Early to Death, Early to Rise - Kim Harrison [7]
I’m helping Barnabas and Nakita? I thought, confused. All I’d been thinking about was how I was going to save this guy, not set a precedent for others to follow. But even I had to concede that Ron didn’t handle reaps himself but sent his light reapers out and moved on to the next soul.
“Together?” I questioned, glancing at Barnabas and Nakita, both of them wearing sick looks. “Why would it take them both?”
“Because if the light reaper fails to effect a change, the seraphs want a dark reaper there to scythe the sucker,” the guardian angel said cheerfully. “And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!”
“It’s the same difference!” I exclaimed, then hunched into my seat when the guy reading the magazine looked up.
“Well, it’s not like you really want the job,” Grace snapped. “How much unconditional support are the seraphs supposed to put behind your ideas if you’re going to give up the position as soon as you find your real body and turn living again?”
Nakita’s expression froze, fear a shadow in the back of her eyes.
Oh, crap. The hum of Grace’s wings seemed to grow louder. Nakita wouldn’t look away from me. It was as if I’d already abandoned her—me, the person who had accidentally damaged her perfect angel wisdom with a human’s understanding of death. She didn’t fit in anymore with her dark brethren, and I was possibly the only one who might be able to help her understand why, seeing as it was my memories and fears that had changed her.
“Well, maybe if they’d get behind my ideas a little more, I might keep the job after I find my body,” I said in a loud whisper. It wasn’t the first time I’d considered keeping it once I found my body. Timekeepers didn’t have to be dead—actually, I think I was the first one who was. But I wouldn’t stay the head of a system that I didn’t believe in. Either they let me do things my way, or I was out of here.
“I don’t believe in ultimate fate, and I won’t send dark reapers out to cull souls because people are ignorant of choice,” I said, knowing that through her, my words would be heard. “If the seraphs can’t meet me halfway, then I’m not going to do this, dead or alive.”
I was arguing with heaven, but I didn’t care. Grace was silent; then the haze of her brightened. “I don’t know why you want to be alive anyway,” she muttered, apparently willing to concede the point. “It’s messy. I mean, you leak liquids from every orifice and can’t stay awake.”
“Yeah, and we eat, too,” I said sourly. “Do you know how long it’s been since food tasted good?” It was a good thing I didn’t need to, or I would have starved by now.
She made a tiny harrumph, and a new urgency layered over me like a second skin. Swell. Not only did I have to save some guy’s life, but I had to get Barnabas and Nakita to work together in the process? Great. Just freaking great.
“You didn’t think it was going to be easy, did you?” Grace said from the middle of the table, her glow shifting wildly through the spectrum before she shot straight up like a reverse falling star and slipped right out through the high skylights. We appeared to be alone, but I’d bet she was watching.
No one said anything, and I looked from Barnabas to Nakita, who was ignoring me, her expression grim. “I’m going to get a shake,” I said suddenly, not at all hungry of course but needing the excuse to get away from them for a moment. “You guys want anything?”
I didn’t wait for an answer, and standing up, I almost