My Soul to Keep
RACHEL VINCENT
Praise for the novels of New York Times bestselling author
RACHEL VINCENT
“Twilight fans will love it.”
Kirkus Reviews on My Soul to Take
“A high-octane plot with characters you can really care about. Vincent is a welcome addition to this genre!”
Kelley Armstrong on Stray
“I liked the character and loved the action. I look forward to reading the next book in the series.”
Charlaine Harris on Stray
“Highly recommended for adults and teens alike.”
—Book Bitch
“Fans of those vampires will enjoy this new crop of otherworldly beings.”
—Booklist
“My Soul to Take grabs you from the very beginning.” —Sci-Fi Guy
“Wonderfully written characters … A fast-paced, engrossing read that you won’t want to put down.
A story that I wouldn’t 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.”
—TeensReadToo.com
Also available from Rachel Vincent
Published by
Soul Screamers
MY SOUL TO TAKE
MY SOUL TO SAVE
Coming soon …
MY SOUL TO STEAL
Visit www.miraink.co.uk
To Amy, Michelle and Josh. My memories of you from high school make the nonfantasy elements of Kaylee’s life feel so real to me …
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thanks most of all to No.1, who takes over so many real-life duties so I can live and work in my own little world.
Thanks to Rinda Elliott, for one honest opinion after another, to the Deadline Dames, for camaraderie, and to Jocelynn Drake and Kim Haynes, for friendships I grow more grateful for every year.
Thanks, as always, to my agent, Miriam Kriss, for making things happen.
And thank you to my editor, Mary-Theresa Hussey, and to Elizabeth Mazer and everyone else behind the scenes. Without your patience and enthusiasm, this book would never have made it on to the shelf.
1
THE WHOLE THING STARTED with a wasted jock and a totaled car. Or so I thought. But as usual, the truth was a bit more complicated… .
“So, HOW DOES IT FEEL to be free again?” Nash leaned against my car, flashing that smile I couldn’t resist. The one that made his dimples stand out and his eyes shine, and made me melt like chocolate in the sun, in spite of the mid-December chill.
I sucked in a deep, cold breath. “Like I’m seeing the sun for the first time in a month.” I pushed my car door closed and twisted the key in the lock. I didn’t like parking on the street; it didn’t seem like a very safe place to leave my most valuable possession. Not that my car was expensive, or anything. It was more than a decade old, and hardly anything to oooh over. But it was mine, and it was paid for, and unlike some of my more financially fortunate classmates, I’d never be able to afford another one, should some idiot veer too close to the curb.
But Scott Carter’s driveway was full long before we’d arrived, and the street was lined with cars, most much nicer than mine. Of course, they all probably had more than liability coverage… .
Fortunately, the party was in a very good section of our little Dallas suburb, where the lawn manicures cost more than my father made in six months.
“Relax, Kaylee.” Nash pulled me close as we walked. “You look like you’d rather gouge your own eyes out than hang for a couple of hours with some friends.”
“They’re your friends, not mine,” I insisted as we passed the third convertible on our way to the well-lit house at the end of the cul-de-sac, already thumping with some bass-heavy song I couldn’t yet identify.
“They’d be yours if you’d get to know them.”
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure the glitter-and-gloss throng is waiting for me to give them a chance.”
Nash shrugged. “They know all they need to know about you—you’re smart, pretty, and crazy in love with me,” he teased, squeezing me tighter.
I laughed. “Who started that vicious rumor?” I’d never said it, because as addictive as Nash was—as special as he made me feel—I wasn’t going to toss off words like love and forever until I was sure. Until I was sure he was sure. Forever can be a very long time for bean sidhes, and so far his track record looked more like the fifty-yard dash than the Boston marathon. I’d been burned before by guys without much staying power.
When I looked up, I found Nash watching me, his hazel eyes swirling with streaks of green and brown in the orange glow from the streetlights. I almost felt sorry for all the humans who wouldn’t be able to see that—to read emotion in another’s eyes.
That was a bean sidhe thing, and easily my favorite part of my recently discovered heritage.
“All I’m saying is it would be nice to get to hang out with my friends and my girlfriend at the same time.”
I rolled my eyes again. “Oh, fine. I’ll play nice with the pretty people.” At least Emma would be there to keep me company—she’d started going out with one of Nash’s teammates while I was grounded. And the truth was that most of Nash’s friends weren’t that bad. Their girlfriends were another story.
Speaking of bloodthirsty hyenas …
A car door slammed in the driveway ahead and my cousin, Sophie, stood next to Scott Carter’s metallic-blue convertible, her huge green eyes shadowed dramatically by the streetlight overhead. “Nash!”
