I glanced at Storm. It was one of the times I really wished he had a face so I could read his expression. Because what G.R. said just now… it sounded kind of ominous.
Before anyone could ask him what he meant, he was ushering us off through his insta-doors so we could give him back what we stole. It didn’t take long and once he had gotten exactly that, he sent us back to the Target’s house where he said we were responsible for the body. Apparently he wasn’t interested in keeping it or eating it (I certainly didn’t ask him about that).
He didn’t even say good-bye to me.
I didn’t care.
When his doorway closed for the final time, all I felt was relief. I was never going to have to kill again. And maybe, somehow, with the life I had left, I could try to make up for some of the lives I had taken.
But first I had a body to dispose of.
“What the hell are we gonna do with her?” Storm complained. “Why does she have to be the senator’s daughter?”
“It doesn’t really matter who she was,” I said. “Because even if she had been a nobody, someone would have loved her and that someone’s entire world would be over.”
“If I had a face, I would be crying right now,” Storm said.
I laughed. “Smartass.”
He made a heavy groaning sound and I rolled my eyes.
“What I said wasn’t that bad,” I replied.
“That wasnotme.”
Someone groaned again. I looked down at the Target. It was her.
“Dude, I thought she was dead,” Storm said.
“She was. Wasn’t she?”
“I-I don’t know. When you snapped her neck, everything went black. It was like I was unconscious. The next thing I remembered was trying to get out. I was so disoriented though, it was hard.”
She moaned again. This time her head moved back and forth.
“Can someone survive getting their neck snapped?” Storm asked.
“No.” But she wasn’t dead. Clearly.
“Maybe you didn’t do it right?”
She groaned again; this time her hands moved.
“Is it possible that somehow having your soul inside her protected her from dying?” It was a crazy thought. Wasn’t it?
“I don’t know. I’ve never been in someone’s body when they died before.”
“Olly?” Frankie whispered, stepping in from the other room. I jumped a little, surprised at her appearance. Then I realized she hadn’t just appeared; she walked into the room like any normal human would do. Except this time I couldn’t hear or feel her coming.
I was completely human now.
I smiled.
“Is shealive?” Frankie said, completely ignoring the fact that I was having a moment. It was likely the first of many private moments I would be having due to my newfound freedom.
“I think so,” I answered.
She gave a great shout of joy and pulled out her phone. “I’m going to call for help.”
