word.
Avari laughed so hard they probably heard him in the next dimension. What did you have in mind? he asked, amusement still ringing loud and clear in his voice. A pinkie swear?
I rolled my eyes. Where did he get his cultural references, Hannah Montana? Send one of them back now, I clarified. And Ill cross over, then you can release the other. Of course, I had no intention of crossing over, because I didnt believe for a second that hed actually give back either my father or Nash. So his next question stunned me into speechlessness.
Which one?
What? I asked when his words finally sank in.
Which one will you trade yourself for? Which one will you save?
Oh, right, I snapped, digging deep to find the courage for a few more wordsand desperately hoping my bravado didnt get anyone killed. Like youre actually going to let one of them go.
Avari chuckled softly, and the sound skittered up my spine like spiders crawling on long-dead bones. Im just intrigued enough by your proposition to actually send one of them back. But only because your agony over the decision promises to be a rare and extravagant treat.
As if I would ever let him snack on my pain
Still, it was a chance to get one of them out alive, immediately, which meant Tod and I would only have to escape the Netherworld with two passengers, instead of three.
So, which one will it be? The father or the lover? Which do you love more?
I dont know. My father, who loved me, but abandoned me to his brother. Or my boyfriend, who loved me, but lied to me, Influenced me, and let a hellion wear my body.
There were no guarantees that Id make it out of the Netherworld alive with whichever one I left in Avariscare. So the only one whose safety was guaranteedassuming the hellions people couldnt get to him againwas whichever one he sent over immediately.
My resources are vast, Ms. Cavanaugh, and unlike you, I have no moral qualms preventing me from using them to my advantage.
I stood, pacing the length of my living room as I spoke. Is that your way of saying you have people?
He chuckled again, sounding genuinely amused that time. I suppose so. I have many, many people. One more, in fact, than I had an hour ago.
My anger raged again at his implication, but I did my best to contain it. Avari was trying to make me mad. Trying to rush me into a snap decision that would likely get all three of us killed.
Out of the corner of my eye, something moved, and I glanced up to see that Tod had returned. Its not Emma, he said, breathing hard, as if hed actually had to exert himself for that piece of information. Or as if he was too furious to breathe properly. Shes having brunch with her mom and one of her sisters. Its not my mom, either. I already checked.
Crap! Who else could it be?
So what about your people, Ms. Cavanaugh? Avari asked, blessedly oblivious to the other conversation I was holding. What are you willing to do to save them?
I covered the mouthpiece again and sank onto the edge of the coffee table, my head spinning with anger, frustration, and exhaustion. It could be anyone I moaned to Tod, staring up at him in desperation. What are there now, six billion people on the planet?
Tod shook his head. He cant just possess some random sleeping stranger, Kaylee. The host has to be someone with a connection to the Netherworld. Someone whos left a psychic imprint there, either by crossing over or by tasting death in one form or another. Which is how he got Emma. She was technically dead for a couple of minutes back in September, right?
I nodded, my thoughts as scattered as dandelion fuzz on the breeze. Em had died, and Id crossed over. Those were our connections. Were we both now fair game for demon possession?
It probably also has to be someone with a connection to you. Otherwise, how would he get your phone number? Its unlisted right?
Kaylee? Avaris impatience reclaimed my attention, as Tods new information began to process in the back of my mind.
Its not about what Im willing to risk! I snapped into the phone, having hit the limit of my own tolerance. Its about what I stand to gain from that risk. Which is nothing, because we both know youll never let them go if I cross over. After all, he was a hellion of greed.
I might not, thehellion agreed, and in my mind, I saw a featureless, borrowed head nodding sagely. But youll have to take that chance if you ever want to see your father and boyfriend again.
I covered the mouthpiece and met Tods eyes. Someone whos tasted death and has a connection to me. Like Emma Oh, no. No, no, no Its Sophie. My eyes closed in horror, but I knew I was right. Avaris in Sophie.
Tod frowned, then he was gone again.
Well? Avari said into my ear. Which do you value moretheir lives, or your freedom?
But I had no answer to that because it wasnt a fair questionif I crossed over, Id be giving up both options. Give me a gesture of goodwill, I demanded. A sign that you intend to keep your word.
Avari laughed so hard they probably heard him in the next dimension. What did you have in mind? he asked, amusement still ringing loud and clear in his voice. A pinkie swear?
I rolled my eyes. Where did he get his cultural references, Hannah Montana? Send one of them back now, I clarified. And Ill cross over, then you can release the other. Of course, I had no intention of crossing over, because I didnt believe for a second that hed actually give back either my father or Nash. So his next question stunned me into speechlessness.
Which one?
What? I asked when his words finally sank in.
Which one will you trade yourself for? Which one will you save?
Oh, right, I snapped, digging deep to find the courage for a few more wordsand desperately hoping my bravado didnt get anyone killed. Like youre actually going to let one of them go.
Avari chuckled softly, and the sound skittered up my spine like spiders crawling on long-dead bones. Im just intrigued enough by your proposition to actually send one of them back. But only because your agony over the decision promises to be a rare and extravagant treat.
As if I would ever let him snack on my pain
Still, it was a chance to get one of them out alive, immediately, which meant Tod and I would only have to escape the Netherworld with two passengers, instead of three.
So, which one will it be? The father or the lover? Which do you love more?
I dont know. My father, who loved me, but abandoned me to his brother. Or my boyfriend, who loved me, but lied to me, Influenced me, and let a hellion wear my body.
There were no guarantees that Id make it out of the Netherworld alive with whichever one I left in Avariscare. So the only one whose safety was guaranteedassuming the hellions people couldnt get to him againwas whichever one he sent over immediately.
