My Soul to Save
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You never know, Kaylee. She drank from her glass again, probably to hide her disappointment, which had virtually erased the deep dimples from her cheeks. Emergencies happen, and you might need to know how to go to the Netherworld someday, instead of just peeking into it.
I frowned, showcasing my hesitance as I chewed my last bite of cookie. Isnt that dangerous?
She shrugged and pushed up the sleeves of her snug lilac sweater. Unsupervised, yes. But the risk would be pretty minimal if we cross over from here.
Because human houses dont exist in the Netherworld? I was thinking of what shed told me on Sunday.
Thats true, but Netherworlders do have homes of their own, and if you cross over without knowing where youll come out, you could wind up somewhere you dont want to be.
I was betting that was a pretty big understatement.
Cant we just peek in and see whats here on the Netherworld plane?
Kind of. Harmony sat straighter; she was perking up now that I was openly curious. When you peek into the Netherworld from here, or vice versa, youre seeing the two realities layered, one over the other. That can be really confusing if you arent used to mentally sorting out what youre seeing. You could easily overlook something important. Or dangerous.
So, how do you know its safe to cross over from your house? I asked, then let my brows rise in eagerness. Youve done it, havent you? Where would we wind up?
Harmony set her glass on the end table, then met my gaze frankly. Yes, Ive done it. I had to cross over when we first moved here, to make sure it was safe in case of an emergency. I still do it periodically, to make sure nothings changed.
What could change?
She shrugged. The landscape there evolves, just like ours does, based on the needs of the populace.
So, is it safe?
She smiled, obviously enjoying my interest. Yes, its safe. Comparatively speaking, anyway. This spot in the Netherworld she spread her arms to take in her entire house isunoccupied. But, Kaylee, things are different there. Its like a warped reflection of our world. Everything is skewed, like the world kind of shifted after everything was built.
I knew exactly what she meant, though Id never actually been to the Netherworld, because Id seen the things that lived there. They were skewed, too. Disproportionate, like images stretched or squished in carnival mirrors. I could only imagine what their surroundings must look like.
And I only wanted to imagine. But my imagination wouldnt get the Page sisters back their souls. Or get me out of my house if my father didnt go to bed at a decent hour
Have you ever crossed over from my house? My heart thumped painfully as I said the words. Shed see through my question. Shed know what I was upto. Shed tell my dad, and it would all be over. Addy would die soulless, and Regan would follow her sister, whenever her time came.
But Harmony only cocked her head to one side, frowning at me as the unpleasant possibilities occurred to her. Only once. Why?
I thought quickly, and went with a half truth. It creeps me out to think that someone elsesome weird Netherworld familycould be living in an alternate version of my house. What if I have one of those emergencies and have to cross over? Id rather know what I was getting into before I actually get there. To make sure its safe. I quoted her own words back to her, and Harmonys bright blue eyes darkened for a moment, before clearing like the sky after a summer storm.
I admired her control. Her perseverance. Harmony had picked herself up and pieced her life together twice, after the deaths of both her husband and her oldest son, and she still found enough of herself to share with people who needed her. To protect both me and Nash, and by extension, Emma, Addy, and Regan.
You dont have to worry about that. She handed me the cookie she had yet to taste, as if a little sugar really could make everything all better. The Netherworld is much more sparsely populated than our world, she continued as I bit into the cookie. So its not like every house here represents a house there. If you crossed over from home, youd find overgrown fields, with buildings in the distance, in the direction of our downtown district. Very similar to what youd see if you crossed over from here.
Good. I kept chewing to disguise my exhalation of relief.
But, Kaylee, that doesnt mean you should try it. She was solemn now, blue eyes glittering with urgent warning. The Netherworld is dangerous, especially for bean sidhes, and you should never go there unless you literally have no other choice.
I could only nod. But if I needed to? If I had that emergency? I paused and met her eyes, letting mine shine with equal parts eagerness and careful dread. As if I wanted the knowledge but hoped never to have to use it. Which was totally true; my fear was real enough to pass scrutiny. You said it works just like peeking, right?
Yeah. She held her glass in both hands and leaned back against the arm of the couch, looking easily a quarter of her actual age with one foot tucked beneath her slim leg. The difference is in the intent. If you call your wail on purpose, like you learned to do on Monday, but with the intent of going to the Netherworld, rather than just peeking in, youll cross over. She set her glass down again and sat straighter, as if to underline the importance of whatever she was about to say. Its frighteningly simple, Kaylee. The most important thing to learn is how not to go, when you just want to peek, because once youve crossed over that first time, your body remembers how. And sometimes it seems like it wants to be there, even if you dont.
I frowned, showcasing my hesitance as I chewed my last bite of cookie. Isnt that dangerous?
She shrugged and pushed up the sleeves of her snug lilac sweater. Unsupervised, yes. But the risk would be pretty minimal if we cross over from here.
Because human houses dont exist in the Netherworld? I was thinking of what shed told me on Sunday.
Thats true, but Netherworlders do have homes of their own, and if you cross over without knowing where youll come out, you could wind up somewhere you dont want to be.
I was betting that was a pretty big understatement.
Cant we just peek in and see whats here on the Netherworld plane?
Kind of. Harmony sat straighter; she was perking up now that I was openly curious. When you peek into the Netherworld from here, or vice versa, youre seeing the two realities layered, one over the other. That can be really confusing if you arent used to mentally sorting out what youre seeing. You could easily overlook something important. Or dangerous.
So, how do you know its safe to cross over from your house? I asked, then let my brows rise in eagerness. Youve done it, havent you? Where would we wind up?
Harmony set her glass on the end table, then met my gaze frankly. Yes, Ive done it. I had to cross over when we first moved here, to make sure it was safe in case of an emergency. I still do it periodically, to make sure nothings changed.
What could change?
She shrugged. The landscape there evolves, just like ours does, based on the needs of the populace.
So, is it safe?
She smiled, obviously enjoying my interest. Yes, its safe. Comparatively speaking, anyway. This spot in the Netherworld she spread her arms to take in her entire house isunoccupied. But, Kaylee, things are different there. Its like a warped reflection of our world. Everything is skewed, like the world kind of shifted after everything was built.
I knew exactly what she meant, though Id never actually been to the Netherworld, because Id seen the things that lived there. They were skewed, too. Disproportionate, like images stretched or squished in carnival mirrors. I could only imagine what their surroundings must look like.
And I only wanted to imagine. But my imagination wouldnt get the Page sisters back their souls. Or get me out of my house if my father didnt go to bed at a decent hour
Have you ever crossed over from my house? My heart thumped painfully as I said the words. Shed see through my question. Shed know what I was upto. Shed tell my dad, and it would all be over. Addy would die soulless, and Regan would follow her sister, whenever her time came.
But Harmony only cocked her head to one side, frowning at me as the unpleasant possibilities occurred to her. Only once. Why?
I thought quickly, and went with a half truth. It creeps me out to think that someone elsesome weird Netherworld familycould be living in an alternate version of my house. What if I have one of those emergencies and have to cross over? Id rather know what I was getting into before I actually get there. To make sure its safe. I quoted her own words back to her, and Harmonys bright blue eyes darkened for a moment, before clearing like the sky after a summer storm.
I admired her control. Her perseverance. Harmony had picked herself up and pieced her life together twice, after the deaths of both her husband and her oldest son, and she still found enough of herself to share with people who needed her. To protect both me and Nash, and by extension, Emma, Addy, and Regan.
You dont have to worry about that. She handed me the cookie she had yet to taste, as if a little sugar really could make everything all better. The Netherworld is much more sparsely populated than our world, she continued as I bit into the cookie. So its not like every house here represents a house there. If you crossed over from home, youd find overgrown fields, with buildings in the distance, in the direction of our downtown district. Very similar to what youd see if you crossed over from here.
Good. I kept chewing to disguise my exhalation of relief.
But, Kaylee, that doesnt mean you should try it. She was solemn now, blue eyes glittering with urgent warning. The Netherworld is dangerous, especially for bean sidhes, and you should never go there unless you literally have no other choice.
I could only nod. But if I needed to? If I had that emergency? I paused and met her eyes, letting mine shine with equal parts eagerness and careful dread. As if I wanted the knowledge but hoped never to have to use it. Which was totally true; my fear was real enough to pass scrutiny. You said it works just like peeking, right?
Yeah. She held her glass in both hands and leaned back against the arm of the couch, looking easily a quarter of her actual age with one foot tucked beneath her slim leg. The difference is in the intent. If you call your wail on purpose, like you learned to do on Monday, but with the intent of going to the Netherworld, rather than just peeking in, youll cross over. She set her glass down again and sat straighter, as if to underline the importance of whatever she was about to say. Its frighteningly simple, Kaylee. The most important thing to learn is how not to go, when you just want to peek, because once youve crossed over that first time, your body remembers how. And sometimes it seems like it wants to be there, even if you dont.
