CHAPTER 6
Another Intermission
I sat on my bed, clutching my messenger bag across my chest. Another soul swirled inside it. I thought about Austin. Ladouche was right—I had taken my second soul, yet I didn’t feel as bad. I hadn’t thought about the consequences while I was actually doing it. It was only when his soul left his body and entered my bag that I felt the grip of remorse.
Ladouche appeared on the bed next to me. He tried to put his arm around me, but I slapped it away. He appeared at the window and looked out at the sky, fingering his tie. “Still feeling remorse, eh? Only one soul left.”
“Who is it?”
A hologram of a young woman appeared in my dressing mirror; she wore a denim shirt and had long hair. She smiled, as if she loved to laugh.
“Shall I take you to her?”
“No,” I
