My Soul to Take
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Let Levi handle it, he said. If you wont do it for me, or even for yourself, do it for Nash. Please.
Tod looked truly scared, and I didnt know what to make of fear coming from a grim reaper. So I nodded. Were out of it. I already promised my uncle. I reached back for Nashs hand as Tod nodded. Then he disappeared, still holding the gauze, and I was alone with Nash in the cramped closet.
18
WHAT DID HE SAY? Nash shifted in his seat, staring out the passengers side window at the passing streetlights. We were almost to my house, and those were the first words hed spoken since wed pulled out of the hospital parking garage.
Is there anything else I should know about reapers? I couldnt keep annoyance out of my voice; I was tired of being left in the dark. Can they read my thoughts or see through my clothes? Which would actually explain a lot Or make me stand on my head and squawk like a chicken?
Nash sighed and finally turned to face me. Reapers are like a supernatural jack-of-all-trades. They can appear wherever they want and can choose who sees and hears them. If they want to be seen or heard at all. They have other minor abilities, but nothing else as infuriating as the whole selective-hearing thing. He wrapped one hand around the armrest, his knuckles white with tension. So what did he say?
I hesitated to answer; if Tod had wanted Nash to hear, hed have broadcast on all frequencies. Then again, he didnt make me promise. He asked me not to get you killed. Hes trying to protect you.
I glanced away from the road in time to see Nash roll his eyes. No, hes trying to protect you, and he knows youll be more cautious for my sake than for your own.
How do you know thats what hes doing?
Because thats what I would have done.
An adrenaline-soaked warmth spread through my chest, even though I knew Nash was wrong. Tod was looking out for him, at least in part.
Squinting into the late-afternoon sun, I turned into my neighborhood. Two lefts later, my aunts car came into sight, parked in the driveway next to the empty spot mine usually occupied. My uncle had taken the day off, expecting my father to arrive around midmorning. And surely Sophie had already made it back from the memorial. The gangs all here.
Nash followed me into the living room, where my uncle sat in the floral-print armchair, angled so that he could see both the televisiontuned to the local newsand the front window. He stood when we came in, stuffing his hands into his pockets, his anxious gaze searching my expression immediately for any sign of trouble.
Sophie told us what happened. Are you okay?
Fine. I collapsed onto one end of the couch and pulled Nash down with me.
Uncle Brendons gaze captured mine and held it. Valisnt feeling well today. I just put her back in bed.
Now? I glanced out the front window to see the last rays of afternoon light just then sinking below the rooftops across the street. It wasnt even five-thirty.
This may not be the best time for company, he continued, glancing briefly at Nash.
I want him to meet Dad, I insisted, and my uncle looked like he wanted to argue. But then he nodded in resignation and sank into his chair. What did Sophie tell you? I asked. I was surprised he hadnt called me, but Id checked my phone in the car, and there were no messages or missed calls.
But then again, he was probably pretty busy dealing with my aunt.
Uncle Brendon leaned back in his chair and lifted a sweating can of Coke from the end table. She said Emma fainted, and while everyone was fussing over her, one of the cheerleaders fell over dead. The whole schools in complete shock. Its already been on the news.
I swallowed thickly and glanced at Nash. And naturally, Uncle Brendon caught the look.
Emma died, didnt she? His expression was pained, as if he wasnt sure he really wanted to hear the truth. She died, and you two brought her back.
At his words, horror and a stunned incredulity washed over me in a devastating wavethe culmination of every terrifying thing Id seen and done over the past few days, and I could only nod, holding back tears through sheer will.
Anger rolled across my uncles face like fog before a storm, and he stood, his hand fisted around the can. If it had been full, hed have been wearing most of his soda. I told you to stay out of it. I said your father and I would look into it. You could have died, and as it stands now, you got someone else killed.
I shot to my feet, anger eclipsing my weaker emotions. Thats not fair. None of this was our fault!
Theres nothing fair about this, Uncle Brendon roared, and I knew from his volume alone that Sophie wasnt at home. If you dont believe me, go ask that poor cheerleaders parents.
Nash stood at my side, his stance steady and strong, his gaze unyielding. Mr. Cavanaugh, we had nothing to do with Julies death. In fact, we tried to save her too, but
We all seemed to realize simultaneously that hed said the wrong thing. I squeezed Nashs hand to silence him, but it was too late.
You tried to do it again? Uncle Brendons fury was surpassed only by his fear.
We had to! I was shouting now, and the entire living room swam with the tears filling my eyes. I couldnt let the reaper steal another soul without at least trying to stop it.
Tod looked truly scared, and I didnt know what to make of fear coming from a grim reaper. So I nodded. Were out of it. I already promised my uncle. I reached back for Nashs hand as Tod nodded. Then he disappeared, still holding the gauze, and I was alone with Nash in the cramped closet.
18
WHAT DID HE SAY? Nash shifted in his seat, staring out the passengers side window at the passing streetlights. We were almost to my house, and those were the first words hed spoken since wed pulled out of the hospital parking garage.
Is there anything else I should know about reapers? I couldnt keep annoyance out of my voice; I was tired of being left in the dark. Can they read my thoughts or see through my clothes? Which would actually explain a lot Or make me stand on my head and squawk like a chicken?
Nash sighed and finally turned to face me. Reapers are like a supernatural jack-of-all-trades. They can appear wherever they want and can choose who sees and hears them. If they want to be seen or heard at all. They have other minor abilities, but nothing else as infuriating as the whole selective-hearing thing. He wrapped one hand around the armrest, his knuckles white with tension. So what did he say?
I hesitated to answer; if Tod had wanted Nash to hear, hed have broadcast on all frequencies. Then again, he didnt make me promise. He asked me not to get you killed. Hes trying to protect you.
I glanced away from the road in time to see Nash roll his eyes. No, hes trying to protect you, and he knows youll be more cautious for my sake than for your own.
How do you know thats what hes doing?
Because thats what I would have done.
An adrenaline-soaked warmth spread through my chest, even though I knew Nash was wrong. Tod was looking out for him, at least in part.
Squinting into the late-afternoon sun, I turned into my neighborhood. Two lefts later, my aunts car came into sight, parked in the driveway next to the empty spot mine usually occupied. My uncle had taken the day off, expecting my father to arrive around midmorning. And surely Sophie had already made it back from the memorial. The gangs all here.
Nash followed me into the living room, where my uncle sat in the floral-print armchair, angled so that he could see both the televisiontuned to the local newsand the front window. He stood when we came in, stuffing his hands into his pockets, his anxious gaze searching my expression immediately for any sign of trouble.
Sophie told us what happened. Are you okay?
Fine. I collapsed onto one end of the couch and pulled Nash down with me.
Uncle Brendons gaze captured mine and held it. Valisnt feeling well today. I just put her back in bed.
Now? I glanced out the front window to see the last rays of afternoon light just then sinking below the rooftops across the street. It wasnt even five-thirty.
This may not be the best time for company, he continued, glancing briefly at Nash.
I want him to meet Dad, I insisted, and my uncle looked like he wanted to argue. But then he nodded in resignation and sank into his chair. What did Sophie tell you? I asked. I was surprised he hadnt called me, but Id checked my phone in the car, and there were no messages or missed calls.
But then again, he was probably pretty busy dealing with my aunt.
Uncle Brendon leaned back in his chair and lifted a sweating can of Coke from the end table. She said Emma fainted, and while everyone was fussing over her, one of the cheerleaders fell over dead. The whole schools in complete shock. Its already been on the news.
I swallowed thickly and glanced at Nash. And naturally, Uncle Brendon caught the look.
Emma died, didnt she? His expression was pained, as if he wasnt sure he really wanted to hear the truth. She died, and you two brought her back.
At his words, horror and a stunned incredulity washed over me in a devastating wavethe culmination of every terrifying thing Id seen and done over the past few days, and I could only nod, holding back tears through sheer will.
Anger rolled across my uncles face like fog before a storm, and he stood, his hand fisted around the can. If it had been full, hed have been wearing most of his soda. I told you to stay out of it. I said your father and I would look into it. You could have died, and as it stands now, you got someone else killed.
I shot to my feet, anger eclipsing my weaker emotions. Thats not fair. None of this was our fault!
Theres nothing fair about this, Uncle Brendon roared, and I knew from his volume alone that Sophie wasnt at home. If you dont believe me, go ask that poor cheerleaders parents.
Nash stood at my side, his stance steady and strong, his gaze unyielding. Mr. Cavanaugh, we had nothing to do with Julies death. In fact, we tried to save her too, but
We all seemed to realize simultaneously that hed said the wrong thing. I squeezed Nashs hand to silence him, but it was too late.
You tried to do it again? Uncle Brendons fury was surpassed only by his fear.
We had to! I was shouting now, and the entire living room swam with the tears filling my eyes. I couldnt let the reaper steal another soul without at least trying to stop it.
