My Soul to Take
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Wait, Saturday night? The ladder-backed chair creaked and I looked up as he leaned forward to eye me in growing suspicion. I thought you stayed home.
I shrugged and raised one brow at him. I thought I was human.
My uncle frowned but nodded, as if to say hed earned that one. Still, I couldnt believe Aunt Val hadnt ratted on me. As cool as that was of her, I couldnt help wondering why. Had all the coffee made her forget my indiscretion?
So where did this first girl die? He leaned back again, crossing thick arms over his chest. Where did you go?
Suddenly the wires now tangled around my fingers seemed fascinatingTaboo, this dance club in the West End. But
He scowled, and even with thick brown brows casting shadows across his eyes, I thought I saw some movement of the green in his irises. I know that never happened before. I would have noticed. How did you even get into a nightclub? he demanded. Do you have a fake ID?
I rolled my eyes. No, I just snuck in through the back. Sort ofBut thats not really the point, I rushed on, hoping hed be distracted by the next part. One of the girls in the club wasdark. Like she was wearing shadows no one else could see. And when I looked at her, I knew she was going to die, and that panicor premonition, or whatever it iscame on hard and fast, just like last time. It was horrible. But I didnt know Id been rightthat shed actually dieduntil I saw the story on the news yesterday morning. Speaking of whichAre the others dead too? The ones I saw last year? My fingers stilled in my lap as I stared at my uncle, begging him, daring him to tell me the truth.
He looked sad, like he didnt want to have to say it, but there was no doubt in his eyes. Nor any hesitation. Yes.
How do you know?
He smiled almost bitterly. Because you girls are never wrong.
Great. Morbid and accurate. Sounds like the sales pitch for a county-fair fortune-teller
Anyway, after I saw the news yesterday morning, I kind of freaked. And then it happened again that afternoon, and things got really weird.
But you didnt predict that one, right?
I nodded and dropped my hopelessly knotted earbuds in my lap. I heard about that one secondhand, but had to look up the story online. This girl in Arlington died exactly like the girl at Taboo. And like Meredith. They all three just fell over dead, with no warning. Does that sound normal to you?
No. To his credit, my uncle didnt even hesitate. But that doesnt rule out coincidence. How much did Nash tell you about what we can do?
Everything important, I hope. And even if hed left some gaps, that was much betterthan the canyons my own family had created in my self-awareness. Not to mention my psyche.
Uncle Brendons eyes narrowed in doubt, and he crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. Did he mention what happens to a persons soul when he dies?
Yeah. Thats where Tod comes in.
Whos Tod?
The reaper who works at the hospital. Hes stuck there because he let this little girl live once when she was supposed to die, and his boss killed the girls grandmother instead. But anyway
Uncle Brendon shot out of the chair, his face flushed so red I thought he might be having an aneurism. Did bean sidhes have aneurisms?
Nash took you to see a reaper? He stomped across my rug, gesturing angrily with both arms. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? I tried to answer, but he barreled forward, stopping at the end of my bed to stare down at me as he ranted. Reapers dont like bean sidhes. Our abilities are at odds with theirs, and most of them feel very threatened by us. Going to see a reaper is like walking into a police station waving a loaded shotgun.
I know. I shrugged, trying to placate him. But Nash knew this guy before he was a reaper. Theyre friendssort of.
That may be what he thinks, but somehow I doubt Tod agrees. And he was pacing again, as if the faster he walked, the faster he could think. Though my doubts about that technique stemmed from personal experience.
Well, he must, cause hes going to help us. No need to mention that his help stemmed more from my involvement in the matter than from Nashs.
Help you with what? Uncle Brendon froze halfway across the room, facing me, and this time his eyes were definitely swirling.
Help us figure out whats going on. Hes getting some information for us.
My uncles expression darkened, and my breath hitched in my throat as the green in his irises churned so fast it made me dizzy. What kind of information? Kaylee, what are you doing? I want the truth, and I want it right now or I swear you wont leave this house again until you turn twenty-one.
I had to smile at the irony of Uncle Brendon asking me for the truth. I sighed and sat straighter on the bed. Okay, Ill tell you, but dont freak out. Its not as dangerous as it sounds I hope because theres this loophole in the exchange rate, and
The exchange rate? Uncle Brendons face went from tomato-red to nuclear countdown in less than a second. And then there was more pacing. This is why we wanted your father to be the one to explain everything. Or at least me. That way wed know how much you understand and what youre still clueless about.
I shrugged and raised one brow at him. I thought I was human.
My uncle frowned but nodded, as if to say hed earned that one. Still, I couldnt believe Aunt Val hadnt ratted on me. As cool as that was of her, I couldnt help wondering why. Had all the coffee made her forget my indiscretion?
So where did this first girl die? He leaned back again, crossing thick arms over his chest. Where did you go?
Suddenly the wires now tangled around my fingers seemed fascinatingTaboo, this dance club in the West End. But
He scowled, and even with thick brown brows casting shadows across his eyes, I thought I saw some movement of the green in his irises. I know that never happened before. I would have noticed. How did you even get into a nightclub? he demanded. Do you have a fake ID?
I rolled my eyes. No, I just snuck in through the back. Sort ofBut thats not really the point, I rushed on, hoping hed be distracted by the next part. One of the girls in the club wasdark. Like she was wearing shadows no one else could see. And when I looked at her, I knew she was going to die, and that panicor premonition, or whatever it iscame on hard and fast, just like last time. It was horrible. But I didnt know Id been rightthat shed actually dieduntil I saw the story on the news yesterday morning. Speaking of whichAre the others dead too? The ones I saw last year? My fingers stilled in my lap as I stared at my uncle, begging him, daring him to tell me the truth.
He looked sad, like he didnt want to have to say it, but there was no doubt in his eyes. Nor any hesitation. Yes.
How do you know?
He smiled almost bitterly. Because you girls are never wrong.
Great. Morbid and accurate. Sounds like the sales pitch for a county-fair fortune-teller
Anyway, after I saw the news yesterday morning, I kind of freaked. And then it happened again that afternoon, and things got really weird.
But you didnt predict that one, right?
I nodded and dropped my hopelessly knotted earbuds in my lap. I heard about that one secondhand, but had to look up the story online. This girl in Arlington died exactly like the girl at Taboo. And like Meredith. They all three just fell over dead, with no warning. Does that sound normal to you?
No. To his credit, my uncle didnt even hesitate. But that doesnt rule out coincidence. How much did Nash tell you about what we can do?
Everything important, I hope. And even if hed left some gaps, that was much betterthan the canyons my own family had created in my self-awareness. Not to mention my psyche.
Uncle Brendons eyes narrowed in doubt, and he crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. Did he mention what happens to a persons soul when he dies?
Yeah. Thats where Tod comes in.
Whos Tod?
The reaper who works at the hospital. Hes stuck there because he let this little girl live once when she was supposed to die, and his boss killed the girls grandmother instead. But anyway
Uncle Brendon shot out of the chair, his face flushed so red I thought he might be having an aneurism. Did bean sidhes have aneurisms?
Nash took you to see a reaper? He stomped across my rug, gesturing angrily with both arms. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? I tried to answer, but he barreled forward, stopping at the end of my bed to stare down at me as he ranted. Reapers dont like bean sidhes. Our abilities are at odds with theirs, and most of them feel very threatened by us. Going to see a reaper is like walking into a police station waving a loaded shotgun.
I know. I shrugged, trying to placate him. But Nash knew this guy before he was a reaper. Theyre friendssort of.
That may be what he thinks, but somehow I doubt Tod agrees. And he was pacing again, as if the faster he walked, the faster he could think. Though my doubts about that technique stemmed from personal experience.
Well, he must, cause hes going to help us. No need to mention that his help stemmed more from my involvement in the matter than from Nashs.
Help you with what? Uncle Brendon froze halfway across the room, facing me, and this time his eyes were definitely swirling.
Help us figure out whats going on. Hes getting some information for us.
My uncles expression darkened, and my breath hitched in my throat as the green in his irises churned so fast it made me dizzy. What kind of information? Kaylee, what are you doing? I want the truth, and I want it right now or I swear you wont leave this house again until you turn twenty-one.
I had to smile at the irony of Uncle Brendon asking me for the truth. I sighed and sat straighter on the bed. Okay, Ill tell you, but dont freak out. Its not as dangerous as it sounds I hope because theres this loophole in the exchange rate, and
The exchange rate? Uncle Brendons face went from tomato-red to nuclear countdown in less than a second. And then there was more pacing. This is why we wanted your father to be the one to explain everything. Or at least me. That way wed know how much you understand and what youre still clueless about.
