“But you can still get into another person’s body?”
What was his obsession with getting into another person’s body?
And then I knew.
The soul in a jar. She said she needed a body.
“That soul, the one I took? She said she needed a body, that she couldn’t get into any of the ones you tried.”
“That’s none of your business,” he snapped.
“No. But it seems to me that Storm might be able to teach her how to borrow a body. You know, one that isn’t empty. Maybe that’s the kind of body she needs.”
I saw it in his face, the intrigue, the desire. And here was where his weakness lay.
“The Target is dead,” I told him. “That’s what you wanted. Does it really matter who killed her?”
G.R. looked at me.
“Let me out. Completely out, free of being an Escort and free of being Recalled. I’ll give you back the soul I took.” I looked up at Storm.
“And I’ll teach her how to borrow a body,” he added.
It was then that Piper rushed into the house, calling out for Frankie. She dashed around the corner and stopped, staring at us all standing there over a dead body. “You were gone a long time. I was worried.”
“I’m fine,” Frankie told her. “Go back out to the car.”
“Wait,” the reaper called, stopping her.
He was looking at Piper like she was some sort of miracle or something, like he was enthralled with her.
“I’ll agree to this. If she lets me touch her again.”
“No!” Frankie shouted immediately. “Kill us all now because that isn’t going to happen.”
The Reaper shrugged. “Fine.” He stepped toward Frankie.
“Wait!” Piper cried, rushing over. “If I let you touch me, you won’t kill them? Any of them?”
He stared at her, taking in all of her face, scrutinizing every detail about her as if he were committing it to memory. “I will not kill or Recall any of them.”
He lifted his fingers, looking at her again.
“Piper, no,” Frankie insisted.
“He’s already touched me once, Frankie.”
“But what if it was just a fluke?”
Piper bit her lip. “Guess we’ll find out.”
The Reaper chuckled eagerly. “Can I touch you now?”
“Wait,” I said and he looked at me, annoyed. “I want your word that Frankie and I will be completely free of you.”
“You have my word,” he said, looking back at Piper.
“She can’t do this,” Frankie argued. “I won’t let her.”
