Early to Death, Early to Rise - Kim Harrison [41]
I jerked. My arm smacked into something, and I heard Barnabas grunt. Scared, I opened my eyes. I had eyes, and they opened when I wanted them to. Thank God. It was over.
Barnabas was looking down at me. He was close, really close. Above him was the smooth, unmistakable roof of a car. The muffled stillness of being shut in pressed against my ears. “Uh,” I stammered, thinking he looked terrified. “Why are you holding me?”
His mouth dropped open, and his eyes flashed silver for a second. “Stars to dust, what happened?” he said as his grip on me loosened. “Are you okay?”
He let me slip to the seat beside him, and I sat up, shaking as I brushed the purple tips of my hair out of my eyes. We were in the backseat of a van, and it looked like we were still in Shoe’s neighborhood. Holding a hand to my stomach, I glanced at Barnabas and remembered his wings. They weren’t there now, but maybe they were just an instant before or behind us in time. Before the now and the next? I almost thought I could see them if I squinted.
“Everything went blue,” I said. “Where are we?”
Barnabas exhaled softly and wiped a hand across his forehead. “Someone’s van,” he said, shifting his shoulders as if trying to relax. “It was open. You were crying about the stars. Once you couldn’t see them, you calmed down—somewhat. Madison, what happened? You just went all stiff.”
I touched my face, realizing it was wet. Unable to look at him, I wiped it off. “You’ve never seen anyone do that before?” I asked, seeing my hand shake. The two red stripes on my fingernails looked funny. “Ron, maybe?”
From the corner of my sight, I watched him shake his head. “You scared the ever-loving feather dust out of me. I’ve never…I’ve never even heard of…What happened?”
I couldn’t tell if I was hungry or if I was going to be sick. I felt like I hadn’t eaten in weeks. And I hadn’t. “I think it was a flash forward,” I said, thinking, This is my job? I’m going to do this how often? I had to find my body, like, yesterday. “Everything went blue, and I could see your wings,” I finished, feeling ill.
Barnabas cleared his throat. “Why would seeing the stars hurt?”
Turning to him, I shrugged. I honestly couldn’t remember. It was as if my mind had blocked it out. Maybe the human mind couldn’t take that much beauty. “I don’t know,” I said softly. “But, Barnabas, I watched Shoe uploading the virus into a computer disc. I was him, but he couldn’t hear me, even when I told him to stop. Then things shifted, and I felt his satisfaction when he heard about the people dying at the hospital. The guy is whacked! I don’t understand it. He looks so normal.”
“No wonder Ron never said anything about his flash forwards,” Barnabas said, his brown eyes holding heavy concern. “Madison, it was awful. It was as if you weren’t all there. I thought if I let you go, you might…vanish. Like your being dead took away your anchor to get back. Your amulet wasn’t keeping you grounded to the time lines. I was.”
Fear slid through me. “Were there black wings?”
His shook his head, but the look in his eyes scared me. “No. But I thought if I let you go, you’d be gone,” he said. “I’m supposed to be keeping you safe. I’ve never been that terrified.” His lips parted as he searched for words, and I swear, if I had a heart, it would have skipped a beat at the worry in his eyes. “And you’re going to do it again.”
Frightened, I swallowed and looked at the fast-food child’s-meal toy on the floor, not knowing if I believed him about the black wings. What if this happened while I was at school? They’d put me on meds or something.
“It will be okay,” I said, shuddering. “I know what flashing forward feels like now. Before it happened, all the light went blue. Next time, I’ll just find a quiet room or something.”
“Blue. Like you were moving faster in time,” Barnabas said, seeming to find comfort in that there would be some warning.
A sudden thought pulled me straight, my own fear vanishing as I tossed the hair from my eyes. “And if I’ve flashed forward, then maybe Ron did, too.” Crap, if he saw what I had seen,