My Soul to Save
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Information first, I insisted, holding both balloons over my head by the knots sealing them.
No! His arms began to tremble, even as his tail twitched furiously. He was hurting badly, and if he didnt get what he needed soon, someone was going to get hurt. Unfortunately, I didnt have needlelike metallic teeth with which to defend myself.
But my spine was starting to feel quite a bit like steel.
Tell us where to find the hellion of avarice, or well pop the balloons one at a time. Too high up for you to inhale. I nodded at Nash, and he produced his folding knife from one pocket, flipping it open with the press of one button.
No! the fiend screeched, jumping for the balloon in vain.
Nash jerked back in surprise, and the point of his knife pierced the balloon he held. The latex exploded, showering him with bits of purple rubber. He coughed and waved a hand in front of his face, casually clearing away the very substance our little informant craved. Needed
The fiend dropped to his knees, picking up one scrap of latex at a time, sniffing them desperately. But after several seconds, he looked up at us in bitter, pained defeat.
I held up the red balloon. Tell us, or well pop this one, too, I threatened softly, hoping not to attract the attention of the fiends still madly trying to scale the stadium walls. Many of them now lay unconscious on the sidewalk, either from denial of their chemical fix, or from being stomped on by their stronger brethren.
The fiend squealed in fury, and his hands squeezed into tiny fists, his tail whipping behind him angrily, stirring dust from the surface of the parking lot. Fine. Human monsters. No mercy he mumbled, and I almost laughed. His entire species seemed ready to bring about its own end for one more hit of a substance they had no business snorting. Or sniffing. Or whatever. Yet we had no mercy?
Talk. I held the red balloon closer to Nashs knife, as he posed with it threateningly.
The small creature drew himself up straight and squared his shoulders, drawing what little dignity he still possessed around himself like a cape. Hellions loiter where they feed. You want Avari, a hellion of avarice. He will be where greed best festers.
Which is where? I inched the red balloon closer to Nashs knife point.
The fiend shrugged, but the motion was not smooth enough to disguise the tremor now shaking his entire body. Downtown. The greatest bastion of greed I know. The fiend gasped, as if he couldnt suck in a deep-enough breath. At least, not one that wasnt polluted with his poison of choice. Humans call it Prime Life.
The insurance company? Nash cleared his throat gingerly, as if it hurt. Prime Life was the largest insurance firm in the country, and it was headquartered inDallas.
Hmm, I thought, a moment before the fiend nodded silently. That kind of makes sense.
Bastion of greed the fiend repeated. Probably there now He extended both small arms, like a child begging to be picked up. Only this child wanted a party balloon filled with addictive Nether-toxins.
I handed it over, though my stomach churned in response to a less-honorable action than any Id ever taken. After a second thought, I gave him the yellow balloon, too. We had no use for it, and he clearly needed it. The thought of which made my stomach pitch even harder.
But wed gotten what wed come for, and I crossed back into the human world satisfied, if not exactly pleased with myself.
The ends would eventually justify the means, right? So how come I felt like Id just sold my soul?
18
YOU OKAY? Nash asked, when he noticed me limping back to the car.
Fine. Though, I wasnt at all sure of that. My ankle burned fiercely, and was so swollen it seemed to jiggle with each step. But I was afraid to look at it, so I glanced at my watch instead.
It was 2:15 a.m. on the day Abby was fated to die. Unfortunately, we hadnt thought to ask Libby for a specific time, and Levi had been closely guarding the reapers list ever since Tod stole a peek at it six weeks ago, so I already felt like we were working in the dark. Regardless, there wouldnt be time to seek medical attention until Addy and Regan had their souls back and evil had met its match. Until then, I would pretend my ankle was made of steel, like some kind of bionic joint, and that I could feel no pain. I was superhuman. I could do anything.
But Id take some Tylenol, just in case. Lots of Tylenol.
Nash slid behind the wheel of Emmas car again, because I didnt feel like driving. I felt like sleeping, but sleep, like everything else appealing, wasnt an option at the moment.
Nash twisted the key in the ignition and glanced in the rearview mirror at his brother. Well pick up Addy and Regan. He turned the wheel to the left as far as it would go, to cut a tight circle in the deserted parking lot. You go on to Prime Life and see if you can find Avari. Here, take this. Nash arced one arm backward over his shoulder to Tod, his cell phone clenched loosely in his fist.
That wont work in the Netherworld, I said. And even if it did, I bet hed rack up one hell of a roaming charge.
Tod scrolled through his brothers contact list. Or maybe his playlist. Yeah, but once I find Avari, I can cross back over and call you.
Oh, yeah.
Tod pocketed the phone and leaned forward to stick his head between the seats. Thanks, guys. I really owe you for this.
No! His arms began to tremble, even as his tail twitched furiously. He was hurting badly, and if he didnt get what he needed soon, someone was going to get hurt. Unfortunately, I didnt have needlelike metallic teeth with which to defend myself.
But my spine was starting to feel quite a bit like steel.
Tell us where to find the hellion of avarice, or well pop the balloons one at a time. Too high up for you to inhale. I nodded at Nash, and he produced his folding knife from one pocket, flipping it open with the press of one button.
No! the fiend screeched, jumping for the balloon in vain.
Nash jerked back in surprise, and the point of his knife pierced the balloon he held. The latex exploded, showering him with bits of purple rubber. He coughed and waved a hand in front of his face, casually clearing away the very substance our little informant craved. Needed
The fiend dropped to his knees, picking up one scrap of latex at a time, sniffing them desperately. But after several seconds, he looked up at us in bitter, pained defeat.
I held up the red balloon. Tell us, or well pop this one, too, I threatened softly, hoping not to attract the attention of the fiends still madly trying to scale the stadium walls. Many of them now lay unconscious on the sidewalk, either from denial of their chemical fix, or from being stomped on by their stronger brethren.
The fiend squealed in fury, and his hands squeezed into tiny fists, his tail whipping behind him angrily, stirring dust from the surface of the parking lot. Fine. Human monsters. No mercy he mumbled, and I almost laughed. His entire species seemed ready to bring about its own end for one more hit of a substance they had no business snorting. Or sniffing. Or whatever. Yet we had no mercy?
Talk. I held the red balloon closer to Nashs knife, as he posed with it threateningly.
The small creature drew himself up straight and squared his shoulders, drawing what little dignity he still possessed around himself like a cape. Hellions loiter where they feed. You want Avari, a hellion of avarice. He will be where greed best festers.
Which is where? I inched the red balloon closer to Nashs knife point.
The fiend shrugged, but the motion was not smooth enough to disguise the tremor now shaking his entire body. Downtown. The greatest bastion of greed I know. The fiend gasped, as if he couldnt suck in a deep-enough breath. At least, not one that wasnt polluted with his poison of choice. Humans call it Prime Life.
The insurance company? Nash cleared his throat gingerly, as if it hurt. Prime Life was the largest insurance firm in the country, and it was headquartered inDallas.
Hmm, I thought, a moment before the fiend nodded silently. That kind of makes sense.
Bastion of greed the fiend repeated. Probably there now He extended both small arms, like a child begging to be picked up. Only this child wanted a party balloon filled with addictive Nether-toxins.
I handed it over, though my stomach churned in response to a less-honorable action than any Id ever taken. After a second thought, I gave him the yellow balloon, too. We had no use for it, and he clearly needed it. The thought of which made my stomach pitch even harder.
But wed gotten what wed come for, and I crossed back into the human world satisfied, if not exactly pleased with myself.
The ends would eventually justify the means, right? So how come I felt like Id just sold my soul?
18
YOU OKAY? Nash asked, when he noticed me limping back to the car.
Fine. Though, I wasnt at all sure of that. My ankle burned fiercely, and was so swollen it seemed to jiggle with each step. But I was afraid to look at it, so I glanced at my watch instead.
It was 2:15 a.m. on the day Abby was fated to die. Unfortunately, we hadnt thought to ask Libby for a specific time, and Levi had been closely guarding the reapers list ever since Tod stole a peek at it six weeks ago, so I already felt like we were working in the dark. Regardless, there wouldnt be time to seek medical attention until Addy and Regan had their souls back and evil had met its match. Until then, I would pretend my ankle was made of steel, like some kind of bionic joint, and that I could feel no pain. I was superhuman. I could do anything.
But Id take some Tylenol, just in case. Lots of Tylenol.
Nash slid behind the wheel of Emmas car again, because I didnt feel like driving. I felt like sleeping, but sleep, like everything else appealing, wasnt an option at the moment.
Nash twisted the key in the ignition and glanced in the rearview mirror at his brother. Well pick up Addy and Regan. He turned the wheel to the left as far as it would go, to cut a tight circle in the deserted parking lot. You go on to Prime Life and see if you can find Avari. Here, take this. Nash arced one arm backward over his shoulder to Tod, his cell phone clenched loosely in his fist.
That wont work in the Netherworld, I said. And even if it did, I bet hed rack up one hell of a roaming charge.
Tod scrolled through his brothers contact list. Or maybe his playlist. Yeah, but once I find Avari, I can cross back over and call you.
Oh, yeah.
Tod pocketed the phone and leaned forward to stick his head between the seats. Thanks, guys. I really owe you for this.
