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"Eve, you want Paige and Lucas as Savannah's guardians. Would you be willing to barter for it?"
Eve lifted her chin, meeting the other woman's gaze squarely. "I am. You want me to obey the rules, right? Send them back--both of them--and I'll do it."
The woman smiled and shook her head. "Obedience without acceptance is meaningless. When you understand the rules, you'll obey them. Until then--" She shrugged and waved at the yarn hanging behind them. "You make your own mistakes. You determine your own fate. We don't do that for you."
Eve frowned. "Then what's the price?"
"You will owe us a favor. A chit, which we may call in whenever we wish."
"I'll do it."
"Are you sure?"
"No, but I'm agreeing anyway. Do this for me, and I'll owe you one. Now, we left Lucas--"
The Fate cut Eve off with a wave. "We know." She closed her eyes and the three forms flipped past in a blur, then returned to the middle sister. "There. Lucas is back in the living world. Paige, we'll see you again someday, hopefully after a long and--"
"Wait!" Eve said. "Don't I get to say good-bye?"
"Yes, after I do. Now, Paige, turn around."
I did. Twenty feet away, the air shimmered, like heat rising off hot asphalt.
"That's the portal. When you're done with Eve, just walk through it. Be quick, though. I've sent Lucas back to where he left, and he'll likely be disoriented. There was no danger there a moment ago but--well, be quick."
I looked back at the Fates. "Thank you."
The woman nodded. "You're welcome. Just remember the cardinal rule of leaving the afterlife." She morphed into the child, who grinned. "Don't look back."
I smiled, turned, and headed for the portal. Eve walked beside me. Neither of us said anything until we reached it. Then I turned to her.
"Thank you," I said. "For everything."
"Hey, you're raising my kid. I owe you everything. Tell Savannah...No, I won't waste our last minute with that. You know what to tell her. And I won't tell you to take good care of her, because I know you will. So I'll settle for telling you to take care of yourself. You grew up good, Paige. Maybe more 'good' than I'd like, but I'm still proud of you." She leaned over, kissed my forehead, and whispered, "Have a good life, Paige. You deserve it."
"I--"
She took my shoulders, turned me around, and pushed me into the portal.
Bad Guy Dead?
I CAME TO IN THE ALLEY. WHEN I OPENED MY EYES, I SAW only darkness. I blinked and the world took focus as my eyes adjusted. It took a moment for my numbed brain to understand why it was dark out, to make that most obvious deductive leap. Night. It was nighttime. How long had we--? The thought slid from my brain. Too much effort. I tried lifting my head, but that also seemed like too much work. Everything was so...heavy. The very air had a weight that went beyond the dampness of a wet Miami night.
I yawned and closed my eyes. As I drifted toward sleep, my brain replayed snatches from the last eight hours and I shot upright, remembering everything.
"Lucas?" I scrambled to my feet. "Lucas!"
Pitching forward into the darkness, I stumbled over something and fell to my knees. My hands felt for the object that had tripped me, praying that it was Lucas. I touched the cold rough surface of broken concrete. Staying on all fours, I felt around wildly. When I over-reached, pain shot through my abdomen, the first twinge I'd felt since jumping through the portal. The sudden shock of the pain made me stop long enough to think. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and cast a light spell. After casting, I kept my eyes closed, telling myself that when I did look I'd see Lucas, but still afraid...I opened my eyes. He wasn't there.
"Lucas!"
I flew to my feet, waving the light-ball about. He had to be here. They promised, they promised, they--
My light illuminated an outstretched hand near the end of the alley. Lucas lay on his back, arms out, face to the sky, eyes closed. He's sleeping, I told myself. Sleeping like I was. Then I saw the blood on his shirt front.
As I shot forward, an image raced through my mind, a scene from some half-remembered movie where a man had been granted a wish and, before he could use it, his wife died. So he made the obvious wish. He wanted her alive again. But he hadn't been specific, hadn't said he'd wanted her as she'd been before the accident, and the last scene had been of her mutilated body lurching toward the front door.
"You weren't specific!" I shouted to myself, my mental voice reverberating through my head. I said I wanted Lucas to be sent back to this world with me and the Fates had done exactly that. They'd brought him back as he'd been when he left it--shot through the heart.
