My Soul to Steal
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Or maybe Ive already been stabbed, and Im too stupid to know Im bleeding all over the floor. But I know Im dying inside. Hes killing me.
Sorry, Kay, he says at last, and I hate him for using my nickname. It sounds intimate and friendly, but he just had his tongue in her mouth, and now I want to cut it out of his head. Sorry, he repeats, while my face flames, and my world blurs with tears. She knows what I like. And she delivers
Theyre laughing now, and even though the crowd only has one face, it has many jeering voices. And theyre all laughing at me. Even Emma.
I told you, she says, shaking her head as she tries to hold back a giggle, and I love her for trying, even if, in the end, the laughter cant be denied. Its not her fault. Shes just playing her part, and the lines must be spoken, even if each word burns like an open wound.
I told you it wasnt worth saving. You cant win the game if you wont even play. You have to deliver.
4
I SAT UP IN BED, sweating and cold, my heart beating so hard it practically bruised my sternum. I took a deep breath, threw the covers back, and stepped into my Betty Boop slippers, then padded silently down the hall and into the living room, where Alec lay on the couch with the blanket pulled over his head. His exposed feet were propped on the armrest at the opposite end, brown on top, and pale on the bottom. When I walked past him, his toes twitched, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
In the kitchen, I got a glass of water, and I was on my way back across the living room when Alec folded the blanket back from his head and blinked up at me.
Okay, thats starting to get creepy, I said, as he sat up.
What?
You. Lying there awake but covered. I sank into my dads recliner and tucked my feet beneath me. Its like watching a corpse sit up in the morgue.
Sorry. He ran one hand absently over his smooth, dark chest. Twenty-six years in the Netherworld may have scarred him on the inside, but his outside still looked good as new. I cant sleep. Cant get used to the silence.
What, did Avari sing you to sleep in the Netherworld?
Funny. Alec leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his head sagging on his shoulders. Once you get used to all the screaming at night, its hard to go to sleep without it. Not that I actually slept every night.
Are you serious? The fresh crop of chill bumps on my arms had nothing to do with my bad dream, and everything to do with his living nightmare.
Alec shrugged and sat up to meet my gaze. Hellions dont sleep, so I passed out whenever I got a chance. Whenever Avari was busy with someone else.
I started to explain that I was horrified by the screaming, not by his irregularsleep patterns, then decided I didnt want to know any more about either. So I kept my mouth shut.
What about you? he asked, as I sipped my water.
Bad dream. I set the glass over the existing water ring on the end table.
What about?
My exhale sounded heavy, even to me. I dreamed Nash dumped me for his ex-girlfriend, in front of the whole school, after eating her face in front of my locker.
Literally? Alec frowned, and I realized that where hed spent the past quarter century, literal face eating might have been a real concern.
No. That might actually have been better.
He leaned back on the couch, arms crossed over his bare chest. I thought you dumped him.
I did. Kind of. Nash and I were too complicated for simple explanations, and something told me that would only get worse, with his ex suddenly in the picture.
But now you want him back? Even after what he did?
Alec knew exactly what Avari had done with my body when hed possessed me, because hed been there in the Netherworld with the hellion when it happened. I couldnt blame Nash for what Avari had done, but I couldnt help blaming him for not telling me. And for not even trying to stop it from happening again. And again. And for lying to me about taking Demons Breath. And for using his Influence against me.
Alec knew all of iteven the parts Emma and my dad didnt knowbecause Id needed to talk to someone who knew about things that go bump in the Netherworld, but who wouldnt hate Nash on my behalf before Id decided how I felt about him myself. Alec had been my only option for a confidant. Fortunately, hed turned out to be a good one.
Well, yeah. I never stopped wanting him. Trust was our new stumbling block, and as much as Nash meant to me, I couldnt truly forgive him until I knew I could trust him again. I sighed and ran one finger through the condensation on the outside of my glass. And I guess I kind of assumed that when we were both ready, wed get back together. But now, with Sabine back in the picture I swallowed a bitter pang of jealousy. It hurt to see them together.
They shared a history I hadnt even known existed. A connection that predated my presence in Nashs life and made me feelirrelevant. And it wasnt just sex. Shed known him before Tod died. That was practically a lifetime ago. Was Nash very different then? Would I have liked him?
Would he have let a demon possess Sabine, when they were together? Would he now?
And the dream But I couldnt finish. Being publicly humiliated and rejected like that by someone who claimed to love methat was a whole new kind of terror, and even the memory of the dream left me cold.
Sorry, Kay, he says at last, and I hate him for using my nickname. It sounds intimate and friendly, but he just had his tongue in her mouth, and now I want to cut it out of his head. Sorry, he repeats, while my face flames, and my world blurs with tears. She knows what I like. And she delivers
Theyre laughing now, and even though the crowd only has one face, it has many jeering voices. And theyre all laughing at me. Even Emma.
I told you, she says, shaking her head as she tries to hold back a giggle, and I love her for trying, even if, in the end, the laughter cant be denied. Its not her fault. Shes just playing her part, and the lines must be spoken, even if each word burns like an open wound.
I told you it wasnt worth saving. You cant win the game if you wont even play. You have to deliver.
4
I SAT UP IN BED, sweating and cold, my heart beating so hard it practically bruised my sternum. I took a deep breath, threw the covers back, and stepped into my Betty Boop slippers, then padded silently down the hall and into the living room, where Alec lay on the couch with the blanket pulled over his head. His exposed feet were propped on the armrest at the opposite end, brown on top, and pale on the bottom. When I walked past him, his toes twitched, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
In the kitchen, I got a glass of water, and I was on my way back across the living room when Alec folded the blanket back from his head and blinked up at me.
Okay, thats starting to get creepy, I said, as he sat up.
What?
You. Lying there awake but covered. I sank into my dads recliner and tucked my feet beneath me. Its like watching a corpse sit up in the morgue.
Sorry. He ran one hand absently over his smooth, dark chest. Twenty-six years in the Netherworld may have scarred him on the inside, but his outside still looked good as new. I cant sleep. Cant get used to the silence.
What, did Avari sing you to sleep in the Netherworld?
Funny. Alec leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his head sagging on his shoulders. Once you get used to all the screaming at night, its hard to go to sleep without it. Not that I actually slept every night.
Are you serious? The fresh crop of chill bumps on my arms had nothing to do with my bad dream, and everything to do with his living nightmare.
Alec shrugged and sat up to meet my gaze. Hellions dont sleep, so I passed out whenever I got a chance. Whenever Avari was busy with someone else.
I started to explain that I was horrified by the screaming, not by his irregularsleep patterns, then decided I didnt want to know any more about either. So I kept my mouth shut.
What about you? he asked, as I sipped my water.
Bad dream. I set the glass over the existing water ring on the end table.
What about?
My exhale sounded heavy, even to me. I dreamed Nash dumped me for his ex-girlfriend, in front of the whole school, after eating her face in front of my locker.
Literally? Alec frowned, and I realized that where hed spent the past quarter century, literal face eating might have been a real concern.
No. That might actually have been better.
He leaned back on the couch, arms crossed over his bare chest. I thought you dumped him.
I did. Kind of. Nash and I were too complicated for simple explanations, and something told me that would only get worse, with his ex suddenly in the picture.
But now you want him back? Even after what he did?
Alec knew exactly what Avari had done with my body when hed possessed me, because hed been there in the Netherworld with the hellion when it happened. I couldnt blame Nash for what Avari had done, but I couldnt help blaming him for not telling me. And for not even trying to stop it from happening again. And again. And for lying to me about taking Demons Breath. And for using his Influence against me.
Alec knew all of iteven the parts Emma and my dad didnt knowbecause Id needed to talk to someone who knew about things that go bump in the Netherworld, but who wouldnt hate Nash on my behalf before Id decided how I felt about him myself. Alec had been my only option for a confidant. Fortunately, hed turned out to be a good one.
Well, yeah. I never stopped wanting him. Trust was our new stumbling block, and as much as Nash meant to me, I couldnt truly forgive him until I knew I could trust him again. I sighed and ran one finger through the condensation on the outside of my glass. And I guess I kind of assumed that when we were both ready, wed get back together. But now, with Sabine back in the picture I swallowed a bitter pang of jealousy. It hurt to see them together.
They shared a history I hadnt even known existed. A connection that predated my presence in Nashs life and made me feelirrelevant. And it wasnt just sex. Shed known him before Tod died. That was practically a lifetime ago. Was Nash very different then? Would I have liked him?
Would he have let a demon possess Sabine, when they were together? Would he now?
And the dream But I couldnt finish. Being publicly humiliated and rejected like that by someone who claimed to love methat was a whole new kind of terror, and even the memory of the dream left me cold.
