Oh great. Just swell.
Barnabas seemed to draw himself back together, looking worried and scared. «He said he wasn't a reaper, but I thought he was trying to cow us. What is he if he isn't a reaper?»
«I don't know yet. But I have a few ideas.»
Ron's admission of ignorance was worse than anything he could have said, and a ribbon of fear pulled through me. I shuddered, and Ron sighed when he saw it. «I should been watching for this,» he murmured. Then looking at the heavens, he bellowed, «A memo would have been nice!»
His voice echoed, accentuating the muffled nothing that gripped the world. Remembering these two people weren't really people, I looked at my dad, as frozen and unmoving as a mannequin. They wouldn't hurt him, would they? To cover up their mistake with me?
«Dust to stars,» Ron said softly. «We'll simply adapt the best we can.»
The older man stood with a heavy sigh. Seeing him moving, I pushed from the corner to get between him and my dad. Ron looked at my raised hand as if I were a kitten holding off a dog who stopped only because he wasn't interested.
«I'm not leaving,» I said, standing in front of my dad as if I could actually do something. «And you aren't going to touch my dad. I have a stone. I'm solid. I'm alive!»
Ron looked me in the eye. «You have a stone, but you don't know how to use it. And you aren't alive. This delusion of pretending to be is a bad idea. However, seeing as you have a stone, and they have your body-«
My gaze darted to Barnabas, seeing by his uncomfortable expression that it was true. «Seth? He has my body?» I said, suddenly afraid. «Why?»
Ron reached out, and I jumped as his hand landed on my shoulder. It was warm, and I could feel his support-not that I thought he could really do anything to help me. «To keep you from crossing over and thereby able to give us the stone permanently?» he guessed, his dark eyes filled with pity. «As long as they have your body, you're stuck here. That stone you took is clearly an important one. It shifted to adapt to your mortal abilities. Very few stones can do that. Usually when a human claims a stone, it simply atomizes them in a surge of overload.»
My mouth dropped open, and Ron nodded sagely. «Claiming the divine when one is not is a sure way to blow your soul to dust.»
I closed my mouth, stifling a shiver.
«If we have it,» Ron continued, «they're potentially at a disadvantage. It's in limbo right now, like you-a coin spinning on edge.»
His hand slipped away. I felt all the more alone and small, though I stood taller than him.
«As long as you remain on the corporal side of things, they have a hope of finding you,» he said, moving to look out my window at a world that had slowed to almost no movement.
«But Seth knows where I am,» I said, confused, and Ron spun slowly around.
«Physically, yes, but he left here rather abruptly with your body. He crossed without a stone to make a memory of exactly where you are in time. It will be hard to find you again. Especially if you don't do anything to draw attention to yourself.»
Miss Anonymity. Yeah, I can do that. Ri-i-i-i-ight. My head hurt, and I held one arm to me with the other and tried to make sense of what he was telling me.
«He will find you, though. Find you and take you and that stone back with him. What happens then?» Shaking his head, he turned to the window again, the light spilling in to outline him in gold. «They do terrible things, without thought, to further themselves.»
Seth had my body. I felt myself go pale. Barnabas saw it, then cleared his throat to get Ron's attention. The old man's eyes landed on me, and he blinked as if realizing what he had said. «Ah, I could be wrong,» he said, not helping. «I am, sometimes.»
My pulse quickened, and I felt a jolt of panic. Before the accident Seth had said I was his ticket to a higher court. He didn't just want me dead. He wanted me. Not the stone I stole from him. Me. I opened my mouth to tell Ron, then, frightened, changed my mind. Barnabas saw in my sudden fear that I was withholding something, but Ron was moving, crossing my room with sharp steps and shooing him out. Barnabas silently retreated to the hall, his mouth shut and his head down in thought, probably afraid that whatever I wasn't saying would get him in more trouble, not less. Alarm trickled through me. They weren't leaving, were they?
«The only thing we can do now,» Ron said, «is keep you intact until we find out how to break the hold the stone has on you without breaking your soul.»