stares directly into my eyes.
Chapter 4
Maybe I shouldâve killed Barnaby when Jess told me to.
I know thatâs a terrible thought, and I would never do itâI couldnât do it when I was instructed toâbut thatâs all Iâve been thinking about since I caught him staring at me. My brother knows that I was with Jess the night that she was killed, the night the so-called Full Moon Killer first appeared, and heâs always suspected that I know more than what my father told him about what happened that night and what I admitted to. Now that the W word and this news about Gallegos is spreading through town like rats running from a flood, maybe itâs triggered something; maybe heâs remembering things he didnât know he knew. Who knows, maybe Lubaâs filled him in on the parts of the curstory that I never want him to learn.
âThatâs a lot of maybes.â
My bedroom suddenly resembles the inside of a honey jar. Itâs been a while since Iâve had such a beautiful view, so I let the golden sunshine seep into my pores and warm me from the inside out. It floats through me like sundrenched blood until I feel as if my entire body is glowing from within, like the little piece of Jess that I carry inside of me suddenly exploded. Along with my anger.
âWell, itâs about time you showed up!â I yell.
Ignoring my outburst, but not my statement, Jess replies, âIâve been put on a short leash these days.â
Ignoring her excuse, I keep yelling. âLike you ever listen to what Mr. Dice has to say.â
âRespect, Dominysan,â she says. âThe man you call Mr. Dice is my mentor, my Sarutahiko, and he is in control of my free will.â
Sometimes even I have trouble speaking supernatural.
âFree will is immune to outside forces,â I explain. âThatâs why itâs called free.â
âFor mortals perhaps,â she states. âBut not Omikami.â
I peer deeper into the sunlight, and I see the change. Instead of hanging horizontally in the air or floating in her favorite yoga position, Jess is sitting at my desk looking at her reflection in the mirror. But before, when she would inspect her face in the mirror while she was alive, sheâd look unhappy or frustrated or as if she were searching for a way to fix things; now she looks as if sheâs staring at a stranger. As if the girl in the mirror is a recurring character in a dream she had when she was very young, and sheâs trying to recall it.
âJess,â I say. âWhatâs wrong?â
It takes her a few moments before she can move; she doesnât want to lose the connection to the girl staring back at her. Or the one that sheâs now facing.
âIâm sorry, Dom,â Jess says softly.
âFor what?â I reply, even though I know exactly what sheâs talking about. Sheâs sorry for abandoning me lately; sheâs sorry for leaving me on my own instead of coming to help me when I called out for her, when she shouldâve known that I needed her help. Sheâs sorry for not being a real friend. When she speaks, I realize that Iâm completely off base.
âFor telling you to kill Barnaby.â
Oh, that.
âI got a little too Omicocky and allowed myself to be tricked,â she says. âBy Nadine.â
I donât know why, but I grab hold of Jessâs hand. Iâm not sure if I need to touch her or if I need to reassure her that I donât blame her for what she said or what she told me to do. I didnât act on it; there was no way I could. Barnaby wasnât hurt in any way; he was never really in any danger, so thereâs nothing to be sorry about. Jess sees it differently.
âSaruta . . . Mister Dice warned me to be careful,â she shares. âBut I didnât listen. I didnât think I had to listen to anyone.â
Be careful of Nadine? Why would Jess have to be