My Soul to Take
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Damn it, Sophie, shes trying to help you, and you He whirled on her, eyes churning furiously. But the moment he stepped away from me, the panic descended in full force. I pulled him back by one arm, and Nashs look of surprise melted into understanding, and he resumed whispering, as if hed never stopped.
Footsteps pounded down the hall and I opened my eyes to see Uncle Brendon stumble to a halt in the middle of the living room. He looked from me to my dad, then followed my fathers gaze to Sophie. As I watched, my uncles features crumpled in an agony so complete, so encompassing, that I could barely stand to see it.
For several seconds, no one moved, as if afraid that the slightest twitch would draw the reaper out of hiding and bring about the inevitable conclusion. Sophie glanced from one of us to the next in total confusion. Then my father sighed, and the soft sound seemed to reach every corner of the wide-open living area. Are you okay? he asked, and I nodded unsteadily. I wasnt the one facing death. Not yet, anyway.
Whats going on? Sophie demanded, shattering the quiet like a gunshot at a funeral. But no one answered. She was the source of all the trouble, yet no one even looked at her. For once, everyone was looking at me.
Is it Sophie? Uncle Brendon asked, walking slowly toward us, as if it hurt to move. His voice was barely audible over the unvoiced scream already reverberating in my head. I nodded, and his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, then exhaled. Are you sure? He had to open his eyes to see me nod again, then the line of his jaw hardened. Will you help me? he asked, pain twisting his features into a mask I barely recognized. I swear I wont let her take you.
Unfortunately, after my fathers story, I wasnt sure Uncle Brendon would have any control over who the reaper took instead. Any reaper who would reap a soul not on the list wouldnt think twice about taking the bean sidhe who got in her way. Or everyone else in the room, for that matter.
But I couldnt just let Sophie die, even if she was a royal pain in the butt most of the time.
What are you all talking about? My cousin glanced at each of us in turn, like wed all lost our minds, and sanity was getting lonely. Whats going on?
Uncle Brendon crossed the living room in four huge steps and motioned to his daughter to join him on the couch. She went reluctantly, and he pulled her down onto the center cushion. Honey, I have to tell you something, and I dont have time for the long, gentle version. He took Sophies hands, and my chest ached with what could only be the splintering of my heart.
Youre going to die in a few minutes, he said. Sophie frowned, but her father rushed on before she could interrupt. But I dont want you to worry, because Kaylee and I are going to bring youright back. Youll be fine. Im not sure whatll happen after that, but what I need you to know is that youre going to be just fine.
I dont know what youre talking about. Confusion pinched Sophies fine features into a scowl, and I could see panic lurking on the edge of her expression. Her world had just ceased making sense, and she didnt know what to do with information she couldnt understand. I knew exactly how she felt. Why would I die? And what on earth can Kaylee do about it?
Uncle Brendon shook his head. We dont have time for all that now. I dont know how long we have, so I need you to trust me. I will bring you back.
Sophie nodded, but she looked terrified, as much for her father as for herself. She probably thought hed gone over the proverbial deep end and was now drowning in it. She glared at me over his shoulder, as if Id somehow contaminated him with my mental defect, but I couldnt summon any irritation toward my cousinnot with her moments from death.
Noooo.
Every head in the room swiveled toward the hall, where Aunt Val now stood, clutching the door frame as if that were the only thing holding her up. It wasnt supposed to be Sophie.
What? Uncle Brendon stood so fast the motion made me dizzy. He stared at his wife in dawning horror. Valerie, what did you do?
Aunt Val? What did she have to do with grim reapers and bean sidhes? She was human!
Before my aunt could answer, a fresh wave of grief rolled over me and I staggered on my feet. Nash caught me before I hit the dining-room table and lowered me carefully into one of the chairs. It wouldnt be long now.
Sophie started to tremble then, and the very sight of her sent tremors through my own limbs. Anguish racked me from the inside out. My heart felt too big for my chest. My throat burned like I was breathing flames.
But beyond the physical pain of holding back Sophies soul song, I felt my cousins loss intensely, though the reaper had yet to strike. It was like watching my own hand laid out on a chopping block, knowing the woodsman was coming for it. Knowing Id never get it back. And it didnt matter that wed never been close. I wasnt in love with my feet either, but I didnt want to lose them.
Mom? Sophie squeaked, shifting her weight from one side to the other as she hugged herself. Whats going on?
Dont worry, honey, Aunt Val said from the middle of the living-room carpet, her focus darting all over the place, like a junkie on a bad trip. I wont let her take you. She paused, without ever looking at her daughter, and threw her head back as far as it would go, blond waves cascading down her back almost to her waist.
Footsteps pounded down the hall and I opened my eyes to see Uncle Brendon stumble to a halt in the middle of the living room. He looked from me to my dad, then followed my fathers gaze to Sophie. As I watched, my uncles features crumpled in an agony so complete, so encompassing, that I could barely stand to see it.
For several seconds, no one moved, as if afraid that the slightest twitch would draw the reaper out of hiding and bring about the inevitable conclusion. Sophie glanced from one of us to the next in total confusion. Then my father sighed, and the soft sound seemed to reach every corner of the wide-open living area. Are you okay? he asked, and I nodded unsteadily. I wasnt the one facing death. Not yet, anyway.
Whats going on? Sophie demanded, shattering the quiet like a gunshot at a funeral. But no one answered. She was the source of all the trouble, yet no one even looked at her. For once, everyone was looking at me.
Is it Sophie? Uncle Brendon asked, walking slowly toward us, as if it hurt to move. His voice was barely audible over the unvoiced scream already reverberating in my head. I nodded, and his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, then exhaled. Are you sure? He had to open his eyes to see me nod again, then the line of his jaw hardened. Will you help me? he asked, pain twisting his features into a mask I barely recognized. I swear I wont let her take you.
Unfortunately, after my fathers story, I wasnt sure Uncle Brendon would have any control over who the reaper took instead. Any reaper who would reap a soul not on the list wouldnt think twice about taking the bean sidhe who got in her way. Or everyone else in the room, for that matter.
But I couldnt just let Sophie die, even if she was a royal pain in the butt most of the time.
What are you all talking about? My cousin glanced at each of us in turn, like wed all lost our minds, and sanity was getting lonely. Whats going on?
Uncle Brendon crossed the living room in four huge steps and motioned to his daughter to join him on the couch. She went reluctantly, and he pulled her down onto the center cushion. Honey, I have to tell you something, and I dont have time for the long, gentle version. He took Sophies hands, and my chest ached with what could only be the splintering of my heart.
Youre going to die in a few minutes, he said. Sophie frowned, but her father rushed on before she could interrupt. But I dont want you to worry, because Kaylee and I are going to bring youright back. Youll be fine. Im not sure whatll happen after that, but what I need you to know is that youre going to be just fine.
I dont know what youre talking about. Confusion pinched Sophies fine features into a scowl, and I could see panic lurking on the edge of her expression. Her world had just ceased making sense, and she didnt know what to do with information she couldnt understand. I knew exactly how she felt. Why would I die? And what on earth can Kaylee do about it?
Uncle Brendon shook his head. We dont have time for all that now. I dont know how long we have, so I need you to trust me. I will bring you back.
Sophie nodded, but she looked terrified, as much for her father as for herself. She probably thought hed gone over the proverbial deep end and was now drowning in it. She glared at me over his shoulder, as if Id somehow contaminated him with my mental defect, but I couldnt summon any irritation toward my cousinnot with her moments from death.
Noooo.
Every head in the room swiveled toward the hall, where Aunt Val now stood, clutching the door frame as if that were the only thing holding her up. It wasnt supposed to be Sophie.
What? Uncle Brendon stood so fast the motion made me dizzy. He stared at his wife in dawning horror. Valerie, what did you do?
Aunt Val? What did she have to do with grim reapers and bean sidhes? She was human!
Before my aunt could answer, a fresh wave of grief rolled over me and I staggered on my feet. Nash caught me before I hit the dining-room table and lowered me carefully into one of the chairs. It wouldnt be long now.
Sophie started to tremble then, and the very sight of her sent tremors through my own limbs. Anguish racked me from the inside out. My heart felt too big for my chest. My throat burned like I was breathing flames.
But beyond the physical pain of holding back Sophies soul song, I felt my cousins loss intensely, though the reaper had yet to strike. It was like watching my own hand laid out on a chopping block, knowing the woodsman was coming for it. Knowing Id never get it back. And it didnt matter that wed never been close. I wasnt in love with my feet either, but I didnt want to lose them.
Mom? Sophie squeaked, shifting her weight from one side to the other as she hugged herself. Whats going on?
Dont worry, honey, Aunt Val said from the middle of the living-room carpet, her focus darting all over the place, like a junkie on a bad trip. I wont let her take you. She paused, without ever looking at her daughter, and threw her head back as far as it would go, blond waves cascading down her back almost to her waist.
