Once Dead, Twice Shy - Kim Harrison [34]
“Holy smokes, Madison!” Josh exclaimed in a hushed rush of words. “You’re gone!” He hesitated. “Are you…there? I don’t believe this.”
I concentrated, breaking a good number of threads as they shifted from the future to the present, making sure to leave enough to pull me forward. “I’m here,” I said, feeling my lips move and hearing my words as if from far away. I brought my gaze to Josh, finding it easier with practice. His eyes were roving everywhere, focusing mostly on the seat behind me.
“Sweet,” he said as he drew back. “I can hardly hear you. You sound creepy. Like you’re whispering into a phone or something.”
A tight hum at my ear told me Grace had abandoned the bell by the register. I turned to the bright light darting frantically about the booth, and my mouth dropped open. “I can see you,” I whispered. “My God, you’re beautiful.” She was only a minute tall, even though her glow made her look softball-sized. Her complexion was dark and her facial features were delicately sharp. Gold shimmered around her to make her outline unclear, especially when she moved. I couldn’t tell if it was fabric or mist. The blur of her wings made the hazy glow I’d been seeing.
Immediately the tiny angel came to a stop, focusing on my voice. She blinked in surprise, her eyes glowing like the sun. “I lost your song, Madison,” she said. “I couldn’t hear your soul anymore. Stop what you’re doing. I can’t see you.”
It worked! I thought ecstatically. If my guardian angel couldn’t see me, then neither would a reaper or timekeeper. “I’m invisible,” I said, gazing at her in wonder.
“I can see that,” she snapped, weaving in agitation. “Now stop it. It has to be a mistake. I can barely hear your soul singing. I can’t protect you if I can’t see you.”
I moved my arm, seeing that it had a shiny white edge to it now, kind of what a black wing looked like on the end. Curious, I tried to pick up my glass. I shivered as the cold of the pop went straight to my bones, and I couldn’t seem to tighten my fingers enough to get a grip. I wondered why I could sit on a chair without passing through, until I moved the balled-up straw wrapper. It must be that I was substantial enough to have some effect on the world, but not a whole lot. Taking a walk in a windstorm would probably be a bad idea. Maybe that’s how Barnabas could fly.
“Madison, are you still there?” Josh whispered.
“Yes,” I said, allowing a few more lines to remain as the future became the present. The angel sighed in relief, and Josh’s eyes shifted to mine.
“Damn!” he whispered. “I can sort of see you. Jeez, Madison. This is bizarre. Can I touch you?”
“I wouldn’t,” Grace said as she hovered over the table, but I shrugged, and he reached out to put his fingers on my wrist. We both shuddered at the eerie sensation of contact. His fingers seemed to burn, and I jerked away at the same time he did.
“Cold,” he said, hiding his hand under the table.
“Can you hear me better?” I asked, and he nodded. This had to be the weirdest thing I’d ever done. Destroying the amulet’s threads as they turned from future to present was almost easy now. Like humming to background music when you’re doing your homework. I’d done it. I’d finally learned something, and the relief for that was almost enough to make me cry.
“Excellent,” Josh said, smiling as I went totally invisible again, much to Grace’s disgust.
“If you can do this, you can take that amulet for sure.”
I laughed, and Josh pressed into the cushions.
“Don’t laugh when you’ve ghosted like that,” he said as he looked around the coffee shop. “It’s really weird. Man, I’m going