My Soul to Save
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Suddenly I was very glad no one else could hear Tod. I wished they couldnt hear me, either. Demon, as in hellion? I whispered, as low as I could speak and still be heard.
Tod nodded with his usual slow, grim smile. The very word hellion sent a jolt of terror through me, but Tods eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he could actually get high on danger. I guess thats what you get when you mix boredom with the afterlife.
She sold her soul. Nash whispered, revulsion echoing within the sudden understanding in his voice.
Id never met a hellionthey couldnt leave the Netherworld, fortunatelybut I was intimately familiar with their appetite for human souls. Six weeks earlier, my aunt had tried to trade five poached teenage souls in exchange for her own eternal youth and beauty, but her plan went bad in the end, and she wound up paying in part with her own soul. But not before four girls died for her vanity.
Tod shrugged. Thats what it looks like to me.
Horror filled me. Why would anyone do that?
Nash looked like he shared my revulsion, but Tod only shrugged again, clearly unbothered by the most horrifying concept Id ever encountered. They usually ask for fame, fortune, and beauty.
All of which Eden had in spades.
Okay, so she sold her soul to a hellion. That statement sound wrong in sooo many ways. Do I even want to know how Demons Breath got into Edens body in its place?
Probably not, Nash whispered, as heavy black curtains began to slide across the front of the stage, cutting off the shocked, horrified chatter from the auditorium.
But as usual, Tod was happy to give me a morbid peek into the Netherworldcomplete with irreverent hand gestures. When the hellion literally sucked out her soul, he replaced it with his own breath. That kept her alive until her time to die. Which is why Libbys here. Demons Breath is a controlled substance in the Netherworld, and it has to be disposed of very carefully. Libbys trained to do that.
A controlled substance? I felt my brows dip in confusion. Like plutonium?
Tod chuckled, running his fingers across a panel of dead electronic equipment propped against the wall. More like heroin.
I sighed and leaned into Nash, letting the warmth of his body comfort me. The Netherworld is soooo weird.
You have no idea. Tods curls bounced when he turned to face Libby again, where the lady reaper had now inhaled most of the sluggish Demons Breath. It swirled slowly into her mouth in a long, thick strand, like a ghostly trail of rotting spaghetti. Come on, I want to talk to her. He took off toward the stage without waiting for our reply, and I lunged after him, hoping he was solid enough to touch.
He wasat least for me. Though I wassure Nashs hand would have gone right through the reaper.
Wait. I hauled him back in spite of the weird look I got from some random stagehand in a black tee. We cant just trot across the stage without being seen. Though, there were certainly times I wished I could go invisible. Like, during P.E. The girls basketball coach was out to get me, I was sure of it.
And I dont think I want to meet this super-reaper. Nash stuffed his hands in his front pockets. The garden varietys weird enough.
Plus, most reapers hold no fondness for bean sidhes. The combined natural abilities of a male and female bean sidhethe potential to return a soul to its bodyare in direct opposition with a reapers entire purpose in life. Or, the afterlife.
Tod was the rare exception to this mutual species aversion, by virtue of being both bean sidhe and reaper.
Fine, but dont expect me to pass on any pearls of wisdom she coughs up. Tods gaze settled on me, and his full, perfect lips turned up into a wicked smile. He knew he had me; I was trying to learn everything I could about the Netherworld, to make up for living the first sixteen years of my life in total ignorance, thanks to my familys misguided attempt to keep me safe. And as creeped-out as I was by Edens sudden, soulless death, I wouldnt pass up the opportunity to learn something neither Tod nor Nash could teach me.
Nash, please? I pulled his hand from his pocket and wound my fingers through his. I would go without him, but Id rather have his company, and I was pretty sure Id get it. He wouldnt leave me alone with Tod, because he didnt entirely trust his undead brother.
Neither did I.
I saw Nashs decision in the frown lines around his mouth before he nodded, so I stood on my toes to kiss him. Excitement tingled along the length of my spine and settled to burn lower when our lips touched, and when I pulled away, his hazel eyes churned with swirls of green and brown, a sure sign that a bean sidhe was feeling something strong. Not that humans could see it.
Nash nodded again to answer my unspoken question. Yours are swirling, too.
I dared a grin in spite of the solemn circumstances, and Tod rolled his eyes at our display. Then he stomped off silently to meet this special reaper.
The fluttering in my stomach settled into a heavy anchor of dread as we followed Tod behind the stage, dodging shell-shocked technicians and stagehands on our way to the opposite wing. I needed all the information I could find about the Netherworld to keep myself from accidentally stumbling into something dangerous, but I didnt exactly look forward to meeting more reapers. Especially the creepy, intimidating woman swallowing the ominous life-source that had kept Eden up and singing for who knew how long.
Tod nodded with his usual slow, grim smile. The very word hellion sent a jolt of terror through me, but Tods eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he could actually get high on danger. I guess thats what you get when you mix boredom with the afterlife.
She sold her soul. Nash whispered, revulsion echoing within the sudden understanding in his voice.
Id never met a hellionthey couldnt leave the Netherworld, fortunatelybut I was intimately familiar with their appetite for human souls. Six weeks earlier, my aunt had tried to trade five poached teenage souls in exchange for her own eternal youth and beauty, but her plan went bad in the end, and she wound up paying in part with her own soul. But not before four girls died for her vanity.
Tod shrugged. Thats what it looks like to me.
Horror filled me. Why would anyone do that?
Nash looked like he shared my revulsion, but Tod only shrugged again, clearly unbothered by the most horrifying concept Id ever encountered. They usually ask for fame, fortune, and beauty.
All of which Eden had in spades.
Okay, so she sold her soul to a hellion. That statement sound wrong in sooo many ways. Do I even want to know how Demons Breath got into Edens body in its place?
Probably not, Nash whispered, as heavy black curtains began to slide across the front of the stage, cutting off the shocked, horrified chatter from the auditorium.
But as usual, Tod was happy to give me a morbid peek into the Netherworldcomplete with irreverent hand gestures. When the hellion literally sucked out her soul, he replaced it with his own breath. That kept her alive until her time to die. Which is why Libbys here. Demons Breath is a controlled substance in the Netherworld, and it has to be disposed of very carefully. Libbys trained to do that.
A controlled substance? I felt my brows dip in confusion. Like plutonium?
Tod chuckled, running his fingers across a panel of dead electronic equipment propped against the wall. More like heroin.
I sighed and leaned into Nash, letting the warmth of his body comfort me. The Netherworld is soooo weird.
You have no idea. Tods curls bounced when he turned to face Libby again, where the lady reaper had now inhaled most of the sluggish Demons Breath. It swirled slowly into her mouth in a long, thick strand, like a ghostly trail of rotting spaghetti. Come on, I want to talk to her. He took off toward the stage without waiting for our reply, and I lunged after him, hoping he was solid enough to touch.
He wasat least for me. Though I wassure Nashs hand would have gone right through the reaper.
Wait. I hauled him back in spite of the weird look I got from some random stagehand in a black tee. We cant just trot across the stage without being seen. Though, there were certainly times I wished I could go invisible. Like, during P.E. The girls basketball coach was out to get me, I was sure of it.
And I dont think I want to meet this super-reaper. Nash stuffed his hands in his front pockets. The garden varietys weird enough.
Plus, most reapers hold no fondness for bean sidhes. The combined natural abilities of a male and female bean sidhethe potential to return a soul to its bodyare in direct opposition with a reapers entire purpose in life. Or, the afterlife.
Tod was the rare exception to this mutual species aversion, by virtue of being both bean sidhe and reaper.
Fine, but dont expect me to pass on any pearls of wisdom she coughs up. Tods gaze settled on me, and his full, perfect lips turned up into a wicked smile. He knew he had me; I was trying to learn everything I could about the Netherworld, to make up for living the first sixteen years of my life in total ignorance, thanks to my familys misguided attempt to keep me safe. And as creeped-out as I was by Edens sudden, soulless death, I wouldnt pass up the opportunity to learn something neither Tod nor Nash could teach me.
Nash, please? I pulled his hand from his pocket and wound my fingers through his. I would go without him, but Id rather have his company, and I was pretty sure Id get it. He wouldnt leave me alone with Tod, because he didnt entirely trust his undead brother.
Neither did I.
I saw Nashs decision in the frown lines around his mouth before he nodded, so I stood on my toes to kiss him. Excitement tingled along the length of my spine and settled to burn lower when our lips touched, and when I pulled away, his hazel eyes churned with swirls of green and brown, a sure sign that a bean sidhe was feeling something strong. Not that humans could see it.
Nash nodded again to answer my unspoken question. Yours are swirling, too.
I dared a grin in spite of the solemn circumstances, and Tod rolled his eyes at our display. Then he stomped off silently to meet this special reaper.
The fluttering in my stomach settled into a heavy anchor of dread as we followed Tod behind the stage, dodging shell-shocked technicians and stagehands on our way to the opposite wing. I needed all the information I could find about the Netherworld to keep myself from accidentally stumbling into something dangerous, but I didnt exactly look forward to meeting more reapers. Especially the creepy, intimidating woman swallowing the ominous life-source that had kept Eden up and singing for who knew how long.
