Chapter 56

“Never dead, Slate.” Rex was sweaty and pale. “Never dead. The cops are going to come after you,” he said. “They’re putting everything together. Watching you. They’ve already checked out the parachute, no doubt, when they recovered the body.”

“They recovered my body?” I kept forgetting I didn’t have my body. Unlike Liu, I was rather attached to my body. “It feels like my body.” Mystic seemed to think so, there in my palm. “It looks like my body. Maybe as immortals, we get a spare.” I figured I’d ask Delphine next time I saw her.

“I shouldn’t even be in the same room with you.” Rex’s anger exploded in a violent shove and drew my focus back to him and Shawn. “Tomorrow, after the funeral, maybe at the funeral, they’re going to haul your ass away.”

“They won’t know.” Shawn had fallen back onto the bed—the one that was supposed to be our bed—the one he and I hadn’t even gotten to share. “Fuck me.” His devil may care attitude seemed to fuel Rex’s rage and desperation.