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Once Dead, Twice Shy

Once Dead, Twice Shy (Madison Avery Trilogy #1)(38)
Author: Kim Harrison

Reaching down, I touched the black stone, then dropped it. "Maybe it doesn’t work because I’m dead."

Barnabas turned away, and his chest rose and fell in a heavy sigh. "The only reason you succeeded in claiming a timekeeper’s amulet is because you are one."

"No!" I exclaimed. "I was able to claim it because I was human."

He shook his head. "You could touch it because you were human, but you claimed it because of who you are. You went on to teach yourself how to dissociate yourself from it and still hold that claim. You commanded Grace, gave her a name that bound her and broke the charge that Ron put on her. You’re a rising timekeeper, Madison, one of two people born to this millennium with the ability to survive the bending of time."

I stared at him, panic starting to wind its way through my spine. Me? A dark timekeeper? I didn’t believe in fate. He had to be wrong. "Has Ron said so?" I whispered.

He shifted his feet in their dirty sneakers and scooted forward. Leaning over his knees, he eyed me from under his mop of curls. "No," he admitted, and I exhaled in relief. "But you are. Madison, timekeepers are mortal for a reason. The earth changes, people change, values change. To ask a human who was born in the time of the pyramids to understand someone who takes for granted that man can see the earth from space isn’t reasonable, and so when change spills over itself in its rush to happen, new timekeepers take over."

He glanced at the receptionist and inched closer. "I’ve seen it before, like the turning of a wheel. Rising timekeepers are found and taught, learning until the amulet is passed on and the old timekeeper resumes aging, picking up where his or her life was disrupted by the divine. That you’re dead complicates things, but this is who you are."

"No I’m not!" I protested. "I’m just me. And even if I was a timekeeper, I wouldn’t be the dark timekeeper. I don’t believe in fate. I just took Kairos’s stone to stay alive!"

Frowning, Barnabas shot a look at the busy receptionist. "Taking it might have been a choice, but fate put you there to do it. If you were an innocent scything, Ron would have given you to the seraphs that first day. But he didn’t." Barnabas’s frown deepened. "I should have known then, but I never guessed he’d stoop so low as to keep you in the dark with lies."

"Ron said he told the seraphs about me, to ask them to let me keep the stone," I said, bewildered. "If he didn’t, why do I still have it?"

"Because Kairos hasn’t told them you have it, either."

"Why?" I asked. I couldn’t think. I was numb. I needed an answer, and I couldn’t grasp enough to guess it for myself.

Barnabas shifted in his chair, pulling his coat around himself. "I’m guessing Kairos wants you destroyed so he doesn’t have to give up his place, and if the seraphs find out you exist, even dead as you are, they will force him to abide by their will. Only if you are destroyed will they be obliged to allow him to remain the dark timekeeper through the turn of another wheel."

Kairos would live forever. Immortality – a higher court. That’s why he killed me, then came after me. He wanted to destroy my soul completely. Panic started up again. "No. You’re wrong. I simply have the wrong amulet," I said. "I just need to give it back. I need to return Nakita’s amulet, too," I babbled as Barnabas flopped back to look at the ceiling. "Tell her I’m sorry. Maybe she’ll let Josh live."

"If Nakita finds you, she’ll take you to Kairos," Barnabas said to the ceiling. "Being sorry isn’t going to change anything. You’ve already claimed the dark timekeeper amulet. You’re it, Madison. For Kairos to reclaim it, your soul has to be destroyed! Only one or the other of you can be the dark timekeeper."

I felt dizzy. There had to be a way out of this. "One or the other? I don’t think so," I said, my head hurting. "I can dissociate from my amulet. Maybe the reason I can is because it doesn’t really belong to me. You ever think of that? If I can give it fully back to Kairos, then maybe I’m the rising light timekeeper."

Barnabas’s foot quit jumping up and down, and he turned to me, considering it. "Ron said not to dissociate from your amulet."

I shivered, breathless with hope. "And Ron’s been lying to me – to us. I say chance it. Barnabas, I am not the rising dark timekeeper!" Thinking, I looked away from his intent expression. "I need to talk to Kairos," I muttered. "Where does he live?"

Barnabas’s jaw dropped. "You are not going to talk to Kairos!" he said. "And besides, I don’t know." The fallen angel turned in his chair to face me, bringing a leg up onto the cushion. "Madison, even if you are the rising light timekeeper and you can give his amulet back to him, Kairos will destroy your soul anyway to slide the balance of things his way."

I couldn’t afford to think like that. "He’s mortal, so he lives on earth, right?" I asked, standing and looking at the empty reception desk. "If Kairos wants his amulet, he’s going to have to give me my body," I said, flicking the amulet, heavy around my neck. "I bet Nakita knows where he lives. Is she okay? Did they get the black wings out of her? You can hear the songs between heaven and earth. What are they saying?"

Barnabas remained where he was, looking up at me from under his curly hair in disbelief. "Madison," he protested.

"Is she okay?" I said loudly, hand on my hip. "Can you call someone? Come on! What’s the point of being a reaper if you don’t do anything?"

His eyes narrowed at me for a moment in annoyance; then a smile quirked the corners of his lips. "She’s okay," he said, and a knot eased in my middle. "But this is a bad idea."

I pulled him up, surprised that he moved so easily. "Yeah, but it’s an idea. And if I’m a rising timekeeper, then I’m going to be your boss someday. Come on. Help me find Nakita."

Barnabas dug in his heels, and his hand pulled from mine as I continued on a step without him. "You’re not going to be anyone’s boss if you’re dead," he said wryly.

"I have to apologize," I said, reaching for his hand and tugging him forward another step. "And give her her amulet back. Maybe if I do, she will let Josh live. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t killed him. She’s waiting for me."

A frown creased his forehead. "You want to give a dark reaper an amulet. Are you even hearing yourself?"

"It’s hers," I said. "What is the problem?"

"Ron will freak. He’ll take my amulet away," Barnabas muttered as he glanced at the parking lot in worry. "I shouldn’t have told you."

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