little prodding to get her there sometimes.
“Good.” He turned his head toward me just for a second before looking back at the road. “I can’t believe it’s you in there. Earlier that face looked like it wanted to kill me.”
“She felt ambushed. The song...”
“Did you like it?”
“I did. Lark felt like it was an accusation.”
“It kind of was. She put you through something terrible.”
“She thought she was insane, Kevin. Living with me made her feel that way.” I couldn’t have expected him to understand.
His jaw tightened. “No. She let people make her feel that way. I know what that’s like, and it’s not your fault.”
He was sweet, but he really didn’t understand. “We can’t be friends if you hate her.” It hurt to say the words.
“I don’t hate her. I just think she made some bad choices.”
It sounded like something Lark would have said. As much as I liked him, this was my sister we were discussing. He had to be an only child, because he obviously didn’t know that the only person who could say anything bad about Lark was me. “She didn’t do it to hurt me. She did it so we could be together.” I had never told anyone that. In fact, Lark and I had only ever talked about it once—shortly after she cut herself. There had been that brief moment when we had actually been together behind the veil. She’d been dead for a few seconds.
It had been wonderful. I never had and never would tell her just how much. Lark and I could touch, but there was always this invisible barrier between us. We were in different worlds, even if they overlapped. To have her with me finally was incredible—and wrong. She didn’t belong in my world, and I couldn’t have let her stay.
Kevin glanced at me again. “Okay.” He only said that one word, but it seemed to mean so much more than that. I smiled.
“Can I...?” I swallowed. “Can I touch you?”
The car swerved as he jerked his head toward me, then back again. “Now?” His voice was strained.
“I just want...” I leaned over and wrapped one of his curls around my finger. His hair was silky, springy—exactly like I’d hoped it would be. I laughed. “I’ve never felt hair other than Lark’s before.”
And this was different from when Lark was awake and I shared her body. Despite the heavy limbs and awkwardness of them, they felt like mine. I was in control, not my sister, and it...it was wonderful. And strange. So strange.
I pulled my hand away, but he caught it and twined his fingers with mine. His hand was warm. Strong. My heart slammed hard against my ribs. Was I going to vomit, or burst into song? I couldn’t tell.
And it wasn’t my heart, not really. It was Lark’s heart. I had to remember that. This wasn’t my body. In this realm I didn’t have a body. I wasn’t real.
But I let Kevin hold Lark’s hand all the way to his house anyway.
LARK
My eyes opened. The first face I saw other than my sister’s belonged to Mace. Funny, but his face was the last thing I remembered seeing before I passed out. God, that vision of Wren eating eyeballs had been gross. Not something I ever wanted to see again.
“Where am I?” I demanded. “Whose bed is this? And why do I smell toothpaste?” I swear on her grave my sister blushed.
Kevin’s freakishly curly head appeared over Mace’s shoulder. “You’re at my house. My bed.”
Well, ew.
“You fainted,” my sister informed me. “I had to wear you for a bit—there was a police officer.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again.
“It’s okay,” Wren continued, strangely giddy. “They know about me. We’re friends.”
At the same time, I heard Roxi say, “Your sister possessed you when the cop showed up. It was awesome.”
Oh, great. Okay, so Wren possessing me seemed to convince everyone that I’d be on board with helping them, but what the hell had my sister done while running around in my body? I glanced at Kevin, my gaze narrow. She better not have made out with him. I sat up. My head swam a little. I reached out to steady myself, my hand clamping on to something warm and hard.
It was Mace’s shoulder. As soon as my brain settled I jerked my hand away.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded, avoiding his gaze. He needed to go away. He was too much of a distraction for me. I couldn’t seem to think around him. All I could think about was that he’d seen me at my weakest, and I could never change that. I owed him my life, and I couldn’t change that, either. That meant that regardless of what I thought of the others, I had to help him. I had to do everything in my power to save him. I might be a living, breathing girl, but I knew ghosts—I could fight them and hurt them—and I had one on my side.
So, I was going to walk into an asylum. A haunted one. I wanted to mention—just in case there was any confusion on the subject—that asylums and hospitals and jails didn’t have one ghost, or even half a dozen ghosts. Most of them, especially the old ones, could have hundreds of ghosts. When I was thirteen my parents took me—and Wren—to London. The Tower of London freaked me out. Wren had to return to the Shadow Lands—where she lived when she wasn’t with me—because the ghosts wouldn’t leave her alone.
There was a different energy to ghosts when they were in this world. The ones that stayed here had issues, and they were agitated, while Shadow Land ghosts were generally more calm. At least that was what Wren told me. I wasn’t there long enough to find out for myself, not really. But the Shadow Lands was like a stepping-stone between dimensions—a place between earth and Heaven, reincarnation...whatever.
“What happened to you earlier?” Roxi asked. She was perched on the dresser near the foot of the bed. Mace and Sarah were on the edge of the bed and Gage and Ben stood against the far wall. My sister was with Kevin. I didn’t like that very much, but at least he wasn’t looking at me like I was Hitler. In fact, he seemed really confused when he looked at me.
Oh, God. She’d made out with him. Didn’t she? She was so lucky she was already dead.
“I don’t know,” I told her honestly. “I had some kind of vision.”
“Of what?” It was Kevin who asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“It could help us.”
I scowled. “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But it could help,” he insisted.
I clenched my jaw. “It won’t.” I gave him a look that said if he pushed it I’d punch him in the face.
Instead of continuing the argument,
