Praise for the novels of
New York Times bestselling author
RACHEL VINCENT
âTwilight fans will love it.â âKirkus Reviews on My Soul to Take
âA high-octane plot with characters you can really care
about. Vincent is a welcome addition to this genre!â Kelley Armstrong on Stray
âI liked the character and loved the action. I look
forward to reading the next book in the series.â Charlaine Harris on Stray
âFans of those vampires will enjoy this new
crop of otherworldly beings.â âBooklist
âMy Soul to Take grabs you from the very beginning.â âSci-Fi Guy
âWonderfully written characters ⦠A fast-paced,
engrossing read that you wonât want to put down. A story that I wouldnât mind sharing with my pre-teen ⦠A book like this is one of the reasons that I add authors to my auto-buy list. This is definitely a keeper.â âTeensReadToo.com
Thanks first of all to my editor, Mary-Theresa Hussey, who knew just what this book needed. Her suggestions challenged me to find better solutions, and the book is so much better for it.
Thanks to Natashya Wilson, for so much enthusiasm and support.
Rinda Elliot, for the lightning-fast critique, and for being the first to love Sabine.
Thanks to #1, who made fajitas and helped me figure out how to hurt a hellion.
Thanks to Ally, Jen, Melissa, Kelley, and everyone else in the YA community for advice, camaraderie, and for making me feel so welcome.
And most of all, thank you to the readers who have given Kaylee and her friends a place in this world. Without you, none of the rest of it would matter.
BY THE TIME the second semester of my junior year began, Iâd already faced down rogue grim reapers, an evil entertainment mogul, and hellions determined to possess my soul. But I never would have guessed that the most infuriating beast of all, I had yet to meet. My boyfriendâs ex-girlfriend was a thing of nightmares. Literally.
âI WONâT BITE.â Nash looked up at me with a green bean speared on his fork, and I realized I was staring. Iâd stopped on the bottom step, surprised to see him at school, and even more surprised to see him sitting alone at lunch, outside in the January cold, where Iâd come to get away from the gossip and stares in the cafeteria.
Obviously heâd had the same idea.
I glanced over my shoulder through the window in the cafeteria door, looking for Emma, but she hadnât shown up yet.
Nash frowned when he noticed my hesitation. But I wasnât worried about him. I was worried about me. I was afraid that if I got within touching distance of himâwithin reach of the arms that had once been my biggest comfort and those gorgeous hazel eyes that could read me at a glanceâthat I would give in. That I would forgive, even if I couldnât forget, and that would be bad.
I mean, it would feel good, but that would be bad.
The past two weeks had been the most difficult of my life. In the past few months alone, Iâd survived horrors most sixteen-year-old girls didnât even know existed. But a couple of weeks without Nashâour entire winter vacationâhad nearly been enough to break me.
Whoever said it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved was full of crap. If Iâd never loved Nash in the first place, I wouldnât know what I was missing now.
âKaylee?â Nash dropped his fork onto his tray, green bean untouched. âI get it. Youâre not ready to talk.â
I shook my head and set my tray on the table across from his, then sank onto the opposite bench. âNo, I just ⦠I didnât think youâd be here.â I hadnât gone to see him, because that would have been unfair to us bothâbeing together, when we couldnât really be together. But I knew heâd been very sick from withdrawal, because my father, of all people, had called regularly to check on him.
And based on his brief reports, withdrawal from Demonâs Breathâknown as frost, in human circlesâwas hell on earth.
âAre you ⦠okay?â I asked, poking at runny spaghetti sauce with my own fork.
âBetter.â He shrugged. âStill working toward okay.â
âBut youâre well enough for school?â
Another shrug. âMy mom was giving me a sedative made from some weird Netherworld plant for a while, to help with the shakes, but it just made me sleep all the time. Without dreams,â he added, when he saw my horrified expression. The hellion whose breath heâd been huffing had communicated with Nash through his dreams sometimes. And through me, the rest of the time. By hijacking my body while I slept.
Iâd been willing to work through the addiction with Nashâafter all, it was my fault heâd been exposed to Demonâs Breath in the first place. But his failure to stop the serial possession of my bodyâor even tell me it was happeningâwas the last straw for me. I couldnât be with him until I was sure nothing like that would ever happen again.