My shoulders went up and down in a shrug. “You guys are all gorgeous. I could pick one of you out in a crowd just by that.” His face showed surprise—as if he’d never noticed how perfect they all were. When he looked away, I added, “You know her?”
“I’ve heard her sing before, yes,” he said softly. “So when she used her amulet to make her scythe, I could put a name to a face. She’s been a dark reaper for a long time to have a stone so deep a shade of violet. They slowly shift color with experience, light reapers going down through the spectrum from green, to yellow, to orange, and finally a red so deep it’s almost black. Dark reapers go the other way, up through the blues and purples to violet. The color of your stone is reflected in your aura when you use your amulet. But you can’t see auras yet, can you?”
That had been positively catty, and if I hadn’t been thinking about my own stone, black as space, I would have told him to shut up.
“So she’s been at this longer than you,” I said, and he turned to me in wonder.
“How do you figure that?” he asked, sounding insulted.
I glanced at his amulet, a flat black now that he wasn’t using it. “It’s like a rainbow. She’s violet, and you’re orange, a step away from red, way on the other side of the rainbow. You’re not red yet. You get red, and you’ll be as experienced as her.”
He looked me up and down, his stance going stiff. “My amulet is not orange. It’s red!”
“No it isn’t.”
“It is so! It has been since the pyramids.”
I waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever…I still don’t get how hearing her sing comes into it.”
With a huff, he turned to the parking lot and away from me. “Amulets make it possible to communicate beyond earth’s sphere, and I’ve heard her. The color of the stone and the sound of her singing match.
Sort of like hearing an aura instead of seeing it. From there, it’s not hard to guess who’s singing because there are so few of us within the earth’s sphere to begin with. And although I can hear dark reapers, I can’t make out what they are saying. Nakita would have to shift the color of her thoughts to match my aura for that, and we are so far apart in the spectrum that it would be almost impossible. Besides, why would I wanther thoughts in mine?”
My eyebrows rose. That bit of information might have been helpful as I spent the lastfour freaking months trying to learn how to use my amulet. “Huh. I thought you just…popped up to heaven or something when you wanted to talk.”
His head drooped. “It’s been aeons since I took up an amulet and became earthbound.”
He’s earthbound?“Whoa,” I said, gravel grinding under my shoes as I shifted to face him. “Reapers are earthbound?”
“No, only light reapers are earthbound,” he said, flushing in what looked like embarrassment. “Nakita is free to come and go. She touches the earth only long enough to kill; then she leaves.”
That had sounded rather bitter. “I thought all angels lived in heaven.”
“No,” he said shortly. “Not all of us.”
Making a face, he ran a hand over his frizzy hair, turning it even more untidy, in a charmingly attractive way. “Few angels transgress, but those who have often take a reaper path to make amends. And when they absolve themselves, they return to their other duties.”
Amends? Absolution?Barnabas was a reaper because he’d gotten in trouble? And here I was, getting him in more of it. I suppose saving lives would look good on any angel’s résumé. “What did you do?” I asked.
Barnabas crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “I’m a light reaper out of a sense of moral responsibility, not because I displeased the seraphs. I don’t care what they think.”
I’d heard Barnabas swear by—or at—seraphs before as we sat on my roof and pitched stones at the bats. I knew all too well he didn’t think much of the high muckety-mucks in the angel realm, but I couldn’t help but wonder what the seraphs did. I suppose it took a lot to run a universe.
Still not looking at me, Barnabas pushed off the wall and moved to stand at the edge of the light. He wasn’t telling me something, a feeling that grew when he put his hands on his hips and stared out at the hot parking lot. “She’s right, though. Something smells worse than a black wing in the sun,” he said, almost to himself. “Nakita said you have Kairos’s stone. That’s not possible. He’s…” Barnabas turned, chilling me with his expression. “Madison, I’ve been thinking. When Ron comes, I’m going to ask him to give your instruction to someone else.”
My lips parted, and I felt like I’d been socked in the gut. Suddenly it made a lot more sense.He’s giving up on me. God, I must be more stupid than I thought. Hurt and not knowing what else to do, I slid off the wall, scraping the back of my legs when I didn’t push out far enough. Tears pricked at my eyes, and, grabbing my bike, I started for the distant entryway. I was going home. Ron could find me there.