CHAPTER 1
Ring, ring, ring. Five o’clock in the morning and my kitchen phone won’t shut the Hell up.
A dull ache of worry pulses through my drowsy brain. Someone calling at this hour? Most likely, it’s bad news.
I sleep-shuffle into the kitchen. Yawning, I pick up the receiver and set it to my ear. “Myla Lewis speaking.”
“Is this the Great Scala?” The voice is young, female, and borderline hysterical.
My anxiety level kicks up a notch. Based on that tone? Definitely bad news.
“Yup. That’s me.” I only gained my Scala powers a few months ago, but already, my old Myla Lewis self is fading into the background. People only want to talk to the Great Scala, the sole being who can move souls to Heaven or Hell. Most assume that Myla’s my nineteen-year-old secretary or something. It’s really w
