A noise of frustration escaped me as he cranked his music and backed his truck up. His neck was red as he put it in gear, and after hesitating at the top of the entrance, he gunned the engine, tires spinning as he jerked his truck onto the road before traffic could trap him here with me.
“Idiot!” I exclaimed, then stiffened when, like lions scenting blood, all the black wings in sight lifted and turned. “Oh-h-h-h-h, crap,” I whispered, spotting Josh sitting at a light half a block away. “Josh!” I shouted, but he couldn’t hear me over his music.
The light changed, and he accelerated, clearly angry, by the way he was driving. My hand went to my mouth when a familiar black convertible appeared out of nowhere. It was Kairos. It had to be. And he was heading right for Josh.
A loud bang shook me, and a ball of electrical light flashed at the top of a pole. In a slow, majestic swoop, the traffic light swung to the pavement, the wire severed at the pole. Josh was right at the bottom of the arc.
“Josh!” I cried out, but he couldn’t have heard me. He saw the light, though, and he slammed on the brakes, tires squealing as he swerved. Jumping the curb, he slid sideways into an ice-cream store’s parking lot. Dust whirled up as he rocked to a halt. Behind him, the black convertible hit the falling traffic light in a spectacular bang of electricity, plastic, and metal. It was right where Josh would have been.
I dumped the bike and started running. A tall figure in black got out of the convertible, dressed formally, with luscious wavy black hair shining in the sun. I remembered his dusky skin, the scent of dead salt water on him. And his blue-gray eyes, looking distant and yet like they could see right through me. It was Kairos. My pace faltered at the stopped traffic. People were getting out of their cars.
The thump of Josh’s truck door spiked adrenaline in me. “Hey, man! Are you okay?” he shouted as he jogged to Kairos.
“Josh,” I whispered, too afraid to say it louder for fear Kairos would see me. Had Kairos made the traffic light fall to kill Josh, or had the light falling been a happy accident that saved him?
I ducked as a black wing swooped overhead, and my breath hissed in. Josh skidded to a halt in the middle of the road in front of Kairos. His face was pale, and he looked up as if he finally saw the dripping sheets of circling black for the first time. People were in my way, and I couldn’t get to him. “Don’t let him touch you!” I shouted, but it was too late.
My feet turned to clay as Kairos reached a thin hand out and gripped Josh’s upper arm. The elegant man pulled him close, and it was as if I was watching my own death, reliving it. There was no scythe, but it wouldn’t be hard to hide it, they were so close.
And then Josh jerked out of his reach. Stumbling, he warded Kairos off, continuing to put space between them as he backed away. He ducked as a black shape no one but the three of us could see dove at him.
Darting around the black convertible, I reached out and grabbed Josh’s arm.
“Hey!” he shouted, pulling out of my grip; then he recognized me. His glasses were askew, and his blue eyes had fear in them, fear that he finally believed me and fear that death was standing in the intersection—looking at us.
Terror seized my muscles. People were between us and Kairos, asking him if he was okay. Someone jostled me, and, startled, I tugged Josh backward, my eyes never leaving Kairos.He had wanted me dead even before I stole his amulet. Why? “Come on,” I said, pulling Josh into the press of people. “Get in your truck!”
I jumped when my guardian angel’s laughter tinkled nearby. “There once was a boy full of class,” the light sang, “who always skipped his Sunday mass. He almost hit death, but missed Kairos Seth. He’ll never know who saved his ass.”
“Get in the truck!” I shouted, tugging at Josh, who was still staring at Kairos. I didn’t think the black wings could see us now because my guardian angel was back. She was probably the one who had made the light fall, causing Josh to swerve out of the way and Kairos to crash, thereby attracting enough attention so that the dark timekeeper couldn’t easily kill him.
“It’s him,” Josh said, pale as he fixed his glasses back on his nose. “He asked about you,” he added, and I pushed him through the rubbernecking crowd to his truck, his music still blaring and adding to the confusion.
“Wow, big surprise,” I muttered. I could hear a siren, and I sent a grateful look in the direction of my guardian angel. She’d stopped Kairos in such a way that Josh had been a bystander. Not a scratch on his car nor a reason for us to stick around. Kairos, though, would have a hard time leaving, buying us more time to get away. She was good. No, she was great!
The hot sun was bouncing up from the ice-cream store’s parking lot when I yanked Josh’s truck door open. “Don’t Fear the Reaper” was blasting out, and I slid across the seat and pulled Josh in after me.