MY SOUL TO LOSE Soul Screamers Series, PrequelRachel Vincent
Thanks also to my early readers, Rinda, Chandra, Heather, and Jen. Your opinions and advice were invaluable, and the story is so much better for them both.
Thanks to Mary-Theresa Hussey and Natashya Wilson for so much enthusiasm and encouragement, which keep me smiling.
And thanks finally to everyone out there reading about Kaylee for the first time. Ive poured my heart into her continuing story, along with some delicate pieces of my own soul, and Im so very honored and excited that youve decided to give her a chance. I hope you like her as much as I do.
Thanks for the ride, Traci! Emma slammed the back door, then opened it again to free the end of her filmy red skirt as her sister leaned out the open drivers side window.
Be ready to go at eight, or Im leaving you here.
Em gave a mock salute, then turned toward the mall entrance without waiting for the car to pull away from the curb. We would be nowhere near the parking lot at eight oclock. Finding a ride home would be no problemEmma could cock one hip and smile, and guys all over Texas would throw their car keys at her feet, if thats what she wanted.
But sometimes a ride was more fun, because she could flirt with the driver. See how much he could take before his concentration wavered and he had to force his attention back onto the road. Shed never actually caused a wreck, but Em went a little further every time, ever eager to push the limits of Well, of anything.
I went along for the ride because it was a delicious rush of power and freedomliving vicariously through Emma was usually more exciting than living my own life for real.
Okay, Kaylee, heres the plan. Em stepped up to the glass doors, and they whooshed open. The artificial cool inside was a mercy on my damp skin and overheated cheeks; Tracis car wasnt air-conditioned, and September in the Dallas metroplex was still hot enough to make the devil sweat.
So long as it leads to Tobys public humiliation, Im in.
It will. She stopped in front of a mirror built into the wall of the main walkway and her reflection grinned at me, brown eyes sparkling. And thats the least he deserves. You really should have let me key his car.
And Id been totally tempted to. But I was less than a year from getting my license and couldnt shake the certainty that if we keyed someones fresh paint job even if that someone was my rat of an ex-boyfriend new-driver karma would come back to bite me on the bumper.
So, what are you going to do? Push him into the snack table? Trip him on the way into the gym? Unbutton his pants while youre dancing, then scream for help? I wasnt too worried about homecoming-dance karma. But Toby should have been
Emma turned from the mirror, her pale brows high in surprise. I was just gonna stand him up, then make out with his best friend on the dance floor, but that last one has real potential. Maybe well do both. She grinned again, then tugged me around the first corner to the huge main corridor of the mall, where the center of the floor opened to reveal the first level below. But first were gonna make sure you look so good that he spends every minute of this stupid dance wishing he was there with you.
Normally Im not much of a shopper. Thin and small chested looks just as good in jeans and skinny tees as it does in anything more complicated, and I must have been dressing to my advantage subconsciously, because finding a new date had only taken two days.
But that didnt make Toby any less of a human cockroachless than an hour after hed dumped me, hed asked Emma to homecoming. Shed accepted with a plan for revenge already half-plotted.
So Id come to the mall the weekend before the dance armed with my aunts credit card and Emmas good taste, prepared to dump a metaphorical shaker of salt over my slime-filled leech of an ex-boyfriend.
We should start with Emma stopped and gripped the brass rail, looking down at the food court on the lower level. Yum. Wanna split a soft pretzel first?
I knew from her tone that food wasnt what had caught her eye.
A level below us, two guys in green Eastlake High baseball caps were shoving two tables next to a third, where four girls from our school sat in front of an untouched pile of junk food. The guy on the left was a junior named
Nash Hudson, whose pick of the week Amber something-or-otherwas already seated. Showing up at homecoming with Nash would have been all the revenge I could ask for against Toby. But that wasnt gonna happen. I wasnt even a blip on Nash Hudsons social radar.
Next to Amber sat my cousin, Sophie; I would have recognized the back of her head anywhere. After all, that was the part of her I saw most.
How did Sophie get here? Emma asked.
One of the other dancing monkeys picked her up this morning. Shed been ignoring me consistently mercifullysince dance-team tryouts a month earlier, when shed become the only freshman member of the varsity dance team. Aunt Vals picking her up in about an hour.