My Soul to Save
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HEY, COME ON IN. Harmony Hudson held the front door propped open for us before wed even made it out of the car. Whats wrong with Emma?
Nash glanced back at her as he crossed the dead grass, and I followed his gaze to find Emma looking a little dazed as she locked her car, as if what shed learned had finally truly sunk in. The reaper had disappeared entirely.
She just met Tod. I stepped into Nashs dark, warm living room and dropped my bag on the floor by the couch.
Aah Harmony smiled knowingly as Emma stepped onto the porch. Youre going to need some processed sugar. Come on in and have a cookie.
Emma didnt even try to resist. Shed had enough of Harmonys treats to know better than to turn down the offer, even though she was already running late for work, thanks to our short detour.
Harmony closed the front door and followed us into the kitchen, where we gathered around the island and a plate of still-warm chocolate cookies, glittering under the fluorescent lights with a sprinkling of granulated sugar.
I swear, Harmony, if you dont stop baking, I wont be able to fit in my own car. Assuming I ever get it back. I let my backpack slide to the floor while I bit into the cookie, surprised to discover a sweetened-peanut-butter center. Im sorry my dad bugged you last night, I said around another mouthful. He totally overreacted.
You know, it wouldnt hurt you to check in with him every now and then, to keep him from worrying. Nashs mom reached across the island to smack her sons shoulder. You, too. You have a cell phone for a reason.
Nash shrugged and avoided answering by shoving an entire cookie into his mouth. But I felt obligated to answer.
Hes my dad. Hes going to worry no matter what I do. And part of me was grateful that he was concerned over something legitimate, rather than something stupid, like the lead content of my shampoo bottle. But the other part of me couldnt quite escape the irony. For the past thirteen years, he hadnt even known when my curfew was, and now hed gone all father-of-the-year.
Before Addyd called, we were on track to get home before anyone expected us. If Id known what was going to happen, Id have called my dad, even if only to make up a reason Id be late. But after Addys call, things had moved so fast Id honestly forgotten I had a cell, much less a curfew.
Mmm, Emma groaned around her first bite, and I swear her eyes nearly rolled back into her head. Can I take one for the road?
Harmony beamed and immediately began rooting through one of the island drawers. Ill pack several for you.
Emma left fiveminutes later, armed with a paper bag of peanut-butter-surprise cookies and a private promise to meet us in Nashs driveway at midnight. His mom would already be at work, and surely my dad would be asleep by then. Assuming I didnt wake him sneaking out of the house.
With Emma gone, Harmony sent Nash to his room with a plateful of cookies and a strong suggestion that he take advantage of the privacy to do some homework.
When his Xbox whirred to life a minute later, we shared an eye roll. Nash would leave his homework until the last possible moment, and likely only half finish it. And hed still manage straight Bs. If hed ever actually applied himself, he could probably have been valedictorian.
Harmony poured soda over ice in two glasses, then gestured with a nod of her head for me to grab a couple of cookies on our way into the living room. Your dad knows youre here, right? She sipped from her glass as she walked backward through the swinging door, to hold it open for me.
Yeah. These lessons were his idea. He says arming myself with information is the best way to avoid trouble. Or something like that. A fact Id reminded him of when he threatened to make me come straight home from school.
With any luck, he wouldnt guess that the knowledge I was about to arm myself with could get me into more trouble than he could possibly imagine.
Hopefully it would be enough to get us all out of trouble, too.
I had a vague plan for how to get Harmony to teach me what we needed to know, and to make her think it was her idea. Reverse psychology. It only works on preschoolers and adults.
We could just skip todays lesson and gorge on junk food instead. I sank onto the couch and set the napkin-wrapped bundle of cookies on the coffee table. We dont have to tell my dad.
The shades of blue in Harmonys irises churned languidly, and her frown looked impossibly cute for an eighty-two-year-old woman. But then again, she was holding up remarkably well for an octogenarian. Kaylee, you need to learn about your bean sidhe heritage and your abilities. Id hate for you to stumble into something by accident later, like you did with Belphegore.
Oh, I wont. Not now that I know what I am. And its not like Im ever going to use any of this, right? I shrugged, but inside I flinched from her hurt look. I mean, I already know how to hold back my wail, and thats all I really need, right? I hated feigning disinterest in what she had to show me, when I was really very curious. And I hated it even worse that I sounded ungrateful for her help. But Addys and Regans souls depended on making Harmony want to teach me something my father wouldnt approve of. Something shed normally never show me.
HEY, COME ON IN. Harmony Hudson held the front door propped open for us before wed even made it out of the car. Whats wrong with Emma?
Nash glanced back at her as he crossed the dead grass, and I followed his gaze to find Emma looking a little dazed as she locked her car, as if what shed learned had finally truly sunk in. The reaper had disappeared entirely.
She just met Tod. I stepped into Nashs dark, warm living room and dropped my bag on the floor by the couch.
Aah Harmony smiled knowingly as Emma stepped onto the porch. Youre going to need some processed sugar. Come on in and have a cookie.
Emma didnt even try to resist. Shed had enough of Harmonys treats to know better than to turn down the offer, even though she was already running late for work, thanks to our short detour.
Harmony closed the front door and followed us into the kitchen, where we gathered around the island and a plate of still-warm chocolate cookies, glittering under the fluorescent lights with a sprinkling of granulated sugar.
I swear, Harmony, if you dont stop baking, I wont be able to fit in my own car. Assuming I ever get it back. I let my backpack slide to the floor while I bit into the cookie, surprised to discover a sweetened-peanut-butter center. Im sorry my dad bugged you last night, I said around another mouthful. He totally overreacted.
You know, it wouldnt hurt you to check in with him every now and then, to keep him from worrying. Nashs mom reached across the island to smack her sons shoulder. You, too. You have a cell phone for a reason.
Nash shrugged and avoided answering by shoving an entire cookie into his mouth. But I felt obligated to answer.
Hes my dad. Hes going to worry no matter what I do. And part of me was grateful that he was concerned over something legitimate, rather than something stupid, like the lead content of my shampoo bottle. But the other part of me couldnt quite escape the irony. For the past thirteen years, he hadnt even known when my curfew was, and now hed gone all father-of-the-year.
Before Addyd called, we were on track to get home before anyone expected us. If Id known what was going to happen, Id have called my dad, even if only to make up a reason Id be late. But after Addys call, things had moved so fast Id honestly forgotten I had a cell, much less a curfew.
Mmm, Emma groaned around her first bite, and I swear her eyes nearly rolled back into her head. Can I take one for the road?
Harmony beamed and immediately began rooting through one of the island drawers. Ill pack several for you.
Emma left fiveminutes later, armed with a paper bag of peanut-butter-surprise cookies and a private promise to meet us in Nashs driveway at midnight. His mom would already be at work, and surely my dad would be asleep by then. Assuming I didnt wake him sneaking out of the house.
With Emma gone, Harmony sent Nash to his room with a plateful of cookies and a strong suggestion that he take advantage of the privacy to do some homework.
When his Xbox whirred to life a minute later, we shared an eye roll. Nash would leave his homework until the last possible moment, and likely only half finish it. And hed still manage straight Bs. If hed ever actually applied himself, he could probably have been valedictorian.
Harmony poured soda over ice in two glasses, then gestured with a nod of her head for me to grab a couple of cookies on our way into the living room. Your dad knows youre here, right? She sipped from her glass as she walked backward through the swinging door, to hold it open for me.
Yeah. These lessons were his idea. He says arming myself with information is the best way to avoid trouble. Or something like that. A fact Id reminded him of when he threatened to make me come straight home from school.
With any luck, he wouldnt guess that the knowledge I was about to arm myself with could get me into more trouble than he could possibly imagine.
Hopefully it would be enough to get us all out of trouble, too.
I had a vague plan for how to get Harmony to teach me what we needed to know, and to make her think it was her idea. Reverse psychology. It only works on preschoolers and adults.
We could just skip todays lesson and gorge on junk food instead. I sank onto the couch and set the napkin-wrapped bundle of cookies on the coffee table. We dont have to tell my dad.
The shades of blue in Harmonys irises churned languidly, and her frown looked impossibly cute for an eighty-two-year-old woman. But then again, she was holding up remarkably well for an octogenarian. Kaylee, you need to learn about your bean sidhe heritage and your abilities. Id hate for you to stumble into something by accident later, like you did with Belphegore.
Oh, I wont. Not now that I know what I am. And its not like Im ever going to use any of this, right? I shrugged, but inside I flinched from her hurt look. I mean, I already know how to hold back my wail, and thats all I really need, right? I hated feigning disinterest in what she had to show me, when I was really very curious. And I hated it even worse that I sounded ungrateful for her help. But Addys and Regans souls depended on making Harmony want to teach me something my father wouldnt approve of. Something shed normally never show me.
