Once Dead, Twice Shy - Kim Harrison [74]
He came back with, “I would use my eyes to see and thoughts to think,” and Grace hummed impatiently.
Stepping between them, I said, “Okay. Fine! I don’t believe in fate, either, but I respect Nakita.” And that big scythe she showed me she could make last week. “When I’m in school, I’m safe from whatever you guys are worried about. Why don’t you both wait outside?”
Immediately they backed down. “I need to be here,” Nakita said, eyes lowered. “For myself. I need to understand. The seraphs are unsure how your being dead will touch upon your ability to read time. And I don’t feel right among my own anymore. They think I’m flawed,” she finished, and I winced at the shame I could hear in her voice. Barnabas looked out over the surrounding, excited people, his gaze vacant. “I need something to do. I’m…alone too. And you’re familiar.”
That’s nice. I’m familiar. Like an old pair of socks.
“You’re both guarding Madison?” Grace asked. “Someone needs to. She wouldn’t let me do it.”
I felt bad about that, but then she landed on my shoulder and whispered, “Thank you, Madison, for naming me. I thought they were going to take my name from me, but they finally agreed that if I was assigned as a messenger to you permanently, I could keep it.”
“Grace, that’s great!” I said, truly pleased. It was good to see Grace, but the last time a message had come for Nakita, the dark reaper had excused herself, coming back with a satisfied smile and a new notch on her scythe.
The tiny angel rose high, and I felt a familiar presence behind me. Nakita looked away with her lips pressed together, but Barnabas smiled, and I wasn’t surprised when Josh slipped out of the crowd and into our small eddy in the hall traffic.
“Hi, Madison,” Josh said as he banged knuckles with Barnabas.
“Hi, Josh.” I was nervous, and that made me all the more embarrassed, especially when Grace hummed happily. He looked good, completely recovered from his brush with death. He didn’t like Nakita, though, and the feeling was mutual, from what I could tell of her dark expression aimed at the floor.
“Madison is my responsibility,” Nakita muttered, continuing our previous conversation.
“You failed. Twice. I think you’re a spy,” she accused Barnabas, ignoring Josh. The light reaper gone rogue was affronted. “I am not!” he said loudly. “Look at my amulet. Does that look red to you anymore?”
It was true. Much to Barnabas’s chagrin, the glow in his amulet had shifted up through the spectrum and was now the bright, neutral gold of an inexperienced reaper. He was no longer tied to Ron. He was tied to me and growing…darker.
“If you aren’t a spy,” Nakita said, her finger pointing, “then why are you here, Barney?”
“Because I don’t trust you. And don’t call me that.”
She hissed something at him, and when Grace went to referee, I turned away, sighing.
“They are like little kids,” I complained, then smiled. “What lunch do you have?”
“Second,” Josh said as he dug out his schedule.
“So do I!” I said, delighted. “I’ll meet you at the front water fountain. Unless…”
He smiled, making my breath catch. “Unless nothing. I’ll be there.”
Beside us, Nakita shouted, “I will rip out your tongue and feed it to my hellhounds!”
Josh winced, and a wider space opened between us and everyone else. “Can’t you get rid of them?”
Beaming, I shook my head. “Nope. I’ve tried.”
He shifted his book to his other hand. “I think I hear Grace. Is she here? I kind of miss her.”
I leaned back against my locker and nodded to Nakita and Barnabas, who were still arguing. People were giving them odd looks, and I wondered if I’d started a new clique. A weird and noisy one. “She brought a message for the almighty ’Kita.”
He laughed. It was a nice sound, and I wondered if he would drive me home after school so I wouldn’t have to take the bus. That would really melt Amy’s retainer. Josh glanced at Barnabas and Nakita, who had finally stopped arguing so they could listen to Grace. “Are you doing anything