“It’s…no problem.” He scratched the back of his head and looked back and forth between us. “Just don’t expect me to bail you out again.” He turned his attention to me. “And you. Take care of her, or
I’ll haul your ass back downstairs myself.”
He took two steps back, then disappeared into a swirling black pit beneath him. Anaya took a deep, shaky breath and looked past me to a gleaming building in the distance. Its mirrored walls reflected the nothingness around it, making it hard to spot.
“Come on,” she said. “He’s waiting for us.”
“What’s going to happen?”
“I…I don’t know exactly.” I followed on her heels, staring at the glass floor under my feet as we walked. Stars swirled around beneath us, like fish under a glass-bottom boat.
“But I’m going to work for this guy, right?” I said. “Like you.”
Anaya nodded. “That’s the plan.”
She stopped at the steps to the mirror building and I skidded to a halt behind her. A man stood on the steps, a strange smile on his face. A glint in his silvery blue eyes. His white robe stirred with a breeze that I couldn’t feel.
“Well…this is a nice surprise,” he said, stepping down to circle us. His gaze left cold electric shivers rolling down my spine. “I’ll be honest, Anaya, I didn’t think you were going to pull this off.
But I have to give credit where credit is due.”
“I didn’t pull anything off,” she said. “He wants to do this.”
“Good,” he said, spinning on his heel and starting up the cold marble steps. “Then this should be easy enough. Follow me.”
Anaya kept a safe distance from me as we followed through the halls. Images flickered and flashed across the walls. It looked like a thousand flat-screen televisions all broadcasting death. On one cube of color a man fell backward off an airplane platform. His head cracked against the runway below. A tiny glow of a girl gathered up his soul and the image faded into another. The next screen over showed a man choking on a hunk of lobster. He fell over in his chair, tearing down the Happy Retirement! banner behind him on his way down. I blinked at the screen, unable to keep up with the images.
Everything about this place screamed death.
“So…you’re Balthazar, right?”
He laughed and spared me an amused glance over his shoulder. “Yes. Am I not what you expected?”
“To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect,” I said.
I shook my head, trying to break my gaze away from the wall of dying faces. One by one they flashed across the wall. Some in pain. Some in peaceful sleep. It all would have made one hell of a painting. A terrifying one, but still. I reached out and ran a finger across the image of a girl’s face and the image rippled like water under my touch.
Balthazar cleared his throat, breaking my attention from the wall. Anaya stood beside him, patiently waiting for me to take it all in.
“Please, come in.” Balthazar held his hand out and ushered us into an office. Inside, the walls looked like they were made of stars. Balthazar took a seat behind a big glass desk and motioned for us to sit.
“Tell me what you already know, Cash.”
I exchanged a look with Anaya and folded my hands in my lap, feeling like I was in a job interview.
Which was really screwed up, considering I was dead. “Um…you want me to work for you.”
He nodded. “Yes. But it’s so much more than that. I guess you could say, I want your help in cleaning up our earthly streets. A bounty hunter of sorts. Only you don’t collect any bounty at the end of a job.”
“What do you mean?”
“We have an epidemic.” Balthazar swept his hands over the glass-top desk and an image rippled across the surface. An image of a soul terrorizing a family. A girl sat huddled in a corner as the soul with big dark eyes and pale gold hair flung a chair across the room. It splintered against the wall and her shriek bounced off the walls like a siren. “Lost souls. Souls that have escaped their reaper. Souls that have managed to escape the Inbetween and have an ax to grind, like Maeve. The soul that terrorized your human friend.”
I waved him off. “I know who Maeve is.” I caught a glimpse of Anaya’s surprised expression. “Em told me.”
Balthazar nodded. “I can’t have them down there wreaking havoc. It throws everything off-balance.”
I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. “So why not let the shadow demons have them if they’re such a problem?”
“Because they are not all bad. But that doesn’t matter,” he said. “They have no place among the living. I need you to collect them, bring them here for sorting. We have a system. And that system does not cater to helping those of the underworld grow stronger.”
I thought about the horde of shadows I’d dangled above just hours earlier and shivered. I didn’t want to help them get stronger, either. “So, why me? Why all this trouble to get me here?”
Balthazar laughed and leaned across the table. “You have no idea how rare you are, do you? How special?”
“Look.” I scratched the back of my head. “I may be a lot of things, but special isn’t one of them. I did have a girl once tell me I was a special kind of asshole, but I don’t think that’s what you’re talking about here.”
“Your soul is over a thousand years old. It’s been recycled over and over, each time gaining more strength. For a soul to recycle that many times and end up sitting in front of me is unheard of. You have the strength to walk between worlds. Corporeality means nothing to you. You, Cash, are a valuable weapon.”
I didn’t feel like a valuable weapon. I still felt like me. Like a kid who got drunk on Friday night and got by high school on a C-minus average.
“Will you hurt them?” I thought about the kids from the abandoned building that Noah and I had collected. “The souls I bring in?”
Balthazar raised a brow. “Why do you care?”
“Because I’m not a monster.” I laughed. “Look, I’ve seen what they do with them on the other side.
If that’s what we’re talking about, you can count me out.”
He studied me for a moment, tapping his knuckles on the glass as if he didn’t know what to make of me.
“They will be sorted. Some will stay in the Inbetween. Souls like you’ve just seen will go to Hell.
They will be put back in the place they belong. That is all.”
I nodded. “Do I get to have a life?”
Balthazar laughed. “A life? You do realize you’re dead, son. Anaya explained that much at least, I would hope.”
I rolled my eyes and Anaya’s warm hand rested on my arm. I glanced down and laced my fingers through hers. The energy buzzing under my skin was almost too much. Like fireworks bursting in my veins. But when she touched me it calmed, almost soothed by her warmth. “That’s not what I meant.”
Balthazar sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Come here.”
Anaya and I looked up at the same time. “Why?”
“Because you need to go through transition. Did you think this was it?”
I laughed, incredulously. “Well…yeah. I’m dead.”
He raised a brow and electricity crackled in the air, forcing me up out of my seat. I came around the desk and he stood up to meet me. “You may be powerful, but there is one thing you need to remember.” He leaned in so close that his breath created ice crystals along the shoulder of my T-shirt.
“I can end you,” he whispered.
Shaking, I laughed, then swallowed the sound. “So, I shouldn’t be expecting a Christmas bonus then?”
Balthazar stood back up with a smile and rested his palm over my shoulder. The cold jolted me with a shock at first and I looked over at Anaya, who was standing next to her chair. She looked afraid. I tried to smile and shook my head mouthing, “It’s going to be fine.”