Rachel Vincent - With All My Soul

I decided no sign was a good sign.

“Find what you’re looking for, little bean sidhe? ” Avari’s voice crawled over me like an army of spiders marching beneath my skin, and as I turned to find him watching us from the nearest corner, a series of soft shuffles, scratches—like claws on concrete—and the whisper of fabrics I couldn’t identify told me that everyone else in the room was now watching us, too.

I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t without losing my composure—just knowing they were there was bad enough. I’d been in a larger Netherworld crowd, once, but I’d hidden my fear and mortality behind a mask. This time I was exposed, no longer mortal, but as vulnerable as ever.

I might have been full of rage earlier, but standing there, surrounded by at least two dozen Nether-creatures, any one of whom would gladly snap off my head and suck out my insides, it was hard to focus on anything more than my own paralyzing fear.

I swallowed, then let go of Tod’s hand. That gesture of independence wouldn’t hide my fear, but hopefully it would expose my spine. “Where’s my dad?”

Avari stalked closer, and it was obvious from his smooth, menacing gait that he was pleased to have me back on his turf, where my options were limited—in the Netherworld, I couldn’t become invisible, inaudible, or incorporeal. The hellion looked just like he had the first time I’d seen him. Tall, with dark hair and a dark suit that would have looked normal in any accountant’s office in the human world but looked absurdly out of place in the seething pit of bizarrely shaped evil that was the Netherworld.

His featureless black orb eyes seemed to be watching me as he stalked closer, but I couldn’t be sure with no irises or pupils to indicate the direction of his focus. “I’ve put your father away for safekeeping.”

“I want him back.”

“Of course you do.” He stopped and clasped his hands behind his back. “And you know the price. Have you come to discuss the terms of your surrender?”

“Yes.”

Avari actually chuckled. “Hellions cannot lie, but we are all fully aware that little dead bean sidhes can. So I assume you understand my disinclination to take you at your word.”

“Whatever.” On the edge of my vision, something slithered closer, and chills crawled over my skin. “Here are my terms.” I would ask for the world. It didn’t matter whether or not he agreed—what mattered was that I kept him talking. “First, send my father home. Second, swear you’ll never attempt to contact any of my friends and family ever again, through any means. Third, swear that you’ll stay away from my school and all of its students, past, present, and future. And the staff. When you’ve done all of that to my satisfaction, I’ll hand over my immortal soul. That’s what you want, right?”

He needed me to give him my soul of my own free will. With it in his possession, I could not escape. Ever.

“Surrender your soul, and you have my word that your father will be returned to the human world.”

“You first.” A tentacle slithered past his foot, headed in my direction from the crowd at his back, and I had to concentrate to still my pounding heart before he heard that evidence of my terror. “And that’s only my first demand.” Stand strong, Kaylee. I couldn’t afford to let him see anything but confidence. And anger. “You’re not getting what you want until I have everything I want. Starting with my father’s return.”

“Immediately,” Tod said from my side. “Unharmed.”

Avari lifted one dark brow. “Even I cannot undo what has been done to the living. But if you’d like me to kill him, I can then return his undead form to its previous glory. Of course, he would have to remain here....”

“No. Send him back as unharmed as possible, physically, psychologically, mentally, and in any other states of health I may be forgetting.” That tentacle still moved in my peripheral vision, but I resisted the urge to actually look at it. “And I want your word that you won’t try to hurt him again. Ever.”

Odd breathy titters and deep beastly grunts echoed from the crowd at the hellion’s back, and another chill ran through me when I realized I was hearing monstrous sounds of amusement.

“You aren’t in the position to make so many demands, Ms. Cavanaugh.”

“The hell I’m not. I am in possession of my own soul, and we both know you’ll do anything to get it. So give me your word, or I’m out of here.”

“Little bean sidhe, your lies are transparent.” Avari was on the move again, pacing in front of his assembled audience, stepping over tails and through trails of sludge I hoped never to identify, and I could no longer ignore the dozens of eyes, ears, and assorted snouts and muzzles aimed my way. “You would never abandon your father to torture and eventual death. To be followed by yet more torture. I don’t understand that about you, but I don’t doubt it in the slightest.”

“I never said I’d abandon him. But if I surrender without your word, you’ll torture him anyway, which means I’m better off retreating and regrouping.”

Avari scowled. I could practically see him searching for a loophole in what I’d told him to swear. He wanted my soul, most of all, but if he could find a way to keep my father, he would. And if he got Tod in the bargain, too, well...he was a hellion of greed.

But I’d left no wiggle room.

“It’s your turn to talk,” Tod said when several seconds had elapsed in pensive, angry silence from the hellion. “Negotiation is like playing tennis with words instead of balls. I thought you’d be better at this, considering your apparent lack of balls.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or tell Tod to quit poking the lion with a stick.

Avari’s blank gaze narrowed on him, and the hellion gestured to a nearby cluster of those weird candles. “Human fat puts off a nice glow, don’t you think?”

I stared at the fiery, viscous substance, fresh horror crawling beneath my skin.

Human fat. Taken from human beings. Dead humans, hopefully, but thanks to Avari’s fondness for torture, I couldn’t be sure of that.

“Take a nice, long look at your future, reaper. You’ll soon be burning as fuel for hundreds of tiny fires.”

Tod laughed out loud. “If that’s your way of saying I’m hot, rest assured, I already know.” He spread his arms, inviting Avari and his monstrous court to look him over. “But I’m going to have to keep lighting up the room with my dazzling personality, because you couldn’t scrape enough fat off me to fill even one of your sick-ass human candles. And, based on the crowd behind you, I’m guessing most of your friends look better in the dark anyway.”

The hellion’s eyes narrowed. His rage-filled voice slid over me like a blade under light pressure, constantly threatening to draw blood. “Someday soon, reaper, your mouth will be the source of your own destruction.”

“That does seem likely, doesn’t it?” Tod glanced at me and shrugged. “Until then, it remains a source of my own amusement.”

“So are you ready to send my father back, or should I pack up my soul and go home?”

Avari’s gaze fell on me with malevolent focus, and I remembered every time he’d come after me. Every life he’d destroyed to get to me. He wouldn’t stop until he had what he wanted, and when I slipped through his grip again this time, he would only get hungrier. Angrier. More desperate, but no less focused.

His rage made him more dangerous. Mine tended to make me stupid. Ira was right about that.

“Fine. Once we’ve come to an agreement, your father will suffer no further and I will return him to the human world immediately—after I take possession of your soul.”