Rachel Vincent - My Soul to Keep (Soul Screamers, Book 3)

Harmony had said it wasnt possible. That moving between worlds required intent, in addition to the bean sidhe wail. Did this mean I secretly wanted to cross over?

If so, Id certainly been keeping a secret. Even from myself.

My immediate concern was getting out of the Netherworld before something predatory came along to eat me. And in the Netherworld, that could be anything.

But when I called forth my wail, nothing came out but a soft, hoarse croak.

Id lost my voice screaming my way into the Netherworld, and now I had no way out.

Praise for the Soul Screamers series by New York Times bestselling author RACHEL VINCENT

Twilight fans will love it.

Kirkus Reviews

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 wont want to put down. A story that I wouldnt mind sharing with my preteen 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

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New York Times bestselling author Rachel Vincent

Published by Harlequin Teen

Soul Screamers

MY SOUL TO TAKE

MY SOUL TO SAVE

And dont miss the special eBook prequel

MY SOUL TO LOSE

Published by MIRA Books

The Shifters

STRAY

ROGUE

PRIDE

PREY

SHIFT

and

ALPHA

(coming October 2010)

MY SOUL TO KEEP

RACHEL VINCENT

To Amy, Michelle and Josh.

My memories of you from high school make the nonfantasy elements of Kaylees life feel so real to me.

Contents

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 couldnt 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 Im seeing the sun for the first time in a month. I pushed my car door closed and twisted the key in the lock. I didnt like parking on the street; it didnt 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, Id never be able to afford another one, should some idiot veer too close to the curb.

But Scott Carters driveway was full long before wed 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 youd rather gouge your own eyes out than hang for a couple of hours with some friends.

Theyre 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 couldnt yet identify.

Theyd be yours if youd get to know them.

I couldnt help rolling my eyes. Yeah, Im 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 youyoure smart, pretty, and crazy in love with me, he teased, squeezing me tighter.

I laughed. Who started that vicious rumor? Id never said it, because as addictive as Nash wasas special as he made me feelI wasnt 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. Id 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 wouldnt be able to see thatto read emotion in anothers eyes.

That was a bean sidhe thing, and easily my favorite part of my recently discovered heritage.

All Im 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. Ill play nice with the pretty people. At least Emma would be there to keep me companyshed started going out with one of Nashs teammates while I was grounded. And the truth was that most of Nashs friends werent 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 Carters metallic-blue convertible, her huge green eyes shadowed dramatically by the streetlight overhead. Nash! She smiled at him, ignoring me in spite of the fact that wed shared a home for the past thirteen of her fifteen years, until my dad had moved back from Ireland in late September.

Or maybe because of that.

Can you give me a hand? As we stepped onto the driveway, she rounded the end of her boyfriends car in a slinky, sleeveless pink top and designer jeans, a case of beer clutched awkwardly to her chest. Two more cases sat at her feet, and I glanced around to see if any of the neighbors were watching my fifteen-year-old cousin show off an armload of alcoholic beverages. But the neighbors were probably all out, spending their Saturday evening at the theater, or the ballet, or in some restaurant I couldnt even afford to park near.

And most of their kids were at Scotts house, waiting for us to come in with the beer.

Nash let go of me to take the case from Sophie, then grabbed another one from the ground. Sophie beamed at him, then shot a haughty sneer at my plain jacket before turning on one wedge-heeled foot to strut after him.

I sighed and picked up the remaining box, then followed them both inside. The front door opened before Nash could pound on it, and a tall, thick senior in a green-and-white-letter jacket slapped Nashs shoulder and took one of the cases from him. Nash twisted with his empty arm extended, clearly ready to wrap it around me, but found Sophie instead. He sidestepped herignoring her plump-lipped poutand took the case from me, then stood back to let me go in first.

Hudson! Scott Carter greeted Nash, shouting to be heard over the music. He took one of the cases and led us toward a large kitchen crowded with bodies, scantily clad and shiny with sweat. In spite of the winter chill outside, it was hot and humid indoors, the hormone level rising with each new song that played.

I took off my jacket, revealing my snug red blouse, and almost immediately wished I could cover myself back up. I didnt have much to show off, but it was all now on display, thanks to the top Emma had picked out for me that afternoon, which suddenly seemed much more daring than it had in the privacy of my own room.

Nash set the remaining case of beer on the counter as Scott slid the first one into the refrigerator. Kaylee Cavanaugh, Scott said when he stood, having apparently noticed me for the first time. He eyed me up and down while I resisted the urge to cross my arms over my chest. Lookin good. He glanced from me to Sophie, then back, while my cousin tried to fry me alive with the heat of her glare. Im starting to see the family resemblance.