With All My Soul
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Maybe their relationship was starting to heal.
With that thought on my mind and a relatively peaceful day behind me, I went home right after school, feeling additionally fortunate that the theater where I worked most afternoons had given me a couple of weeks off to mourn Emma, whod worked there, too.
Maybe I could get Emily hired.... That would be at least one part of Ems life that I could give back to her.
Emma had stayed after school to meet with the guidance counselorsomething to do with being a new studentand Sabine and Nash had promised to give her a ride home, so I had the house to myself for the first time in weeks.
I was reaching for the remote control, intending to scroll through the menu for an action movie, when my gaze caught on the blinking red light on our answering machine.
Weird. We hardly ever used the home phone, because both my dad and I had cell phones. Even Em had a new one, on our family plan.
I dropped the remote on the coffee table and crossed the room. Thats the problem with answering machines and home phonesyou have to actually get up to go use them. I pressed the button, and my dads boss started speaking, asking if he was okay and why he hadnt called in sick. Or answered his cell.
I tried not to panic. It wasnt beyond the realm of possibility that my dad might skip work, considering everything hed been through recently. Everything Id put him through. It wasnt much like him not to at least call in sick, though.
Dad? I pressed the button to save his bosss message, then glanced into the kitchen to confirm that it was empty. That he wasnt lying on the floor having a heart attack or convulsion. He was still relatively young for a bean sidhe, but you never know....
Hey, Dad? Are you here? I checked the garage, the bathroom, and even my bedroom before heading into his room at the end of the hall. The last room in the house.
My fathers bed was made. His curtains were closed. His clothes were folded and still sitting on the chair in the corner, where Id left them that morningI felt bad about him getting stabbed by a demon, so I was doing more chores than usual, but I drew the line at putting his clothes in his dresser.
I was about to leave the room when I noticed my dads cell phone lying on his pillow. I picked it up and pressed a button to wake up the screen, then froze. Staring. I couldnt think past the horror of what I saw on the screen. My fathers cell phone background had been changed to a picture of him, bound and evidently unconscious, sitting on the floor of a room I didnt recognize. Propped up on his lap was a sign written in unidentifiable and strangely gloppy inkplease let it be inkin handwriting I didnt recognize.
The sign read, Come and find me.
On the edge of the photo, less than a foot fromhis shoe, was a familiar green vine. I zoomed in on the photo to be sure. To confirm my worst fear.
Sure enough, the serrated edges of the leaves on that vine were bloodred. The thorns between the leaves were very thin and at least an inch long. Crimson creeper only grows in one place.
The Netherworld.
My shock lasted for about a minute and a half. Then there was another fraction of a moment when I wondered how on earth Avari had gotten to my father in the human world. But then I realized that how didnt matter. There would probably always be some minion with crossover potential willing to do the hellions bidding for a price.
Avaris return to active-threat status was inevitable, and it always would be until we managed to turn the other hellions against him. But my plan obviously wasnt working fast enough.
Fear chased away my shock, and hot on its tail was a blinding fury unlike anything Id ever felt. Avari and his hellion colleagues had already taken so much from me and from my friends and family. They werent going to get my father, too.
Well, they werent going to get to keep him, anyway.
Uncle Brendon was the first person I called. His phone rang in my ear three times, then Sabine answered. Hey, Kaylee, whats up?
Why the hell are you answering my uncles phone? I could hear the anger in my voice. It echoed back at me over the line and from every corner of my own house. I regretted itfor once, Sabine wasnt the problembut I couldnt control it.
Whoa, rein it in. Just cause were friends now doesnt mean you get to raise your voice at me.
Sorry. I just... Wheres Uncle Brendon?
Hes kinda tied up with Sophie right now.
Well, untie him. Its an emergency.
Those must be going around. Were at the police station.
Why? What did you do?
Why do you assume I did something?
Because you have an arrest record and two convictions? Because no one knows how or if you paid for your car? Because you tried to sell me and Emma into eternal torture in the Netherworld?
You know, eventually youre going to have to get over that. But you make a valid point.
I made several valid points.
Whatever. Sophie slashed some chicks tires in the parking lot, and the school cop caught her walking away from the scene with a pair of scissors in her hand. Rookie mistake.
Why on earth would Sophie slash someones tires?
Because the girl who owns the car hit on her boyfriend. And she mighta...kinda...been overwrought with jealousy.