“We can pick up that thread when we’re done here,” she said firmly. “Not before. If we start trying to say one life is more important than another, then we’re just as bad as the things you’ve let loose in this world.”
His lip curled. “I suppose I shouldn’t have expected you to understand.”
“I understand completely. You want us to help you because you want to be free to move on, rather than being bound to this world. And we will help you — but we have to help Kayla first.”
As Audrey had expected, these words didn’t appear to sit well with the astral-Whitcomb. His black eyes glittered, and he said, “She’s beyond help.”
“No one’s beyond help,” Audrey said, then added, “Not even you.”
Even as the words left her mouth, a gale of a wind came out of nowhere, catching at the skirts of his lon
