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Chapter 28

Anaya

I stood with my toes touching the edge of the cliff and peered over the side. The van hadn’t made it all the way down. A tangle of fir trees held most of it in place. The rest of it was littered along the mountainside. Hunks of twisted metal. Shards of glass and tattered strips of tire. A red leather handbag.

A body.

I knew she was dead. I could feel the pull. More than one, actually. The rest must still be in the battered church van. Sometimes I wondered where the feeling went. The urgency to preserve a person’s life. Save them. That impulse had been gone for so long that I didn’t even remember what it felt like. I was about to step over the side but stopped when I felt the heat melt up from the ground behind me. Screams erupted from the soil, then tapered off until they were muffled by the earth.

Easton.

I glanced at him over my shoulder and raised a brow. He looked like a six-foot block of midnight carved out of the bright blue sky behind him.

“Really?” I said. “A church van accident? How scandalous.”

Easton ignored me and brushed himself off. I stepped off the drop-off and he followed me over the edge without a word. He squinted at the sun, frowning. He looked annoyed. But then again, Easton generally looked annoyed. I started with the woman laid out a few feet from the van. Kneeling down, I brushed the matted brown hair from her face. Her silver butterfly barrette was hanging on by only a hair, so I fastened it back into her curls.

“Time to go home, sweetheart,” I whispered and reached for my scythe.

Easton brushed past me and headed for the van. “Why don’t you stop whispering sweet nothings into her ear and get the job done already?”

“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine this morning?” I said.

Easton grumbled something and disappeared into the van.

I lifted my scythe, and as natural as breathing used to be, I let it drop. It tore into her flesh and when it came back up, a pretty soul came along with it. She stumbled into me and I gripped her shoulders to steady her. She looked back at the van.

“Do you understand what happened to you?”

She wrapped her willowy arms around her waist and nodded. She bit her lip like she might cry, but no tears ever came. They never would again.

“My friends?” she whispered.

Her friends. I sighed and looked for Easton, who was still rummaging around in the van. I didn’t want to tell her. If he was here, it couldn’t be good for them.

Holding up a finger for her to wait, I made my way down to the van. Easton came billowing out of the broken window like smoke and I took a step back. He stood up straight and had a soul in each hand. The man looked dazed. The woman looked terrified, her eyes trained on Easton like he was… well, like he was exactly what he was.

“Two of them?”

Easton rolled his eyes. “They’re all yours. I’m just helping you.”

I opened my mouth and closed it again. Easton never helped me with my charges. He’d taken on all of Finn’s when they asked, but when it came to mine, he refused. None of this made sense.

“What’s going on?” I followed him up the hill where the friends stared at one another, not knowing what to say.

“Nothing.” He wouldn’t look at me. His violet eyes stayed glued to the horizon. “Just help me get them over.”

There was no telling what he was up to. I had a feeling it wasn’t good. A nervous ache started a slow burn in my chest. I didn’t need any more complications. My afterlife was beginning to be defined by them.

“You’re sure nothing’s wrong?”

Easton spun around. His eyes on fire. “Anaya! Open the fucking gateway already!”

I pressed my lips together to hold in the argument brewing. Balthazar had sent him. He had to.

Easton was notoriously unhappy, but he’d never in over four hundred years spoken to me that way. I nodded and closed my eyes. I raised my palms and felt the world ripple like water around me.

Warmth. So much warmth swirled around me like a melody you never wanted to forget. How could

Easton hate this?

When I opened my eyes, the world had dissolved and given birth to beauty. I smiled at the group of souls, whose faces were lit up with wonder. Their age, their worries, their fear melting off them like candle wax.

“What do we do now?” Easton said. “Wave a magic wand? Hold hands and sing ‘Kumbaya’?”

“You’ve really never taken a Heaven-bound charge?” I said. “How is that even possible?”

He bristled. “I have. Just not for a long time.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and ducked down in his black duster. His violet eyes scanned the blinding white terrain. He twitched and slapped at a dandelion fluff that landed on his nose.

“There.” I pointed to the two towering gold gates. They pulsed with life. With peace. A few angels milled about the entrance. Dressed in white and exuding happiness. Two of them pointed at Easton and laughed. He started forward and I grabbed his hand to stop him.

“We’re on the same team,” I whispered.

He pulled his arm away from me, never taking his eyes off the angel boy with gleaming white hair and clear blue eyes that looked like they’d been made from the sea. “Tell them that.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, go,” I said. “I’ve got it from here.”

I motioned to the angels at the gates and they smiled at the group of souls I had in tow. Easton didn’t say anything. But he didn’t leave, either. I made quick work of getting the three souls past the gates, and when they were closed, I turned the full force of my gaze on Easton. He squinted when my eyes lit him up like fire.

“Are you supposed to bring me in?” I asked.

“What?”

“Balthazar sent you for me, right?” I stepped forward, fear thrumming in my chest. “I’ve done everything he’s asked. I even got Cash to agree to turn himself over. What reason could he possibly have—”

“It’s Cash,” he said.

I stopped cold in my tracks. The heat drained from my cheeks. Throbbed in my chest and in my fingertips.

“What do you mean ‘It’s Cash’?”

Easton’s shoulders slumped. “I heard they brought a new shadow walker into Umbria this morning.”

“Did you see him?”

Easton sighed. “Anaya—”

I stepped forward and placed my hand on his chest. “Did. You. See him?”

He shook his head. “It’s him. It has to be and you know it.”

I couldn’t move. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t. Not Cash. Not my Cash. My hand fell away from

Easton’s chest and I backed away, trembling. Falling apart. I’d promised him I’d keep him safe. That

I’d make it in time…

“I…I need to go check,” I whispered. “I need to make sure. He could still be okay. It might not be him. What if you’re wrong? What if—”

Easton grabbed my arm and pulled me close enough to feel the pain and darkness that ran through his veins. He kept his eyes on an angel walking by, but his words were meant for me.

“Do you really want to waste that kind of time?”

When I didn’t answer he gave me a good shake.

“You know it’s him,” he said. “We both know. So we can waste time running all over Lone Pine looking for a guy who is not going to be there, or we can go get him. What’s left of him, anyway.”

Something inside me broke. I could feel the horror on my face when I looked at Easton.

“Joke, Anaya,” he said. “It was a joke. We’ll get him.”

He ran his palm over my hair and grinned. I slapped his hand away.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a very sick sense of humor?” I hissed.

“I’m pretty sure that you’ve told me that.” He raised a brow and grinned. “On several occasions.”

“Well, it’s still true.” I was trying to compose myself, but I wasn’t pulling it off. I was breaking on the inside, and those cracks were starting to show all over my face. They had to be. Easton nudged my shoulder.

“Come on, princess,” he said. “Let’s go get your shadow walker.”