Belatedly I realized that Kian was waiting to hear my first request. “I want to be beautiful without losing any aptitude I have. No time limits, no melting face, no surprises.”
His teeth flashed white as he grinned. “That’s easy enough.”
“For you, maybe.” A thought struck me, and I stared up at him, wide-eyed. “Or did you wish for the same thing, however long ago?”
“Do you think I did?”
His features were strong but too symmetrical to come from natural design. Everything aligned just so, lending an exotic cast to his perfection. I hadn’t been able to put my finger on what bothered me about him until just now.
“Totally. I’d bet my life on it.”
“You’ll throw that away at the least provocation, won’t you?”
“That’s not an answer. Admit it, you weren’t born looking like that.”
No wonder he had been so nice to me. Beneath the swan feathers, he hid an ugly duckling skin. It made me like him a little more. If he’d been in my shoes, maybe he lacked the natural meanness that I’d experienced at school.
“You’re right,” he said softly.
“Which means you were in my position once. Doesn’t it?”
He sucked in a surprised breath. “People don’t usually deduce that so fast.”
I imagined him, poised on the verge of ending his life, and a chill swept over me. I wanted to touch him—and that wasn’t like me at all. Still, my fingers flexed with the urge. Questions boiled in my brain, but we didn’t know each other well enough for me to ask what had been so bad about his life that he’d wanted out. Seeing him now gave me hope. One day I could put this misery behind me, right? Eventually I’d look back on this moment and be grateful Kian stopped me from making my final mistake.
It also answered the question about his origins. He might not be human anymore, but he had been, once. It hinted of scary things lurking in my future, yet if I scheduled my favors right, I could enjoy life before I started serving Mephistopheles—or whoever Kian worked for. If I wasn’t numb with shock, I’d be more worried.
“In turn, that means you survived your three favors and the repayment.”
“There’s a limit to what I’m allowed to tell you, Edie.”
“It’s like a secret society,” I guessed. “And I’m only permitted what’s available to initiates of my level.”
“You’re too damn clever for your own good. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Positive.” The moment I said it, my wrist burned like fire, and I whipped it up, narrowly restraining a cry. A dark line appeared across the top of the infinity sign, creepy as hell, like ink working its way out of my skin from the inside. I gasped as the burn subsided, touching my wrist as if I might smear the mark, but it was cool and dry.
“Sorry, I should’ve warned you. That’s a tally. When you have three lines—”
“It means you’ve used all your favors. Got it. Can I see your wrists?”
He offered them without complaint, and I saw now that he had a kanji similar to mine on his left arm, and an infinity sign struck through with three lines on his right. I frowned.
“Why is one of yours a little different from mine?”
“Spoilers, Sweetie”
I was delighted to catch him quoting Doctor Who. Smiling, I went into the brownstone and traipsed up the stairs to our apartment. “You can’t be serious,” I said over one shoulder.
“About what?”
“Not being able to answer. You said you couldn’t until I signed on the dotted line. Well, I have. So start talking.”
“I was kidding, actually. Ownership symbols are tweaked according to a variety of factors, including the faction represented. This line here,” he pointed, “represents Raoul.”
“Who’s that?”
“The guy who offered me a deal.”
For a few seconds, I studied my own wrist, then his. “What part of the mark are you?”
“I’m the curved line crossing these two others.” He traced the arc on his left wrist with one fingertip.
“Ah.” As that was the only difference, the rest of the character had to relate to the faction Kian represented. I’m totally getting a handle on this. Fighting a blush, I asked, “Do you want to come in?”
It was safe to invite him. The day before, my parents had gone to a symposium, something to do with string theory. That was another reason I’d chosen this as the day. My parents wouldn’t be home until later, no chance they would’ve missed me before it was too late.
He nodded. “We have some planning to do.”
Music to my ears. Inside, the apartment was small, cluttered with books. There was no television; I had been lucky to persuade my parents I needed a laptop for homework and research. I also watched shows on the Internet—not that they knew. I suspected my parents believed I was too serious and focused to pursue mindless entertainment, but sometimes I really needed to hide out in somebody else’s world when mine became unbearable.
The old brown tweed sofa sagged in the middle. Kian didn’t seem to notice when he sank down on one end. I sat on the other, hoping I didn’t look as nervous as I felt.
“You’ll have to go away for the summer,” he said.
Talk about lobbing a brick. “What?”
“Think about it. Your parents will question the changes if they happen overnight. We need to build a credible framework.”
“So I’m going to makeover camp? Or a Swiss finishing school? Somehow I don’t think my parents will go for it.”
Kian shook his head. “That’s why we craft the story to fit the audience. I bet they’d love it if you were accepted to the Summer Science Program, where you sharpen your academics and get college credit at the same time.”
“Yeah,” I said in surprise. “They would.”
“The actual changes? I can knock them out in a couple of hours. But you have to be gone or your parents will question how it’s possible.”
“And on campus, I’ll have a chance to practice being … the new me.”
“Exactly. It’s a no-risk setting for a test run. By the time you go back to Blackbriar, you’ll be self-assured, ready to teach them a lesson.”
I’d read all the psychology books. In theory, I knew that confidence worked wonders when it came to dealing with other people. That didn’t mean I could achieve it on my own; I had spent years doubting my worth on every level except my brain.
But Kian could give me a boost …
I put that aside, troubled over his insights. “You knew about the rabbits … you know I go to Blackbriar. How much do you know about me, exactly?”
He didn’t answer, only offered a level look, which was the only reply I needed. I told myself it was part of his job, and I shouldn’t freak out. There were probably a hundred other ugly girls in his phone, assigned by some creepy bureau of supernatural resources.
So I asked something else. “You really think I can pull this off?”
“The assholes at Blackbriar won’t know what hit them.” For a moment, a cruel light burned in his jade eyes, more catlike in the morning light.
“That sounds almost … personal. Do you have a score to settle there, too?”
“No,” he said quickly. “Of course not. I just want to see them get what’s coming, after what they did to you.”
Naturally, he’d sympathize with me. If he had been a freak, geek, or misfit before his favors kicked in, he had scars where it didn’t show. The bullies did deserve this. No question. I’d hadn’t done anything to them.