My Soul to Take
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When we reached the car, Nash followed me to the passengers side door, where he unlocked and opened it for me. But instead of getting in, I turned to face him and put one hand flat on his chest. Youre mad at me. My heart beat so hard my chest ached. I could feel his heart thumping beneath my palm, and for one horrifying moment, I was sure Id never get to feel it again. That he would simply drive me home, then vanish from my life like Tod had vanished from the cafeteria.
But Nash shook his head slowly. He was backlit by an overhead light near the entrance, and his dark hair seemed to glow around the edges. Im mad at him. I should have come by myself, but I didnt think hed be interested in you.
My eyebrows shot up and I stepped to the side to see him better. Because Im a shrieking hag?
Nash pulled me close again and pressed me into the car, then kissed me so deeply I wasnt sure if I was actually breathing. You have no idea how beautiful you are, he said. But Tods been hung up on someone else for a long time, so I thought youd be safe. I should have known better.
Why didnt you want him to know my name?
Nash leaned back to see me better, and the line of his jaw went hard. Because hes Death, Kaylee. No matter how innocent he looks, or how desperately he clings to the notion that hes some kind of afterlife hero, carting helpless souls from point A to point B, hes still a reaper. One day he might find your name on his list. And while I know that keeping your name a secret wont save you if that happens, Im not just going to hand over your identity to one of Deaths gophers.
He knows your name. I let my hand trail from his chest down his arm until my fingers curled around his.
I knew him before he was a reaper.
You did? It hadnt occurred to me until then that Tod might have had a normal life once. What were reapers like before they surrounded themselves with death and the dying?
Nash nodded, and I opened my mouth to ask another question, but he laid one finger against my lips. I dont want to talk about Tod anymore.
Fair enough, I mumbled against his finger. Then I removed his hand and stepped up on my toes. I dont want to talk about him either. I kissed him, and my pulse went crazy when he responded. His tongue met mine briefly, then his lips trailed over my chin and down my neck.
Mmm I murmured into his hair, as his tongue flicked in the hollow of my collarbone. Chill bumps popped up on my arms, and my hands went around his back. My fingers splayed over the material of his shirt. That feels good.
You taste good, he whispered against my skin. But before I could respond, an engine growled to lifea row away, and light washed over us both, momentarily blinding me. Nash straightened, moaning in frustration as the car across the aisle pulled toward us before turning toward the exit. I guess I should take you home, he said, shading his face with one hand while the other remained on my arm.
I blinked, trying to clear floating circles of light from my eyes. I dont want to go home. My entire family has been lying to me my whole life. I dont have anything to say to them.
Dont you want to know why theyve been lying to you?
I blinked at him, taken by surprise for a moment. I hadnt considered simply confronting them with the truth. Theyd never see that coming.
A slow smile spread across my face, and I saw it reflected in Nashs. Lets go.
12
YOURE COMING IN, right? I asked when Nash shifted into Park but left the engine running.
There wasnt enough light in the driveway for me to truly see his eyes, but I knew he was watching me. You want me to?
Did I?
A slim silhouette appeared in the front window: Aunt Val, one hand on her narrow hip, the other holding an oversize mug. They were waiting to talk to me. Or more likely at me, because they probably had no intention of telling me the truth, since they didnt know someone else already had.
Yeah, I do.
It wasnt that I needed him to fight my battles. I was actually looking forward to demanding some long-overdue answers, now that the big lieaka my entire lifehad been exposed.
But I could certainly have used a little moral support.
Nash smiled, his teeth a dim white wedge among shadows, and twisted the key to shut down the engine.
We met at the front of the car and he took my hand, then leaned forward to brush a kiss against the back of my jaw, just below my left ear. Even as I stood in my driveway, knowing my aunt and uncle were waiting, his touch made me shiver in anticipation of more.
Im not crazy. I knew that now. And I wasnt aloneNash was like me. Even so, dread was a plastic spork slowly digging out my insides as I pulled open the front door, then the screen. I stepped into the tiled entry and tugged Nash in after me.
My aunt stood in the middle of the floor, a frail mask of reproach poorly disguising whatever stronger, more urgent sentiment peeked out around the edges. My uncle rose from the couch immediately, taking us both in with a single glance. To his credit, the first expression to flit across his features was relief. Hed been worried, probably because I hadnt answered any of the twelve messages hed left on my silenced cell.
But his relief didnt last long. Now that he knew I was alive, he looked ready to kill me himself.
But Nash shook his head slowly. He was backlit by an overhead light near the entrance, and his dark hair seemed to glow around the edges. Im mad at him. I should have come by myself, but I didnt think hed be interested in you.
My eyebrows shot up and I stepped to the side to see him better. Because Im a shrieking hag?
Nash pulled me close again and pressed me into the car, then kissed me so deeply I wasnt sure if I was actually breathing. You have no idea how beautiful you are, he said. But Tods been hung up on someone else for a long time, so I thought youd be safe. I should have known better.
Why didnt you want him to know my name?
Nash leaned back to see me better, and the line of his jaw went hard. Because hes Death, Kaylee. No matter how innocent he looks, or how desperately he clings to the notion that hes some kind of afterlife hero, carting helpless souls from point A to point B, hes still a reaper. One day he might find your name on his list. And while I know that keeping your name a secret wont save you if that happens, Im not just going to hand over your identity to one of Deaths gophers.
He knows your name. I let my hand trail from his chest down his arm until my fingers curled around his.
I knew him before he was a reaper.
You did? It hadnt occurred to me until then that Tod might have had a normal life once. What were reapers like before they surrounded themselves with death and the dying?
Nash nodded, and I opened my mouth to ask another question, but he laid one finger against my lips. I dont want to talk about Tod anymore.
Fair enough, I mumbled against his finger. Then I removed his hand and stepped up on my toes. I dont want to talk about him either. I kissed him, and my pulse went crazy when he responded. His tongue met mine briefly, then his lips trailed over my chin and down my neck.
Mmm I murmured into his hair, as his tongue flicked in the hollow of my collarbone. Chill bumps popped up on my arms, and my hands went around his back. My fingers splayed over the material of his shirt. That feels good.
You taste good, he whispered against my skin. But before I could respond, an engine growled to lifea row away, and light washed over us both, momentarily blinding me. Nash straightened, moaning in frustration as the car across the aisle pulled toward us before turning toward the exit. I guess I should take you home, he said, shading his face with one hand while the other remained on my arm.
I blinked, trying to clear floating circles of light from my eyes. I dont want to go home. My entire family has been lying to me my whole life. I dont have anything to say to them.
Dont you want to know why theyve been lying to you?
I blinked at him, taken by surprise for a moment. I hadnt considered simply confronting them with the truth. Theyd never see that coming.
A slow smile spread across my face, and I saw it reflected in Nashs. Lets go.
12
YOURE COMING IN, right? I asked when Nash shifted into Park but left the engine running.
There wasnt enough light in the driveway for me to truly see his eyes, but I knew he was watching me. You want me to?
Did I?
A slim silhouette appeared in the front window: Aunt Val, one hand on her narrow hip, the other holding an oversize mug. They were waiting to talk to me. Or more likely at me, because they probably had no intention of telling me the truth, since they didnt know someone else already had.
Yeah, I do.
It wasnt that I needed him to fight my battles. I was actually looking forward to demanding some long-overdue answers, now that the big lieaka my entire lifehad been exposed.
But I could certainly have used a little moral support.
Nash smiled, his teeth a dim white wedge among shadows, and twisted the key to shut down the engine.
We met at the front of the car and he took my hand, then leaned forward to brush a kiss against the back of my jaw, just below my left ear. Even as I stood in my driveway, knowing my aunt and uncle were waiting, his touch made me shiver in anticipation of more.
Im not crazy. I knew that now. And I wasnt aloneNash was like me. Even so, dread was a plastic spork slowly digging out my insides as I pulled open the front door, then the screen. I stepped into the tiled entry and tugged Nash in after me.
My aunt stood in the middle of the floor, a frail mask of reproach poorly disguising whatever stronger, more urgent sentiment peeked out around the edges. My uncle rose from the couch immediately, taking us both in with a single glance. To his credit, the first expression to flit across his features was relief. Hed been worried, probably because I hadnt answered any of the twelve messages hed left on my silenced cell.
But his relief didnt last long. Now that he knew I was alive, he looked ready to kill me himself.
