Inbetween (Kissed by Death, #1) (4 page)

Chapter 3

Finn

Maeve was getting better at this. It made my insides crawl thinking she’d been this close while I was away. She’d been in Emma’s bathroom, for God’s sake. Ten feet from her bedroom. If she’d chosen to do something more than scare her, I wouldn’t have been there to stop it.

I rubbed the back of my neck and stared at Emma across the sunny little kitchen. I had to figure something out. There had to be a better way than gambling with her life every time I got called out.

Rachel, Emma’s mother, buzzed around the kitchen like a bumblebee in yellow and black workout clothes while Emma wiped flour from the counter and placed the milk back into the fridge. They were in the same room, but it felt like they were on opposite sides of the world. I wondered if it had been like this before her father died.

A timer dinged. Emma slipped on her oven mitts and pulled out a tray of pumpkin scones. Her mother plopped down onto a stool and started picking at one of the hot pastries. “I’m always starving after those Spin classes.”

Emma slapped her hand away and started piling the scones into a brown paper sack. “These are for Cash.”

“There’s a whole tray!”

Emma sighed and tossed her one out of the bag. “You do know how to cook, you know. You certainly didn’t live off cereal alone before I learned my way around a kitchen.”

“Yes,” her mother said. “But the stuff you bake always tastes better and I’m running late.”

“For what?”

“I’m meeting Parker,” her mother said, smiling. “He’s driving me up to some little place near Owens Lake for brunch. They’re supposed to have amazing frittatas.”

Emma stared at the counter. “Don’t you have to work?”

“I have an open house at three, but he promised to have me back in time.”

Emma looked out the window. She was remembering again, which meant her pills weren’t working. I wondered how long it would be before they started jamming a new prescription down her throat to make her forget. Maeve’s stunt in the bathroom wasn’t helping matters either. If I’d gotten there in time, I could have done something. At the very least cleaned it off the mirror before she could see it. I hated seeing her afraid. She deserved so much more than this.

I stood beside her and imagined what it might be like to talk to her. For her to know that I was standing there praying to the heavens for the ability to taste just one of those damned scones.

Standing close enough to feel her breath, I reached up and watched my fingers create silver sparks against her hair. Emma closed her eyes and the tension melted from her shoulders, like maybe she could feel what I was doing. I didn’t think it was possible, but I did it anyway, hoping somehow, some way, I could make her feel safe. It would have to be enough.

She tucked a strand of her hair behind one ear and turned away. “I have to go to school,” she said, grabbing her bag. “Are you going to be home for dinner?”

“No,” Rachel set down her scone and wiped her hands on a napkin. “Parker’s picking me up after the open house for some work banquet he wants to drag me to. I could have him come here if you want to meet him. He’s been asking to meet you.” She sounded hopeful.

“No. That’s okay.” Emma clenched her jaw and looked away.

Rachel picked up the little orange pill bottle that always sat in the same place on the counter. “You forgot your pill.”

Emma flinched. “I already took one.”

Her mother’s blond brows pulled together. “Please, honey. Don’t make me count them. You know…you know I’m just trying to help you.”

Emma snatched the bottle from her mother’s open palm, fingers trembling, and popped open the bottle. When she swallowed one, I wanted to pull the pill out of her throat. To tell her she wasn’t crazy. To tell her the truth. But that wasn’t an option. I was breaking enough rules just being here.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” Rachel pleaded.

Emma’s brows scrunched together and she chewed on her bottom lip. She looked so much like Allison when she was mad it made me ache.

“You know what happened last time you got off your meds. Please don’t put either of us through that again.”

Emma sighed. “I took it, didn’t I?”

Rachel nodded and stared down into her coffee cup. “Right. Sorry.”

Emma gathered up the bag of scones in her arms. “Have fun on your date.”

She darted out the door before her mom had time to say anything else, and headed across the green stretch of lawn between her house and Cash’s studio, a little steel building next to his much-larger house. A steady stream of some kind of rock music that made my eyes twitch and my head hurt vibrated the metal walls. The door was propped open, and paint fumes drifted out into the open air. She shook her head and set the small paper sack of the pumpkin scones inside, then left without a word. He didn’t notice her. He usually didn’t when he was practically making love to one of canvases with a paintbrush.

“This…” Easton appeared beside me cocooned in a cloud of smoke. “This might be the most boring thing I’ve ever experienced.”

I sighed.

“You seriously do this every day?” he asked. “Follow her around like this?”

“Yes.” I climbed into Emma’s worn-out Jeep Wrangler and settled into the tiny bench seat behind her.

He sank down beside me and grinned. “At least tell me you get to watch her shower?”

“I thought I asked you to stop following me around.” Emma twisted the radio louder so I raised my voice. “Surely someone out there is in need of a lift to Hell.”

“Nope.” Easton propped his feet up on the empty passenger seat in front of him. “I’m on a break.”

“Lucky me.” I rolled my eyes. “How long are you going to do this?”

He shrugged and studied the gray felt ceiling. “I’ve been at it for two years, so yeah. As long as it takes for you to see reason.”

“Great.” I stared out the window at the cars passing by, the pine trees behind them melting into a bright green blur. A big truck with a Summerfield Peach Farm logo idled to a rumbling stop beside us at a traffic light, then surged forward again, taking part of me with it. I could almost feel the shuddering of the tractor beneath my thighs. Smell the bittersweet fragrance that a batch of ripe peaches lent to the breeze. When I closed my eyes, I could even see Pop. A crisp flannel shirt on Sunday morning. The white, crinkled laugh lines at the edges of his eyes. Proof that he did indeed smile. He always hated that the sun gave him away like that, like it made him look too soft.

“Hellooooo. Earth to Finn!” Easton snapped his fingers in front of my face.

I blinked away the memory then stuffed it back in its box, wondering how in the hell it had gotten out in the first place.

Easton nodded to the empty front seat, then to Emma trudging across the parking lot littered with kids. A light spattering of rain was dusting the windows, making it hard to see her as she disappeared like a needle in a haystack of high school students. “I don’t want to worry you, but…” He hesitated. “I saw a redhead in the crowd with the kids. I know it’s been a long time since I’ve seen Maeve—”

I hopped up and slid through the closed door, Easton right behind me. Cold metal sizzled through me, leaving a metallic-tasting tang on my tongue. As soon as the air hit me I felt it. Felt
her
.

No way in hell was I letting Maeve get past me again. Not after how close she’d gotten this morning.

“It might not have been her, Finn,” Easton continued. “It was probably just a kid with red hair. What do I know?”

My skin prickled. My insides burned. “It’s her.”

A clap of thunder pulsed through the sky. Before the mirror incident this morning, it had been a couple of weeks since Maeve last came sniffing around Emma, but I never let my guard down. This was no exception. I pressed into the crush of students just as my scythe began to burn cold at my hip. The pull blasted through me like ice. I doubled over and clutched my side.

“Stop fighting it,” Easton called out behind me. “I can watch her if you want.”

“I can’t,” I gritted out, feeling bits and pieces of myself slip away like dust siphoned away by a gust of wind. I vaguely heard the school bell ring. Good. Even though it meant the shadows would get to the other soul before I would, I couldn’t leave Emma now. I had to see her go inside before I took this reap.

I spotted Emma on the steps. Just a few more feet and she’d be through that door and safe. Well, safer than she’d be out here in the open. Maeve wouldn’t risk messing with her in a room full of people.

But she wasn’t taking those vital steps. The crowded courtyard had already mostly cleared. Emma stalled, one hand on the door, lost in conversation with another girl.

A giggle like glass echoed down from the rooftop.

Easton cursed.

High above where Emma stood, Maeve tiptoed along the gutter, balancing like a tightrope walker in a circus. She winked at me, then hopped on top of the giant metal bobcat sign that hung above the school entrance. I’m sure when they placed it there, they were thinking of team spirit and student morale. All I saw was a weapon with Maeve’s finger on the trigger.

“Hey Finn!” Maeve hollered. Her bright red hair ruffled in the breeze, the sun glinting from the strands that had been blanched to a dull silver color. Her green cotton dress clung to her pale knees. Even from here, I could see the dark, hollow look settling into her eyes. The ashy color of her skin. The beginning of her transition into a shadow. “You think she’ll go splat? I want to find out.”

Maeve reached down and pulled at one of the cables.
Pop
. The big bobcat groaned as it tilted off-balance. Like a ballet dancer, she leaped and twirled, then reached down again.
Pop.
Souls only got stronger with age. And it seemed Maeve was intent on showing me just how strong she’d gotten.

“I’ve got to get Emma out of there.”

Easton stilled. The grip that I hadn’t even realized he had on my arm tightened. “And how exactly are you going to do that?”

The brunette girl talking to Emma waved and slipped through the glass doors. The last of the students vanished into the hallway.

A loud
snap
cracked through the air and my heart lurched. The big metal mascot banner tumbled loose from the brick wall and I ripped my arm from Easton’s grasp.

Maeve wasn’t just going to hurt Emma, she was going to
kill
her.

All I could see, think, or feel was Emma. Sprinting up the steps, I sucked in a deep breath and filled my hollow lungs with air, forced the walls in my chest to hold it there. I willed my skin into existence without thought, only need. Emma looked up, horror registering on her face. I squeezed my eyes shut and barreled into her, knocking her over the railing, where we toppled onto a blanket of grass.

With a deafening crash, the sign behind us skidded across the concrete steps, splintering into sparks and blades. I lay there for a few seconds, stunned by the feel of Emma’s solid warmth beneath me, the hectic swell of her lungs pumping against my chest. I was…touching her. Her sapphire-blue eyes stared back into mine. Our noses nearly touched. Her peppermint breath clung to my lips.

“You can see me,” I said, breathless.

“Of course I can see you.” Emma glanced over my shoulder, but she didn’t make a move. “Your face is practically touching my face. It would be kind of hard
not
to see you.”

I could barely answer. The impossibility of what was happening drowned me. Did she remember me?
God, please let her remember me.
I dug my fingers into the grass on either side of her face. “The sign…it fell.”

“Yeah.” Emma gulped and wriggled beneath me. “I can see that.”

She didn’t remember. I rolled off her, trying not to feel disappointed, just as Easton plowed through the bushes beside us like smoke. “Finn. I’m sorry man—” He looked back and forth between Emma and me and took a step back. “What did you do?”

I scrambled farther away from Emma and her warmth, shaking. “I…I…I didn’t mean to.”

“Do you think Balthazar is going to buy that?” Easton snapped. “Because I sure as hell don’t. Do you have any idea what this means for you?”

I staggered to my feet, refusing to break eye contact with Emma. Of course I knew. I just didn’t care.

The school doors flung open. Students and faculty spilled out into the courtyard, their shouts echoing off the concrete building. Emma held my gaze for one last heart-stopping moment, then turned her attention to a teacher calling her name. Before she could look back, I let the air take hold of my skin until I faded into nothing.

“Emma!” A teacher with short gray curls stepped over a twisted hunk of metal that used to be the bobcat’s snout. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She rubbed her knee and pushed herself up. “I wouldn’t be if it—”

She looked back to where I’d been standing and her brows pulled together.

“You wouldn’t be if what?” The teacher pushed up her glasses and looked right through where I was standing, invisible.

“Nothing.” Emma touched her head, her face suddenly far too pale. “I think I hit my head or something.”

The crowd swallowed her, taking her away from me. In the distance a fire engine’s siren started to wail. Easton scowled and opened his mouth to rip me apart, but the words stayed stuck there. He grabbed his scythe. “He knows,” he finally choked out.

I could already feel Balthazar’s pull like fire eating its way through me cell by cell, overriding the call of the dead I’d ignored to save Emma.

Two strikes against me in a matter of a minute. I was so screwed.

Easton gave in to the call, and without a word disappeared.

I held on a little longer and drifted toward the crowd. A fireman carrying a medic bag led Emma to a bench in the courtyard and checked her vital signs, while she warily looked into the crowd. She plucked a few blades of grass out of her hair and brushed her blue sweater off, her hands shaking.

I’d touched her.

She’d seen me. Talked to me.

But she hadn’t remembered. I should have been thankful for that. If she ever remembered who I really was, what I’d done to her, to us… She’d hate me.