Katlyn Duncan - Soul Taken

“That’s Allegra, but she prefers Ally,” Cooper said, suddenly standing next to me.

“What is she?”

“What do you think?” he answered reverently.

I leaned closer to the girl. “I thought the Caeleste couldn’t cross over?”

“The Prognatum are descended from the few Caeleste who mated with humans centuries ago. This practice has since been forbidden but there are a few genetic lines left. It’s another job that the Guard take very seriously. We are sworn to protect these humans from birth until their transformation at eighteen.”

I tore my gaze away from her as she added more chemicals to her beaker. “Transformation?”

“At eighteen they join the Guard as special operatives for the Caelestium.”

I flinched. “So they are born to be a part of the Guard?”

“Yes.”

Jealousy surged through me. Imbecile Collectors and unsuspecting humans can get the job but I can’t?

“Why do you need me?”

“As a Collector you can sense the True Soul. Even if we were able to find it, we couldn’t touch it. The Caeleste spread the power around so no one soul can have complete control.”

“I know all of that, but apparently someone did,” I pointed out.

A shrill bell rang and none of the teens moved.

“Aren’t they supposed to leave now?” I asked.

Cooper chuckled. “Her chemistry class is two periods long. She’ll be here for another forty-five minutes.”

“Why would someone do this? What do they want her soul for?” I asked, moving away from Ally. I could see why someone would want even a small piece of the girl, but to what end?

He stiffened. “That’s classified information,” he said. “Guards only.”

I frowned.

“Not my rules.” He held up his hands. “But just know that she is extremely important to the Caeleste.”

“How did someone take her True Soul?”

Cooper shook his head slowly, not meeting my gaze. “I have no idea. And the fact that Felix doesn’t either scares me a lot.”

For the rest of the day Cooper and I followed Ally through her school routine. I attempted to gain more information from him but was denied each time due to “protocol” and “Guard only” excuses. Fed up of butting up against an impenetrable wall, I turned my attention to Ally.

With just the smallest look Ally commanded the respect of her peers. It was as if they sensed she was unlike them. In between classes, the other kids allowed her to pass with a wide berth.

When we arrived at the cafeteria a herd of students burst from a nearby hallway and I moved desperately away, plastering my soul against the window, not daring to touch any of the hungry teens.

Cooper waved to me from across the room. I held up a finger. When there was a break in the mob, I sprinted across the room, pressing my body against the far window, nearest to Cooper.

“Sorry,” he said. “I forgot you can’t transport in this Realm.”

I looked around the room full of students. “I’m safe back here, right?”

He smiled. “Yes, you will be fine.”

The same prickling sensation I’d experienced in the cemetery settled at the base of my spine. I looked outside and saw the same young man standing in the courtyard outside of the cafeteria. He was younger than I’d thought, his dark hair lifting and falling as the breeze swept through it. He wore dark jeans, hugging his long legs, and his long-sleeved black shirt was almost like a second skin. His gaze met mine and he pressed a finger to his lips. Something deep inside pulled me towards him… I shivered.

“Cooper,” I said.

But before Cooper turned around the man had disappeared.

“Do you sense it?” Cooper asked, his eyes darting across the courtyard.

I shook my head at the sense I was missing something important. “No, I just thought I saw something.”

“There are plenty of Guard around,” he said, turning back to Ally. “Just focus on finding the True Soul.”

I took one more look into the courtyard and then turned back too. We watched her pick at the salad bar for a few minutes, separating her food into groups on her plate. The dark-haired girl from Ally’s chemistry class stood next to her, her fingers flying over the screen of her cell phone.

Ally play-slapped at her friend’s phone and nudged the girl to move up in line. The girl giggled and shook her head as if she forgot where she was. They paid for their food and made their way to the empty table in front of us.

A girl at the next table leaned closer to her friend. “God, I wish I had her legs.”

“No,” her friend said. “Definitely her hair.”

Most of the kids looked up from their conversations and lunches to get a peek at Ally. Even though she ignored them, they only had eyes for her.

I moved closer to the table, avoiding the touch of the young humans.

At another table all the kids were dressed in black with numerous piercings; their comments weren’t as complimentary, but I sensed their jealousy and envy more than hatred. One of them supplied a particularly nasty comment and I wished for the ability to become corporeal so I could defend Ally.

Ally sat down at the table. She and the dark-haired girl, who I learned was called Heather, were joined by another girl, her mocha skin flawless against the curtain of her long black hair.

“Where were you first period, Krystal?” Heather asked the newcomer.

“I overslept,” she said, shrugging off the comment. She pulled a bag of apple slices from her purse and munched on one.

“That’s all you’re having?” Ally asked, crunching into a grape tomato.

“I’m not hungry,” Krystal said.

“Since when are you not hungry?” Heather accused.

“Since when is this pick on Krystal day?” Krystal snapped back glaring at Ally.

Ally matched the glare, her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised in high arches. “PMSing, are we?”

Heather stifled a laugh.

“Whatever,” Krystal said, pulling out her phone and scrolling through it.

Ally rolled her eyes at Heather and continued to eat her salad.

“Can you believe it’s only a week until our last Spring Dance? I’m so bummed we are leaving school, like, forever,” Heather whined.

“I’m not,” Ally said flippantly. “I’m done with this place and these people.”

Heather gasped making Ally grin. “Obviously not you guys.”

“Or Seth,” Heather said in a sing-song voice. “Speak of the devil.”

I followed their gaze to a group of boys entering the cafeteria. Their voices rang over the already loud conversations of the room.

A blond boy caught my attention. His hair was shaved close to his head and his green eyes lit up as if his entire world existed for the girl at this table. The flurry of conversations that had focused on Ally earlier turned to this boy.

He sauntered over to the table, while his friends headed for the food, and placed a tender kiss on Ally’s lips. “Hey babe. Sorry I couldn’t bring you to school this morning. Dad sent me out on a delivery.”

“It’s fine,” she said, feeding him a cucumber from her plate.

Krystal crumpled up her now empty plastic bag and pushed out her chair, scraping it against the linoleum.

“Where are you going?” Ally said.

Heather and Seth looked at Krystal.

“I forgot my Algebra book,” she snapped. “Why do you care?”

“I have mine,” Seth said, lifting his backpack. “We can share.”

“My homework is in the book,” she said, standing up and stomping toward the door.

“Drama,” Ally whispered to Heather.

Seth’s friends squeezed in at the table and I jumped out of the way before any of them touched me.

Moving back to the window next to Cooper I said, “So you just sit here all day and watch her?”