My Soul to Take
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I abandoned the laundry for my pillow, plucking anxiously at a feather sticking out through the pillowcase. So I should just let an innocent girl die before her time?
Uncle Brendon exhaled heavily. No. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and took a long, deep breath. Ill tell you what. When you hear back from this reaper, if it turns out that these girls werent on the list, Ill look into it. With your father. On one condition. You swear to stay out of it.
But
No buts. Do we have a deal? I opened my mouth to answer, but he interrupted. And before you answer, think about Nash, and Tod, and whoever else you might be putting in danger if you try to handle this yourself.
I sighed. He knew he had me with that last bit. Fine. Ill let you know what Tod finds out as soon as I know something.
Thank you. I know none of this is easy for you. He stood and shoved his hands into his pockets as I dropped my socks into the open drawer behind me.
Yeah, well, whats a little mental illness and pathological screaming among family?
My uncle laughed, leaning against the door frame. It could be worse. You could be an oracle.
There are oracles?
Not many anymore, and most of those are truly certifiable. If you think predicting one death at a time is hard on your sanity, try knowing whats going to happen to everyone you meet, and being unable to turn the visions off.
I could only shudder at the thought. How could there be so much out there that Id never known about? How could I not realize that half of my own family wasnt even human? Shouldnt the swirly eyes have clued me in?
How come I never saw your eyes swirl before tonight?
Uncle Brendon gave me a wistful smile. Because Im very old and have learned how to control my emotions, for the most part. Though that gets harder to do around you every day. I think thats part of why your dad stays away. When he looks at you, he sees your mother, and he cant hide his reaction. And if you saw his eyes, youd have questions he wasnt ready to answer.
Well, not-answering was no longer an option. So how old are you? For real.
Uncle Brendon chuckled and glanced at the ground, and for a moment I thought he wouldnt answerthat Id broken some kind of bean sidhe code of conduct by asking. But then he met my eyes, still smiling faintly. I wondered how long that one would take you. I turned one hundred twenty-four last spring.
Holy crap! I felt my eyes go wide as his smile deepened. You could have retired sixty years ago. Does Aunt Val know?
Of course. And she teases me mercilessly. Thechildren from my first marriage are older than she is.
You were married before? I couldnt keep shock from my voice.
That longing smile was back. In Ireland, half a century ago. We had to move every couple of decades to keep people from noticing that we didnt seem to age. My first wife died in Illinois twenty-four years ago, and our childrenboth bean sidhes now have grandchildren of their own. Remind me and Ill show you pictures sometime.
I nodded, numb with surprise. Wow. So are those kids any nicer than Sophie? I couldnt help but ask.
Uncle Brendon gave me a halfhearted frown, which smoothed into a sympathetic smile. Frankly, yes. But Sophies still young. Shell grow into her attitude.
Somehow, I had my doubts.
But then something else occurred to me. Ironic, isnt it? I took another step back, assessing him from a better vantage pointand an all-new perspective. Youre three times Aunt Vals age, but you look so much younger.
He winked, one hand on the doorknob as he turned to leave. Well, Kaylee, I can tell you right now that ironic isnt quite how she describes it.
14
MUSIC RANG OUT from the dark, the heavy, crunchy beat throbbing near my ear. I blinked and pulled the blanket over my shoulder, irritated by the interruption in my sleep, even as I was relieved by the end of my dream. Which was really more of a nightmare.
In my sleep, Id been navigating a dark landscape dotted with peculiar, hazy landmarks. Misshapen, shadowy figures scurried and slithered all around me, always just out of sight when I whirled to face them. Farther out, larger shapes lumbered, and though they never came close enough to focus on, I knew they were following me. In the dream, I was looking for something. Or maybe looking for my way out of something. But I couldnt find it.
In my room, the music played on, and I groaned when I realized it was coming from my phone. Still groggy, I flopped over, tangling my leg in the comforter, and reached toward my nightstand. My right hand grazed the phone, still bouncing around on the varnished surface, and the vibrations tickled my fingertips.
Blinking slowly, I held the phone up and glanced at the display, surprised to realize it cast a soft green glow over half the room. The number was unfamiliar, and no name was available. Probably a wrong number, but I flipped the phone open anyway, because of the time of day displayed on the screen. It was 1:33 a.m. No one calls in the middle of the night unless somethings wrong.
Hello? I croaked, sounding as alert as a bear in January. And almost as friendly.
Kaylee?
So much for a wrong number. Mmm, yeah?
Uncle Brendon exhaled heavily. No. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and took a long, deep breath. Ill tell you what. When you hear back from this reaper, if it turns out that these girls werent on the list, Ill look into it. With your father. On one condition. You swear to stay out of it.
But
No buts. Do we have a deal? I opened my mouth to answer, but he interrupted. And before you answer, think about Nash, and Tod, and whoever else you might be putting in danger if you try to handle this yourself.
I sighed. He knew he had me with that last bit. Fine. Ill let you know what Tod finds out as soon as I know something.
Thank you. I know none of this is easy for you. He stood and shoved his hands into his pockets as I dropped my socks into the open drawer behind me.
Yeah, well, whats a little mental illness and pathological screaming among family?
My uncle laughed, leaning against the door frame. It could be worse. You could be an oracle.
There are oracles?
Not many anymore, and most of those are truly certifiable. If you think predicting one death at a time is hard on your sanity, try knowing whats going to happen to everyone you meet, and being unable to turn the visions off.
I could only shudder at the thought. How could there be so much out there that Id never known about? How could I not realize that half of my own family wasnt even human? Shouldnt the swirly eyes have clued me in?
How come I never saw your eyes swirl before tonight?
Uncle Brendon gave me a wistful smile. Because Im very old and have learned how to control my emotions, for the most part. Though that gets harder to do around you every day. I think thats part of why your dad stays away. When he looks at you, he sees your mother, and he cant hide his reaction. And if you saw his eyes, youd have questions he wasnt ready to answer.
Well, not-answering was no longer an option. So how old are you? For real.
Uncle Brendon chuckled and glanced at the ground, and for a moment I thought he wouldnt answerthat Id broken some kind of bean sidhe code of conduct by asking. But then he met my eyes, still smiling faintly. I wondered how long that one would take you. I turned one hundred twenty-four last spring.
Holy crap! I felt my eyes go wide as his smile deepened. You could have retired sixty years ago. Does Aunt Val know?
Of course. And she teases me mercilessly. Thechildren from my first marriage are older than she is.
You were married before? I couldnt keep shock from my voice.
That longing smile was back. In Ireland, half a century ago. We had to move every couple of decades to keep people from noticing that we didnt seem to age. My first wife died in Illinois twenty-four years ago, and our childrenboth bean sidhes now have grandchildren of their own. Remind me and Ill show you pictures sometime.
I nodded, numb with surprise. Wow. So are those kids any nicer than Sophie? I couldnt help but ask.
Uncle Brendon gave me a halfhearted frown, which smoothed into a sympathetic smile. Frankly, yes. But Sophies still young. Shell grow into her attitude.
Somehow, I had my doubts.
But then something else occurred to me. Ironic, isnt it? I took another step back, assessing him from a better vantage pointand an all-new perspective. Youre three times Aunt Vals age, but you look so much younger.
He winked, one hand on the doorknob as he turned to leave. Well, Kaylee, I can tell you right now that ironic isnt quite how she describes it.
14
MUSIC RANG OUT from the dark, the heavy, crunchy beat throbbing near my ear. I blinked and pulled the blanket over my shoulder, irritated by the interruption in my sleep, even as I was relieved by the end of my dream. Which was really more of a nightmare.
In my sleep, Id been navigating a dark landscape dotted with peculiar, hazy landmarks. Misshapen, shadowy figures scurried and slithered all around me, always just out of sight when I whirled to face them. Farther out, larger shapes lumbered, and though they never came close enough to focus on, I knew they were following me. In the dream, I was looking for something. Or maybe looking for my way out of something. But I couldnt find it.
In my room, the music played on, and I groaned when I realized it was coming from my phone. Still groggy, I flopped over, tangling my leg in the comforter, and reached toward my nightstand. My right hand grazed the phone, still bouncing around on the varnished surface, and the vibrations tickled my fingertips.
Blinking slowly, I held the phone up and glanced at the display, surprised to realize it cast a soft green glow over half the room. The number was unfamiliar, and no name was available. Probably a wrong number, but I flipped the phone open anyway, because of the time of day displayed on the screen. It was 1:33 a.m. No one calls in the middle of the night unless somethings wrong.
Hello? I croaked, sounding as alert as a bear in January. And almost as friendly.
Kaylee?
So much for a wrong number. Mmm, yeah?
