Prom Nights from Hell(37)
«But you just said I can't die,» I said. Just where did he think he was going? Seth was going to be back!
Ron stopped at the threshold. Barnabas stood behind him, a worry too deep for a mere seventeen years showing heavy on him. «You can't die because you're already dead,» the old man said. «But there are worse things.»
Great, I thought, warming when I recalled dancing with Seth, that kiss he took, the feel of his nose breaking against my knee, and the look of hatred he had given me. Way to go, Madison. Not only did I screw up my reputation at a new school, but I managed to insult the angel of death, too. Put myself at the top of his wish list.
«Barnabas?» Ron said, making me jump. Barnabas, too, looked surprised.
«Sir?»
«Congratulations, you've been promoted to guardian angel.»
Barnabas froze, then looked aghast at me. «That's not a promotion. It's a punishment!»
«Some of this is your fault,» Ron said, his voice harsh in comparison to the sly smile he gave me, but Barnabas couldn't see it. «Most, probably.» His face went serious. «Deal with it. And don't take it out on her.»
«But Lucy. It was her responsibility!» he protested, looking young as he whined.
«Madison is seventeen,» Ron said, his tone brooking no argument. «You handle seventeen. Should be a snap.» He turned, hands on his hips. «In addition to your regular white-reaper prevention detail, you will be Madison's guardian angel. I'd think we could get this sorted out in a year.» His gaze went distant. «One way or another.»
«But sir!» he exclaimed, stumbling into the hall's wall when Ron pushed past him to the stairs. I followed, not believing this. I have a guardian angel?
«Sir, I can't!» Barnabas said, making me feel like an unwelcome burden. «I can't do my job and watch her! If I get too far away, they'll take her!»
«Then keep her with you when you work.» Ron went several steps down. «She needs to learn how to use that thing. Teach her something in your copious spare time. Besides, it's not like you have to keep her alive. Just keep her coin spinning. Try to do a better job of it this time,» he almost growled.
Barnabas sputtered, and Ron turned to smile worriedly at me. «Madison,» he said in farewell. «Keep the pendant with you. It will protect you somewhat. If you take it off, black wings can find you, and the dark reapers are never far from them.»
Black wings. There was that phrase again. Just the name invoked a nasty image in my thoughts. «Black wings?» I asked, the two words sounding completely foul on my lips.
Ron paused on the first step. «Filthy vultures left over from creation. They smell wrong deaths before they happen and try to snitch a bit of forgotten soul. Don't let them touch you. Because you're dead, they can sense you, but with that stone they will think you're a reaper and leave you alone.»
My head bobbed up and down. Stay away from the black wings. Check.
«Cronus!» Barnabas begged, as Ron started downstairs again. «Please. Don't do this to me!»
«Find some wind and make the best of it,» Ron muttered when he reached the downstairs landing and headed for the door. «It's only for a year.»
He crossed the threshold into the sun. The light hit him, and he vanished, not all at once, but from the feet up as he moved into the light. The sun streaming into the house seemed to glitter, and then the distant mower roared to life.
I took a breath as the world began to turn again with the sound of birds, wind, and someone's radio. Bewildered, I stood beside Barnabas. «What does he mean, for a year?» I whispered. «Is that all I get?»
Barnabas looked me up and down, clearly peeved. «How should I know?»
From in my room came a startled «Madison? Is that you?»
«Dad!» I said, running into him as he came out. He turned it into a happy hug, his arms around me and smiling as he looked at Barnabas. «You must be the boy who brought Madison home last night. Seth, was it?»
Huh? I thought, shocked. He had already met Barnabas. And how had my dad gone from protective anger to congenial dad so fast? What about the accident? Or the hospital? The crashed car? Me being dead?
Barnabas shifted from foot to foot in what seemed like embarrassment, shooting my gaping-mouth expression-a look to shut up. «No, sir. I'm Barnabas. One of Madison's friends. I was with her last night, too, after Josh left. It's good to meet you, sir. I just came over to see if Madison, uh, wanted to do anything today.»