My Soul to Keep
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Between what? I asked, exhaustion having used up all my patience.
Between anything. Dusk and dawn, for example, are the liminal times between daylight and dark. Doorways are the liminal spaces between in and out. Make sense? he asked, and I nodded slowly, though I was far from sure I actually understood.
So, noon would be a liminal time between morning and afternoon, right? I said, sinking into the desk chair.
Emmas head nodded, and her borrowed eyes lit with satisfaction. Liminalities are very important, because they thin the boundaries between the two worlds and make human energy easier for those in the Netherworld to access. And the summer and winter solstices are the biggest, most important liminalities of all. They represent the points of balance in the year between the shortening of days and the lengthening of days. The winter solstice is like their New Year.
I drained my can and reached back to set it on the desk behind me. So, you guys are basically throwing a big New Years Eve party, and you want me to crash it?
Sort of. Emmas eyes narrowed in thought. I think I can take advantage of the distraction to get your boyfriend alone. Then you should be able to cross over and take us both back with you.
Sounded reasonable enough to meassuming he was telling the truth.
Where is this big festival?
Alec sighed through Emmas mouth. As near as I can figure, not having been on your side of the gray fog in quite a while, its across the street from the city park. Thats where theyre setting everything up. And whatever theyve built where the old county courthouse stood must be heavily populated, because the building bleeds through almost entirely. Long hallways and room after empty room.
My heart dropped into my stomach. He was talking about the high school. My high school. It had been built five years earlier, after the courthouse burned down and the county seat was moved.
What time does this party start? I whispered as chill bumps popped up beneath my sleeves.
Dusk. The last minutes between sunset and full darkness, when you can still make out things around you, but you can also see stars and planets in the sky. Its the perfect liminal moment.
Crap. Of course it started at dusk. Our Winter Carnival opened at 5:30which was about when the sun went down in mid-winterthe exact time and place as their Liminal Celebration.
Theres no way on earth that was a coincidence. Something bad was going on. Something even worse than the frost invasion and Nash being stuck in the Netherworld, though that hardly seemed possible. And according to the clock on Emmas DVD player, I only had about fourteen hours before dusk brought my one chance to bring Nash back to our world.
So, Ill meet youat five-thirty by the front steps of the high school new building, and well go from
But Alec interrupted before I could finish that thought.
Shhhh, hes coming, he hissed. Then, Yes. Five-thirty, by the steps, no matter what else happens. I have to And just like that, Alec was gone.
Only instead of slumping back into sleep, as shed done the last time Alec vacated her body, Emma stood suddenly stiff and straight as a bedpost. Her head swiveled slowly on her shoulders, steadily taking in the room and its furnishings before her eyes met mine. Then her mouth curled into a slow, taunting smile.
Well, isnt this interesting.
Though I hadnt seen him in a month, Id know that voice anywhere.
Avari.
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MS. CAVANAUGH, how delightful to find you here. The hellion paused, glancing around the room again through Emmas eyes. Wherever here is.
I shuddered beneath a bolt of near-paralyzing terror, then exhaled silently in relief. If he didnt know where he was, he probably didnt know who he was in. Which surely meant it would be hard for him to ever take Emma over again.
But then Ems eyes narrowed as Avari stared through them at a framed photo on the dresser: a shot of me and Emma standing in front of my new-to-me car, on the day Id gotten it. Well, isnt my proxy clever? Avari crossed the room in Emmas bare feet, hips swinging in the exaggerated motion of a man who isnt used to wielding them. His gaze flicked to the mirror behind the picture and his eyes widened in lecherous appreciation. And doesnt he have the most exquisite taste?
Seeing Avari in her was a thousand times worse than watching Alec interact through Emmas body. I couldnt stand it. How was I ever going to look her in the face again?
Get out! I whispered through clenched teeth, my hands curling into powerless fists at my sides. Avari ignored me and reached for the picture with one of Emmas delicate, graceful hands. Dont touch that!
His gaze flicked my way in surprise and I choked on my next breath, shocked and disturbed by how unlike Emma her own eyes could look. What would you rather I touch? Avari asked, his smooth, sinister words violating her throat just as brutally as his presence desecrated her existence. This? The thin hand changed directions and Emmas fingers splayed across her flat stomach, thumb brushing her sternum, pinkie tucking beneath the elastic waistband of her pj pants.
Or this? Avaris voice deepened suggestively, and the hand slid up Emmas torso to lift her left breast through the thin cotton of her nightshirt.
Between anything. Dusk and dawn, for example, are the liminal times between daylight and dark. Doorways are the liminal spaces between in and out. Make sense? he asked, and I nodded slowly, though I was far from sure I actually understood.
So, noon would be a liminal time between morning and afternoon, right? I said, sinking into the desk chair.
Emmas head nodded, and her borrowed eyes lit with satisfaction. Liminalities are very important, because they thin the boundaries between the two worlds and make human energy easier for those in the Netherworld to access. And the summer and winter solstices are the biggest, most important liminalities of all. They represent the points of balance in the year between the shortening of days and the lengthening of days. The winter solstice is like their New Year.
I drained my can and reached back to set it on the desk behind me. So, you guys are basically throwing a big New Years Eve party, and you want me to crash it?
Sort of. Emmas eyes narrowed in thought. I think I can take advantage of the distraction to get your boyfriend alone. Then you should be able to cross over and take us both back with you.
Sounded reasonable enough to meassuming he was telling the truth.
Where is this big festival?
Alec sighed through Emmas mouth. As near as I can figure, not having been on your side of the gray fog in quite a while, its across the street from the city park. Thats where theyre setting everything up. And whatever theyve built where the old county courthouse stood must be heavily populated, because the building bleeds through almost entirely. Long hallways and room after empty room.
My heart dropped into my stomach. He was talking about the high school. My high school. It had been built five years earlier, after the courthouse burned down and the county seat was moved.
What time does this party start? I whispered as chill bumps popped up beneath my sleeves.
Dusk. The last minutes between sunset and full darkness, when you can still make out things around you, but you can also see stars and planets in the sky. Its the perfect liminal moment.
Crap. Of course it started at dusk. Our Winter Carnival opened at 5:30which was about when the sun went down in mid-winterthe exact time and place as their Liminal Celebration.
Theres no way on earth that was a coincidence. Something bad was going on. Something even worse than the frost invasion and Nash being stuck in the Netherworld, though that hardly seemed possible. And according to the clock on Emmas DVD player, I only had about fourteen hours before dusk brought my one chance to bring Nash back to our world.
So, Ill meet youat five-thirty by the front steps of the high school new building, and well go from
But Alec interrupted before I could finish that thought.
Shhhh, hes coming, he hissed. Then, Yes. Five-thirty, by the steps, no matter what else happens. I have to And just like that, Alec was gone.
Only instead of slumping back into sleep, as shed done the last time Alec vacated her body, Emma stood suddenly stiff and straight as a bedpost. Her head swiveled slowly on her shoulders, steadily taking in the room and its furnishings before her eyes met mine. Then her mouth curled into a slow, taunting smile.
Well, isnt this interesting.
Though I hadnt seen him in a month, Id know that voice anywhere.
Avari.
21
MS. CAVANAUGH, how delightful to find you here. The hellion paused, glancing around the room again through Emmas eyes. Wherever here is.
I shuddered beneath a bolt of near-paralyzing terror, then exhaled silently in relief. If he didnt know where he was, he probably didnt know who he was in. Which surely meant it would be hard for him to ever take Emma over again.
But then Ems eyes narrowed as Avari stared through them at a framed photo on the dresser: a shot of me and Emma standing in front of my new-to-me car, on the day Id gotten it. Well, isnt my proxy clever? Avari crossed the room in Emmas bare feet, hips swinging in the exaggerated motion of a man who isnt used to wielding them. His gaze flicked to the mirror behind the picture and his eyes widened in lecherous appreciation. And doesnt he have the most exquisite taste?
Seeing Avari in her was a thousand times worse than watching Alec interact through Emmas body. I couldnt stand it. How was I ever going to look her in the face again?
Get out! I whispered through clenched teeth, my hands curling into powerless fists at my sides. Avari ignored me and reached for the picture with one of Emmas delicate, graceful hands. Dont touch that!
His gaze flicked my way in surprise and I choked on my next breath, shocked and disturbed by how unlike Emma her own eyes could look. What would you rather I touch? Avari asked, his smooth, sinister words violating her throat just as brutally as his presence desecrated her existence. This? The thin hand changed directions and Emmas fingers splayed across her flat stomach, thumb brushing her sternum, pinkie tucking beneath the elastic waistband of her pj pants.
Or this? Avaris voice deepened suggestively, and the hand slid up Emmas torso to lift her left breast through the thin cotton of her nightshirt.
