Barnabas, though, was less than impressed. “What does that have to do with black wings?” he asked.
“Nakita was going to reap Josh, even though she had me. I couldn’t get her scythe away from her unless I went invisible. I had to find some way to protect myself, and neither of you were around,” I said, pleading for understanding. “I didn’t know the black wings would stick to her instead. She’s a reaper!
Black wings aren’t supposed to hurt reapers!”
Ron’s head was going back and forth in denial. “That’s not how to go invisible. Madison, you weren’t bending light around you; you were breaking your connection to your amulet, as if you weren’t really wearing it. Dead with no connection to life. A walking soul without a body. No wonder you brought in black wings. They were…on you?”
Grace had said it was dangerous. I should’ve listened to her. “Nakita was going to kill Josh and take me to Kairos. I thought if I swiped her sword, she at least couldn’t kill Josh. But when I went invisible to take her amulet, two black wings fell on me.” Fear made me shiver. “It hurt. I think I lost something of myself.” I paused as the memory of them eating my past rose anew. I unclenched my hands as I thought about Nakita and what it must be like to have two of those things inside her. “It really hurt, Ron. I went invisible again to try to get her sword away, and they sort of stuck to her when she fell through me.” I looked up, my vision swimming. “I only wanted her to go away,” I finished miserably. Damn it, I wasn’t going to cry.
Barnabas had pulled back like I was a snake. “What about Nakita’s amulet?” he asked. “How come her amulet didn’t keep you grounded?”
“Because I cut those ties too,” I said. “I claimed her sword, not her amulet, and it gave me enough control to break the ties without frying me.”
Barnabas stood, his face pale. “Ron,” he said, looking at me. “She broke the hold Nakita’s amulet had on her while the reaper was still wearing it! How much proof do you need? I believe in choice, as do you, but this is wrong! Look at what’s happened. Madison is—”
“Fine.” Ron took up my hands and jerked my attention from Barnabas. His round face was smiling confidently, but his eyes were deathly worried. “She’s fine.”
“Nakita said you drew a first-sphere to watch her,” Barnabas interrupted, anger coloring his face. “It’s clear why. You know this is a mistake. It’s wrong, and you know it!”
The older man glared at Barnabas, his grip on me tightening. “I donot have to explain myself toyou . I called for a first-sphere because chances were slim anything would happen, and I didn’t want to advertise that anything was wrong.”
“Wrong.” Barnabas faced him squarely, and Ron’s expression went ugly. “You admit it, then.”
“Barnabas, will you shut up!” the master of time exclaimed, and Barnabas dropped his head, frustrated.
I sat there, stunned. It was the second time I’d seen Ron curtail Barnabas’s words, first at the school parking lot, and then here. Something wasn’t right. What had I done?
“Ron,” I said, scared, “I’m sorry. I was only trying to keep Josh and myself safe. She nicked him. Is he going to be okay?”
The timekeeper seemed to notice for the first time where he was. Giving me an unhappy look, he shook his head, sending dread through me. “Nakita holds his life. She chooses if he lives or dies.”
Oh God, I’ve killed him, I thought, the panic almost paralyzing. I had to talk to Nakita.
“There is hope,” Ron soothed as my thoughts spun, but there was no comfort in his touch on my shoulder. Instead, a warning lifted in me. Behind him, Barnabas fumed. “I’m going to continue to speak on your behalf,” Ron said, as if Josh’s probable death was sad but trifling. “What I’m most concerned about is you. Dissociating yourself from your amulet like you did should have been impossible. That you’re dead probably accounted for your ability to do it. Regardless, I’m sure you damaged your amulet.
Don’t do it again. Some of this is my fault. I should’ve looked in on your progress, but Barnabas didn’t tell me you were having trouble.”
He didn’t care about Josh. Not really. Warning was thick in me, and I pulled out from under his grip.
And why was he blaming Barnabas? Barnabas said it was my amulet that prevented me from thought-touching, not my lack of skill or lack of trying—and Ron should have known that. He was hiding something. “Grace said I cracked it,” I said warily, but I wouldn’t pull it from behind my shirt to show him.
Behind Ron, Barnabas stood stiff and tense. I saw a hint of the avenging angel in him as his eyes silvered.
“I’m going home,” he said to Ron, pain showing in his brow. “They’ll let me in. They have to. I have to tell them about the black wings. They can get them out of her.”