Page 189 of Life and Death
I swallowed against the burn. It was bad, but not as bad as the rest of the fire I’d just left behind. The thirst-burn was always there, and it got worse when I focused on it, but there were so many other things to focus on. “Yes, when I think about it.”
Edythe squared her shoulders. “If you want to do this first, that’s fine, too.”
I looked at her. I was obviously missing something. “Do this? Do what?”
She stared at me for a second, her eyes doubtful. Suddenly she threw her hands up. “You know, I really thought that when your mind was more similar to mine, I’d be able to hear it. I guess that’s never going to happen.”
“Sorry.”
She laughed, but there was an unhappy note in the sound. “Honestly, Beau.”
“Can you please give me a clue as to what we’re talking about?”
“You wanted us to be alone,” she said, like this was an explanation.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Because you had some things you wanted to say to me?” She braced her shoulders again, tensing like she was expecting something bad.
“Oh. Well, I guess there are things to say. I mean, there’s one important thing, but I wasn’t thinking about that.” Seeing how frustrated she was by whatever misunderstanding was happening, I was totally honest. “I wanted to be alone with you because . . . well, I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to do this hunting thing in front of Eleanor,” I confessed. “I figured there was a good chance I would screw something up, and I don’t know Eleanor all that well yet, but I have a feeling she would find that pretty funny.”
Her eyes got wide. “You were afraid Eleanor would laugh at you? Really, that’s all?”
“Really. Your turn, Edythe. What did you think was happening?”
She hesitated. “I thought you were being a gentleman. I thought you preferred to yell at me alone rather than in front of my family.”
I froze up again. I wondered if that was going to happen every time I was surprised. It took me a second to thaw out.
“Yell at you?” I repeated. “Edythe—oh! You’re talking about all that stuff you were saying in the car, right? Sorry about that, I—”
“Sorry?Whaton earthare you apologizing for now, Beau Swan?”
She looked angry. Angry and so beautiful. I couldn’t guess why she was worked up. I shrugged. “I wanted to tell you then, but I couldn’t. I mean, I couldn’t even really concentrate—”
“Ofcourseyou couldn’t concentrate—”
“Edythe!” I crossed the space between us in one invisibly fast stride and put my hands on her shoulders. “You’ll never know what I’m thinking if you keep interrupting me.”
The anger on her face faded as she deliberately calmed herself. Then she nodded.
“Okay,” I said. “In the car—I wanted to tell you then that you didn’t need to apologize, I felt horrible that you were so sad. This isn’t your fault—”
She started to say something, so I put my finger over her lips.
“And it isn’t all bad,” I continued. “I’m . . . well, my head is still spinning and I know there are a million things to think about and I’m sad, of course, but I’m also good, Edythe. I’m always good when I’m with you.”
She stared at me for a long minute. Slowly, she raised her hand to pull my finger away from her mouth. I didn’t stop her.
“You aren’t angry at me for what I’ve done to you?” she asked quietly.
“Edythe, you saved my life! Again. Why would I be angry? Because of thewayyou saved it? What else could you have done?”
She exhaled, almost like she was mad again. “How can you . . . ? Beau, youhaveto see that this is all my fault. I haven’t saved your life, I’ve taken it from you. Charlie—Renée—”
I put my finger over her mouth again, and then took a deep breath. “Yes. It’s hard, and it’s going to be hard for a long time. Maybe forever, right? But why would I put that on you? Joss is the one who . . . well, who killed me. You brought me back to life.”
She pushed my hand down. “If I hadn’t involved you in my world—”
