I remember the monstrous beasts, with yellow eyes and skin like rotting corpses. “Good point.” I scoot beside her so I’m looking at the pages right side up. “You said they used to roam the world. So what happened to them?”
“The Keepers happened.” She fans through the pages, the edges of the paper grazing her hair. “They forced them back into The Afterlife and forbid the Queen to let anymore cross over. There was this little thing,” She holds her hand out to the side, snapping her fingers, considering something. “I think it was called a sigillum cristallum. It was a crystal they stole from The Afterlife and when they brought it here to the Human World, it stopped Lost Souls from crossing over. Of course, with a little help from Wicca magic.”
“What about the Queen?” I ask. “Has she ever stepped foot into the Human World?”
“Not that I know of,” Aislin replies, drumming her chin. “But it doesn’t mean it can’t happen. Why? Are you thinking about your dream?”
“That’s exactly what I’m thinking.” I skim my fingers along the page, filled with sketches of mummies, chains, and words of another language. “Is this a book about Lost Souls?”
“It’s the history of The Afterlife.” She turns to the next page. “It talks about the rise and fall of The Lost Souls and what they did when they walked the world.” Her finger browses the page. “They took possession of human bodies, ones with broken souls.”
“Alex’s soul isn’t broken, though,” I say.
“But it’s not normal either. It’s connected to yours, which could make it vulnerable to Lost Soul possession.”
“But wouldn’t it make mine vulnerable too?”
Her eyes rise to me and then land on my hand. “Do you feel strange? Like maybe your mind’s not your own?”
I think of the dream I had with Nicholas. But Aislin doesn’t know about that. “If you’re talking about the slap,” I say, cuddling my hand. “Then you should know he deserved it. He called me emotionally challenged.”
Her expression suspends in disbelief. “He actually said that to you? What a jerk. There’s definitely something going on with him.” She closes the book, tucks it under her arm, and gets to her feet. “Let me read through this and see if I can find anything that might tell us how to kick a Lost Soul out of a human body. If we can do it, then we’ll know if he’s possessed.”
I hope he is, otherwise those horrible words he spoke to me were his own. “What do I do in the meantime?” I ask as we advance up the stairs.
She unlocks the door. “You keep your distance from him. Otherwise someone’s going to end up hurt.” She pauses in the hallway, reaches into her pocket, and extracts a tiny clear marble. “If by chance something bad happens, take this and shove it in his ear.”
I hold the marble between my thumb and index finger. “What will happen to him?”
“Let’s hope you don’t have to find out,” she says with a thoughtful smile. “But I want you to be able to protect yourself from him. If he is possessed, we don’t know what he’s capable of.”
I sigh and hide the marble in my pocket, hoping she’s right and I don’t have to find out.
While Aislin is digging through the book, I head to get the Crystal of Limitation fixed. I want to take Laylen with me, but check with Aislin first, not wanting to create more conflict between the three of us. She agrees and sneaks into the library to avoid hanging out in her room with the closet full of sprites.
I slink into Alex’s room to acquire the crystal. He’s not there and relief washes over me. Until I notice the crystal’s missing from the bathroom counter. With my hands on my hips, I step back into the room, puzzled.
“Are you looking for this?” Alex obstructs the doorway, each of his hands cupping a broken piece of the teal crystal.
I eyeball the crystal, sensing an impending fight. “Yeah, can I have them please?”
He sets them down on the dresser. “If you want them, then go ahead and take them.”
I’m more than willing to accept his challenge. I march for the crystal, chin tipped high. Just as I anticipate, he barricades my path.
“You think I’d let you have it that easy?” He questions with a ridiculing curve of his eyebrow.
“No, but I was hoping.” My hand inches for the marble in my pocket. “But if you want to do it the hard way, then it’s fine with me.”
He rolls up his sleeves and grins wickedly. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Seriously?” I frown. “You want me to fight you?”
He shrugs. “It doesn’t really matter if you do. We both know how this is going to end. We’ve both experienced your fighting skills. Or lack of fighting skills I should say.”
Raging with fury, I charge, regretting it, but not being able to stop myself. He catches me effortlessly, reels me around, and pins me against him.
“See, point proven,” he whispers in my ear, his lips brushing my skin. “You can’t take me. You’re helpless.”
I kick him in the shin. He buckles over, moaning. My fingers fumble to retrieve the marble from my pocket. Just as I grasp it, he rams into me. We fall to the floor. Alex braces my head from slamming against the stone floor, a glimmer of hope that he still exists somewhere inside.
He lines his body over mine. “See, I told you I knew how this was going to end.”
My fingers grasp the marble. “I’m so sorry.”