“He said it wasn’t my fault,” Josh said, his voice low. “But I should’ve taken you home. And then the dream switches. Like nothing happened. I’m home cleaning the mud off my good shoes before my dad yells at me.” I looked at him, and he shook his head while he watched the road. “And that’s the weird thing, because I remember cleaning my shoes.” He looked at his hands, then the road. “It was like it never happened and you were okay. I hate dreams like that.”
I wondered how he could dismiss it as a dream, but I could see him trying to figure out where he had gotten mud on his shoes if he hadn’t slid down a ravine after me.
“I ruined my dress,” I said. “I’m still trying to pay for it.”
Josh gave me a sideways look and shifted his grip on the wheel. “It was adream . I mean, you’re here.
Alive.”
I put my elbow on the open window and reached to touch the top. “Well, I’m here.”
A scoffing noise came from him. “You’re alive.”
I fingered my amulet. “Not really.” He stopped behind a gray Corvette, turning to me with a smile quirking his lips, and I said again, “Really, I’m not.”
From Josh’s Harley bell a tinkling voice said, “There once was a girl who wore Keds, who told everyone she was dead. Till they said she was hazy and labeled her crazy, and put her on all sorts of meds.”
My bobbing foot—which was not wearing Keds—hit the bell, and the noise jerked Josh out of his reverie. “You know what?” he said as the Corvette and then his truck started moving again. “Forget I said anything. Man, everyone at school told me you were weird. I said you only needed someone to talk to, but damn, girl. You’re whacked if you believe that, and if you don’t, then you’re really sad to be looking for attention by telling me you’re dead.”
I could understand why he didn’t want to believe, but it still irritated me. “Well, let me fill in the gaps of yourdream , okay?” I said tartly, giving up on keeping my angel in the dark. If Ron hadn’t wanted her to know I had Kairos’s amulet, he shouldn’t have left her with me. “Kairos is dark, with a sexy accent that could make the lead singer of a girl band pee her pants. He kissed me. You remember that. I saw you.”
“You kissed Kairos?” the guardian angel said, her already high voice going thin and wondrous. “I don’t even want to know what you did to get his amulet. Oh. My. God!”
That was insulting, and Josh saw me glare at the bell before he turned back to the road.
“Kairos held the door open for me when I got into his convertible,” I continued. “You and Barnabas followed us out. Remember Barnabas? Tall guy with an annoyed expression? Anyway, the top was down.”The better to kill you with, my dear.
The guardian angel laughed merrily. “Barnabas messed up your scythe prevention? Is that why he hasn’t been working lately? Holy sweet seraph nubs. This gets better by the second!”
Josh was listening now too, and, encouraged, I continued, “The car goes off on the right side of the road,” I said, going somber as I remembered it. “It flips twice. The windshield shatters on the first hit.
I’ve got my seat belt on, so I don’t get thrown out. It saved my life.” I looked down at the belt around me now.Old habits… “When it’s done rolling, Kairos is standing next to my door like nothing happened,” I whispered, “and his nasty blade goes right through the car and me both. It leaves no blood.
Not a mark.”
The angel was on my knee, and a feeling of sympathy and warmth stole into me like a sunbeam. I gave her a smile, then looked up, tossing my hair from my eyes. “You left your car running. And you called my name twice as you ran down the hill.” I felt sick remembering the fear in his voice. “I’m sorry, Josh. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Stop,” he said. His hands gripped the wheel tight and he was breathing fast.
“He doesn’t believe you,” the angel said tartly.
“Would you have rather I let you keep believing it was a dream?” I protested.
Josh turned into the bike shop’s lot, easing to a stop and putting his truck into park. “You are not dead.”
I shrugged as I undid my seat belt. “They seemed to think so at the morgue.”
Josh reached across the truck and jabbed a finger at me.
“Ow!” I yelped, drawing back and covering my upper arm as the angel giggled.
He smirked. “You’re not dead. It’s not funny anymore. Knock it off.”
My pulse jumped into play, and I tried to stifle it. “It’s the amulet. It gives me the illusion of a body.”And my memory of being alive supplies the rest, I thought glumly.
“What amulet?” he asked, and I fished it out, holding it for his inspection. Josh’s eyes widened, and I pulled it out of his reach, not wanting him to touch it.