“What?!” If I hadn’t already been inside a body, I knew all the red that made up my soul would have scattered for miles. The thought of Frankie and G.R. in a room together made my skin crawl.
“He walked in like he owned the place.”
“How did you get him out of there?”
He didn’t say anything.
“Tell me youdid notleave her there with him,” I ground out.
“We didn’t want him to find your body!”
Screw him not having a body. I reached out and punched the air where he floated. Then I stuck my other hand inside of him and shook it, scattering him all around.
“What the hell, man!”
“You deserve so much more than that,” I spat. I didn’t even wait for him to reply or come back into some kind of shape. I took off, racing along the edge of the neighbor’s property, drawing in every last ounce of kinetic energy I could and using it to propel me right out of the fancy neighborhood without being seen once.
I was supposed to be lying low, to not let G.R. know I was out, that I had a body.
Screw that.
He was messing with my girl.
Chapter Forty-Two
“I Love Lucy - an American television sitcom starring Lucille Ball, Desi Arnaz, Vivian Vance and William Frawley.The black-and-white series originally ran from October 15, 1951 to May 6, 1957.”
Frankie
The Grim Reaper was in my house. He just walked in like this was some episode ofI Love Lucyand he was Ricardo telling Lucy he was home and ready for his supper.
But this wasn’t a sitcom. This was real life.
And he was the ultimate life stealer.
All three of us were frozen, staring at the closed bedroom door like it was a bomb about to explode. I clutched my stomach so hard it hurt, but I was afraid if I let go I would hurl all over the floor.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” the Reaper called in a morbid singsong voice.
It was his voice that spurred me into action. “Storm, get that body and get the hell out of here. Do not let him see you.”
“What about you?” he said, sounding unsure.
“I can take care of myself. Charming needs you. Use the fire escape.” I pointed to the window next to the bed.
“Piper, go with him,” I ordered quietly and rushed toward the door.
“You can’t go out there,” Piper insisted. “Come with us.”
If I didn’t go out there, he was going to barge in here and find all three of us sneaking out the window. He’ll see Charming’s body—the one that wasn’t supposed to be here—and he would likely take it and do who knows what with us.
I couldn’t risk them all. I couldn’t risk Charming’s body.
I had to do this.
I mean how bad could the Grim Reaper really be?
I glanced at Piper and shook my head. Her eyes widened, but before she could yell at me and give away the fact I wasn’t in here alone, I opened the door, slipped out, and closed it directly behind me.
