he said. “There has to be something we can do between now and six thirty.”
“You mean like come up with a plan to get rid of Kairos?” I asked as I rinsed the plates off. “Sure, like I can take on the king of the dark reapers,” I said, but then I thought about it. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” I admitted, drying my fingers off. “If I swiped his new amulet, he couldn’t tap into the time stream until he made a new one. He’d have to leave. He wouldn’t have a scythe then, either.”
Josh’s expression was puzzled when I turned around. “Can’t he just borrow one of his reapers’
amulets?”
I smiled, realizing I’d said “time stream,” and Josh was still sitting there listening to me. “No. Kairos can touch a reaper’s amulet,” I said, remembering Ron holding Barnabas’s, “but not use it. Neither can Ron.”
I went silent, holding my amulet as I remembered Nakita’s stone glowing the same shade as the jewel on her sword. “My getting close to him probably isn’t a good idea. He’ll just drag me off. And if you try to take it, he’ll just scythe you. There’s got to be a way to make this work.”
My foot started to jiggle, but Josh calmly pushed his glasses up and ate a chip. I could tell he felt guilty about being afraid, but we were talking about walking death, and in no way was it even his problem. It was mine.
“You can’t use a reaper’s amulet, but you can use Kairos’s?” he said despite his full mouth. “What makes his so special?”
“Uh, because Kairos’s amulet isn’t really a reaper’s stone,” I said hesitantly. “It’s a timekeeper’s,” I added, emboldened by his acceptance of the “time stream” comment. “And timekeepers are human. I guess they dilute the divine or something for them.”
“Timekeeper,” Josh said softly, and, apparently satisfied, he went back to the chips. “You were lucky you didn’t take a reaper’s amulet by mistake.”
“Yeah, lucky,” I said, feeling uneasy. That Kairos had come back for my soul was creepy enough, but why had he targeted me? How would my being dead move him to a “higher court,” as he had said the night he’d killed me? Was I fated to do something so horribly wrong that it endangered angels?
“Maybe just being human isn’t enough to use this thing, and that’s why I can’t do anything with it,” I said morosely as I swung my amulet, and Josh perked up.
“Well, what should you be able to do with it?”
Blowing my purple bangs from my eyes, I thought about it. If it was a timekeeper’s amulet, I might be able to do what Ron could—in theory. “Besides thought-touch with a reaper? Um, I guess I should be able to stop small chunks of time,” I said, remembering the shifting shadows when Ron showed up or left.
“Or go misty—kind of ghostlike. I’ve seen him do that. Change memories. Ron changed my amulet’s resonance twice, now. Barnabas can shrink an amulet’s influence down so it doesn’t interfere with black wings smelling out a victim and Barnabas can use amulets to find the target, so I’m assuming a timekeeper can do the same. And he said something once about laying down a fake trail for the black wings to trick the dark reapers who follow them for the same reason.”
My gaze dropped to the table. “Barnabas says I might not be able to touch thoughts with him because my amulet used to belong to a dark timekeeper and he’s a light reaper. Polar opposites. The only thing I’ve tried to do is thought-touching.”
Josh leaned back with his arms over his chest. “Well, there you go. You should try something else.
Something that doesn’t have anything to do with reapers. If you could go misty, you could walk up to him and justpftt . His new amulet would be yours.”
I stared at him, considering it. Stealing Kairos’s new amulet might very well be that easy. Smiling at Josh, I felt like I had hope again—a reason to try. “Will you help me?”
From the light fixture, Grace murmured, “I don’t like this,” which perversely made me feel even more hopeful.
“Absolutely!” Josh’s enthusiasm made me think he wasn’t eager to sleep in his closet tonight, hiding from the dark reaper. Who could blame him, though?
Smiling, I stood, chair scraping. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
“Why?”
I cocked my head toward the other end of the house. “I’m not going to practice when my dad is around.” I knew my dad wouldn’t let me entertain in my room, but there had to be somewhere public we could go where no one would look twice at us. Maybe the library. I’d snuck in there a couple of times at night after I caught the librarian hiding the key behind a brick. I was starting to like this small town.
“But…” he said slowly, worry pinching his eyes.
“You’ll be fine,” I moaned, dragging him up out of his chair. “The guardian angel goes where I do.
You’re covered. We’ve only got till six thirty. Do you want to trust that Barnabas will show between now and then?”