“We don’t really have any choice, Tod.” I scooted down on the bed until the covers gathered at my waist. “The only time my dad won’t check up on me is when he’s asleep, which means we can’t leave until tomorrow night. That gives you almost a day to explain everything to Addy and Regan, and to find us a car.” Because his mom worked the night shift at the hospital and would need hers. “Do not steal one. The last thing we need is to get arrested on the way to the Netherworld.”

I could already see the headline: Mentally Fragile Teen Arrested in Stolen Car; Says She Was Looking for a Demon.

Sophie wouldn’t have to work hard to convince everyone I was nuts after that.

“That’s not enough time, Kaylee.” Tod looked as grim as I’d ever seen him.

“It’ll have to be.” I wasn’t sure how best to comfort a reaper. “By Thursday morning, Addy will be in full possession of her soul.”

It wasn’t much of a promise, but since I couldn’t guarantee her life, her soul was all I could offer him.

“Now, could you please put my phone back where you found it? And turn the light off on your way out.” With that, I lay back and pulled the covers over my shoulder. I needed sleep.

Tomorrow promised to be the weirdest Wednesday in history.

13

“I REALLY SHOULD JUST LEAVE you here. You deserve to ride the bus, for keeping so many secrets.” Emma slammed her locker closed as the last bell rang, but her bright brown eyes gave her away. She wasn’t really mad. She was fishing for hints about the super-secret bean sidhe mission she imagined we were on.

I settled my backpack higher on my shoulder and tugged my snug tee down over the waistband of my jeans. “Trust me, you’re not missing anything.” If she knew the truth, her curiosity would no doubt give way to terror. Which was why I couldn’t tell her.

But Emma would give us another ride, anyway, to make up for making us all nearly half an hour late to first period. I should have known she wouldn’t remember a middle-of-the-night, sleep-foggy promise. She’d actually made it all the way to the school parking lot five minutes ahead of the tardy bell before remembering me and Nash. I would have texted her, but my dad left for work with my phone, and I didn’t have her number memorized. Nor did Nash have it programmed.

We all three got unexcused tardies, which made a matched set with my unexcused absence from history the day before. Add to that the half-finished chemistry homework I’d spilled nacho-cheese sauce on during lunch, and I was starting to think I couldn’t handle both school and bean sidhe business. Not to mention work.

“Hey, Emma,” a male voice called from down the hall. We looked up to see Doug Fuller strutting with a huddle of football players in matching school jackets, Nash among them.“You got plans tonight?”

The cluster closed around us in a tall wall of broad green-and-white-clad shoulders, blocking most of the hall from view and effectively trapping us, though Emma didn’t seem to notice the sudden suffocating lack of personal space. I stepped back and my bag hit the lockers. There was nowhere else to go unless I was willing to break through the offensive line and expose my confinement issues. Which would be like waving a red flag in front of a whole herd of bulls.

Nash must have seen the swirl of panic in my eyes, because he was suddenly at my side. I let my backpack slide to the floor, and he wrapped both arms around me from behind. His breath brushed my ear in a private, whispered greeting, and I relaxed into him as if the other ass-letes weren’t even there.

They’d accepted me into their company easily enough—though I’d only hovered on the fringes before, thanks to Emma’s various adventures in dating—because Nash and I were practically attached at the hip.

Or at the crotch, as the other guys no doubt assumed. After all, why else would he hang out with Emma’s curve-less, penniless best friend, even if I did have a not-hideous face?

A very good question…

Nash had no more money than I did. Maybe even less. But he was wealthy in another currency: athleticism. He’d helped lead the football team to the regional play-offs—they were the heavy favorites for Friday night’s game—and would do it again when baseball season arrived in the spring. That prowess, along with a face and body—not to mention a voice—few girls could say no to, kept him firmly anchored in the bright, shining kingdom of Social Acceptance, a world surely stranger and more frightening than anything I could stumble across in the Netherworld.

Emma had a free pass into that world, issued solely upon the basis of her flawless face and generous curves. She flitted among the chosen ones at will, lingering whenever a strong chin or bulging arm caught her eye. But it never lasted long. She bored easily—especially of guys with wandering hands—and would soon come back bearing tales of bumbling inadequacy unenhanced by enthusiasm.

Outside of school, it was easy to forget that Nash belonged to that world, too, and that he had a lot in common with his friends, minus the bumbling inadequacy part. But I’d rather walk the Netherworld alone, with my soul safety-pinned to my sleeve, than spend a few hours alone with any one of his teammates. Somehow, that seemed safer.

“Yeah, I have plans.” Emma stood on her toes and pressed herself into Doug’s chest so that her breasts flattened against his letter jacket, her nose inches from his chin. His hand slithered around her waist to spread at the base of her spine, fingers inching lower. “I have very interesting plans….”