Across the room, Nash was hunched over in pain and exhaustion, wrapped in Sabine’s arms. On the floor at her feet stood a clear plastic cup with the melting poison hair-cicle inside. I didn’t even want to know why she’d taken it.
Tod squeezed me, then let me go, and I whirled around to face him. “Thanks. I totally owe you.”
“No. You don’t,” he said, and the blues in his eyes shifted slowly.
Then Emma was there, wrapping me in a hug.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, pulling my foot from the mayo.
“I think so.” She let go of me and pushed strands of blond hair from her face. Her eyes were still wide and her skin was pale, but being back in familiar surroundings went a long way toward calming her down. “That was the Netherworld?”
“In all its many-splendored horror.” I grabbed an apron hanging from a hook on the wall and wiped as much of the gunk off my shoe as I could.
“What the hell happened? I was in history one minute, and the next thing I know, I’m staring at some man in a suit and some…thing with rancid water for hair, who looked like she wanted to eat me whole.”
“It’s a long story, Em. I promise I’ll tell you the whole thing. But I need just a second to…breathe.”
Emma nodded, and I sat down on a stool, blessedly free of splattered condiments. And for a moment, the five of us just stared at one another.
Shocked. Relieved. And very much alive.
27
“SO, THE ONE WITH the hair?” Emma said, pulling the pan from the oven.
“The poison hair, dripping and fizzing everywhere?” I asked, laying a hand towel across the counter.
Em nodded and set the pan on the towel, then inhaled deeply through her nose. To try to make up for her trauma the day before, I’d promised to answer every Netherworld question she could throw at me over homemade brownies, chosen for the inherent comfort-power of chocolate.
“That was Invidia. She’s a hellion of envy.”
She dropped the pot holders on the counter. “The one who put the whammy on you and Sabine?”
“And half the school.” I shoved the pot holders into the drawer to the left of the stove. “It was part of the blitz, remember?” Emma nodded, but didn’t look very sure, so I elaborated. “Okay, think of it like a waterwheel. Once it gets going, it produces lots of power, right? But you have to put in an initial effort to get it set up. The setup in this case was one big burst of energy shoved into our school by Avari, a hellion of greed, and Invidia, a hellion of envy. That one burst irritated already existing frictions between people, and since it was powered by greed and envy, it paid off in greed and envy.”
“So…Sophie cut off Laura’s hair because she was jealous of that stupid Snow Queen crown.”
“Exactly.” I reached into the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk, while Em got down two short glasses.
“And it made Sabine crazy jealous of you, and it made you determined to blame everything that went wrong on her.”
I huffed and handed her the first glass. “Sort of. But Avari and Invidia went through some special effort to play the two of us against each other, because we were the payoff.”
“That’s creepy, Kay.”
“At the very least.” I sipped from my glass, watching her closely.
For the most part, Emma had dealt pretty well with what she’d seen, and subsequently been told. Her reaction to finding out she’d been possessed—“Did my head spin around?”—was her typical humor defense, but I saw the fear beneath. I knew what she was feeling—out of control and terrified and used—because I’d been there.
And I would be there to help her deal. And to fight back.
We all would.
When the doorbell rang, I answered it while Em cut the brownies. Nash stood in the circle of light on my front porch, and the moment our gazes met, the colors in his irises started swirling and my heart beat a little harder.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” I said, then I let him fold me into a warm hug, punctuated by a kiss. I ached for more, but it wasn’t the time. I couldn’t help wondering if that time would ever come, because…
“So, are you gonna make us stand out here all night?” Sabine asked, stepping onto the porch behind him. “I’m freezing my ass off, and I need to talk to Emma.”
I stepped aside to let them in, then closed the door and took Nash’s hand when he offered it. He’d asked me out for Friday night—a real date, guaranteed free from all Netherworld interruptions and mara scheming—and I’d accepted. Though I had no idea how I’d talk my dad into letting me go. Nash was willing to earn back my trust, and I was willing to let him try, so long as he stayed clean. But my dad was staunchly con, regarding the possibility of a Kaylee/Nash reunion.
It might actually be easier to make Sabine give up on Nash than to make my dad accept him.
Sabine stomped past us into the kitchen, where Emma had yet to look up from her brownies. The mara had already apologized for sending me to the Netherworld, then almost selling me to Avari. I accepted her apology because I knew she meant it—she wouldn’t have said it otherwise. And I’d apologized for blaming the murder of our teachers and near-destruction of our school on her. So in her warped world view, we were even, and the status quo was secure. She would keep trying to claw her way into Nash’s heart—unsatisfied with the role of good friend—and I would continue to push her back every time she went too far.
But because Em refused to accept her apology and didn’t owe Sabine one, the mara had become obsessed with making Emma forgive her.
It was not going well.
“Em?” Sabine launched into another round of apologies, while Nash and I sat on the couch.
“Feeling okay?” I asked, staring into his eyes to see the truth. It had been more than a day, but he was just now regaining color after being drained by Avari. Again. Of course, it helped that he no longer had to worry about me and Sabine being actively pitted against each other by a pair of evil Netherworld hellions. We weren’t best friends—I’d probably never actually like the mara—but we could be in the same room without needing a referee now.
Most of the time.
“I’m better.” After a lengthy pause, during which Emma tried to get rid of Sabine by offering her chocolate, Nash said, “Mom should be here any minute.”
“She’s on her way,” Tod confirmed, and I looked up to see him sitting in my dad’s favorite chair. Watching us.
“Shouldn’t you be delivering pizza?” Nash asked.
The reaper shrugged. “Like I’m gonna miss this.”
I frowned. “You’ve already seen it?”
“Um…yeah. And heard it, and smelled it, and…”
“What is it?” Nash asked, but his brother only grinned.
Harmony had been looking for a way to keep us from getting possessed ever since she found out what had happened to me a month ago, and we’d gotten a call that morning saying she’d finally come up with something. Which was the only reason Sabine and Emma had wound up in the same room so soon after Em’s first trip to the Netherworld.
“Where’s your dad?” Tod glanced down the hall, like my father might materialize any moment.
“Helping Alec get settled.” Alec and my father had struck up an odd sort of friendship, thanks to their mutual lack of humanity and abject hatred of the hellion who’d possessed them both multiple times. My dad had even cleaned out our meager savings to lend Alec his first month’s rent and security deposit.
“Knock, knock!” Harmony called from the front porch, then came in without waiting for me to open the door, carrying a large cardboard box. “Tod, give me a hand, please.”
The reaper stood reluctantly and took the box from his mother. As soon as he touched it, the box started to shake and erupted into a chorus of squeals and odd, high-pitched growls.
“What’s that?” I asked, standing as Tod set the box on my coffee table. Em and Sabine wandered in from the kitchen to stare suspiciously at
the weird, yipping box.
“That…” Harmony began, “is part of what’s going to keep you from playing host to a hellion ever again. But first…” She stuck one hand into her coat pocket and pulled out a plastic sandwich bag filled with odd, blue, stiff-looking strands of…something. “Emma, give me your wrist.”
Em stuck her arm out hesitantly, while Harmony pulled out one of the cords, which turned out to be braided lengths of something fibrous.
“This is silk from a Netherworld plant called dissimulatus. It’s very rare, which is why it took me so long to find it, but it’s also very sturdy.” She tied braided silk into a loop around Emma’s wrist, then double and triple knotted it. The bracelet was too small to slip off, but too loose to cut off her circulation. “It won’t shrink, stain, or tear, so you can wear it all the time. Even in the shower.”
“Dissimulatus?” Em asked, twisting the loop around her wrist while Harmony dug in her bag for another one.
“It means ‘disguise.’ As long as you wear them, the silk will disguise your energy signature, both here and in the Netherworld.”
“What does that mean?” Emma asked. And if she hadn’t, I would have.
“Think of yourself as a cell phone,” Harmony began, tying the second bracelet on Sabine’s left wrist. “Constantly broadcasting a signal—your energy signature. That signal identifies you as a human female, about sixteen years old. Specifically, it identifies you as Emma Dawn Marshall. This bracelet—” she held up another one and waved me forward, as Sabine frowned at her new accessory “—is like a jammer. It’s going to jam your signal. And for the rest of you—” Harmony glanced at me, Nash, and Sabine in turn as she wrapped the stiff length of cord around my arm “—it will disguise your species, as well.”
“So…no one will know I’m a bean sidhe?” I asked, as she tied the first knot.
“Not just from tasting your energy signature.”
“And that’ll keep Avari from possessing us?” Nash said, holding his arm out for his bracelet.
“It’ll keep him from identifying you. And if he can’t find you, he can’t possess you. Right?”
“But he knows where we live,” Sabine pointed out, frowning skeptically. “It’s not gonna be hard to find us, if he’s looking in the right place.”
Harmony nodded solemnly. “And that’s where these come in.” Without further explanation, she opened the box on the coffee table, reached inside, and pulled out a small, quaking ball of fur.
I frowned at the creature, and at the faint gamey smell emanating from it. And when Harmony shoved it toward me, I took a step back.
“He won’t hurt you,” she insisted, and pushed it toward me again. This time I held out both hands, and she deposited the furball in them. “This is your new best friend.” She brushed blond curls back from her face, then reached into the box again and pulled out another ball of fur, and handed this one to Nash. “They don’t have a name that I can actually pronounce, so you may as well just think of them as puppies. Very special puppies.”
“They’re dogs?” Emma asked, and Harmony smiled.
“Not fully. They’re a mix of a Pomeranian and a small Netherworld critter. They’re very expensive and difficult to breed. So don’t take this responsibility lightly.”
“Responsibility?” Sabine said, holding her “dog” at arm’s length.
“Yes. It’s very important that you bond with them over the next couple of weeks.”
“So, what?” Emma said. “Hellions are allergic to fur?”
Harmony laughed and stroked the small creature in my hands, which had begun to sniff my fingers with a tiny, wet nose. “No. These little guys are Netherworld guard dogs. If they sense a hellion anywhere near you, on the other side of the world barrier, of course, they’ll start yipping up a storm. So…if you sleep with him in your room, he’ll wake you up before you can possibly be possessed.”
“So…the cure for hellion possession is a pet?” I asked, running one finger down the creature’s thin, trembling spine.
“Well, it’s more preventative than actual cure, but it’s the best I could come up with.”
“My mom won’t let me have a dog,” Emma said, looking worried as she cradled hers to her chest.
Harmony was unconcerned. “Tod can talk her into it, can’t you, Tod?” The reaper nodded. “And, Sabine, I’m sure Nash can talk to your foster mother for you.” Their Influence should pave the way toward pet ownership before the poor mothers even knew what hit them.
“But I don’t want a dog,” Sabine said, still staring at hers like it might bite her. Or vice versa. “I didn’t even want a bracelet.”
Harmony frowned. “Do you want Avari in your body?”
“No.”
“Then you want this bracelet, and you definitely want this dog. Name him. Feed him. Bond with him. He’s the only thing standing between you and serial possession. Got it?”
Sabine nodded hesitantly, and I laughed out loud. I couldn’t help it. She couldn’t have looked less comfortable if Harmony had demanded she cha-cha in a pair of three-inch heels.
“What about Alec?” I asked, pushing my new bracelet up my arm, to keep the pup from chewing on it.
“I dropped his off at his new place. Sophie’s getting one, too, though I don’t know how her dad’s going to explain it.”
“So…this is it?” Nash asked. “We’re using jewelry and puppies to ward off evil?”
Harmony nodded. “Right now, guys, these puppies and bracelets are all you have standing between you and the Netherworld. Well, these little guys, and one another. For whatever reason, the dominant hellion of this area has literally moved into your high school, just across the world barrier from where you spend most of your waking hours. And he’s not alone. Such a concentration of power is like a lighthouse in the dark. It’s going to attract others, and your school is going to be at the heart of whatever trouble moves into the neighborhood. “If you’re going to take on the entire Netherworld population, as some of you seem determined to do, you need to at least know what you have going for you. So take a look around this room. This is it. These are the people in your corner. So I suggest you all find a way to get along. I have a feeling someday your lives are going to depend on it.”
I glanced around my living room, one face at a time, thinking of everything we’d been through together. Everything we’d fought and survived. Hellions. Possession. Toxic vines. Demon’s Breath. Walking nightmares. Was Harmony saying it would get worse from there?
A chill shot through me at the very thought.
But as I watched Sabine watching Nash watch me, I realized something I should have understood much sooner—as horrifying a threat as the Netherworld represented, learning to trust again in my own world might just be the scariest thing I’d ever had to do.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks first of all to my editor, Mary-Theresa Hussey, who knew just what this book needed. Her suggestions challenged me to find better solutions, and the book is so much better for it.
Thanks to Natashya Wilson, for so much enthusiasm and support.
Rinda Elliot, for the lightning-fast critique, and for being the first to love Sabine.
Thanks to #1, who made fajitas and helped me figure out how to hurt a hellion.
Thanks to Ally, Jen, Melissa, Kelley, and everyone else in the YA community for advice, camaraderie, and for making me feel so welcome.
And most of all, thank you to the readers who have given Kaylee and her friends a place in this world. Without you, none of the rest of it would matter.
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MY SOUL TO STEAL
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