The Life After Trilogy: Soul Taken / Soul Possessed / Soul Betrayed. Katlyn Duncan

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СКАЧАТЬ couldn’t handle the death after so many years and opted to be Recycled. I, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with returning to the Living, hence our familiar tone.

      The other Caelestium continued on with their work but the other Collectors and Guard paused whatever they were doing and stared at the confrontation. I scanned the room and, with each soul I claimed in my gaze, they scrambled either out of the room or down to their desks, pretending to do work.

      “Let’s speak in my office,” he said.

      Aaron’s grin made my hands itch. I stepped closer to him; his body swayed.

      “Now,” Felix said.

      I glared at Aaron. “This isn’t over.” I followed Felix to his office.

      Felix closed the door behind me, tuning out all sounds from the main office. He walked to the opposite end of the office and stood at the open space where in the Living Realm a window might be. In the After, the temperature remained clement and unchanging. And even though we were high off the ground, there wasn’t a need to have a fear of falling, especially for us souls. It’s not like we could die twice.

      “Aaron?” I spat. “Out of everyone.” Including me. “You chose him? Dylan or half of the other trainees would have been a better choice. How was he even in the running? I thought you were going to Recycle him.”

      “I considered your request but this position fits him well.”

      “How?” I charged to his side and stared up at him. “He couldn’t even take one life successfully; how can you trust him to do anything for the Guard?”

      “You are finished.”

      I flailed my arms up, slapping them at my side. “Hardly!”

      Felix’s eyes darkened. “I’m not asking. I’m telling.”

      I pressed my lips together. We stood in silence, staring into the sprawling After. Bright pinks and purples streaked across the endless sky. Collectors and Guards wandered the streets below.

      “Not every soul is made for this life,” Felix said suddenly. “But every soul is given a choice. Aaron’s lack of Collecting abilities didn’t make him not meant for life here. His compassion for humans and their well-being are a few of the essentials that all the Guard possess.”

      “Yet his skills at doing a simple Collection didn’t disqualify him? He couldn’t even transition to G7 properly; how is he supposed to be in charge of a human life?”

      “His unwillingness to take life is a strength of his.” Felix turned the full force of his gaze on me.

      “So my willingness to take life is a weakness? You need Collectors!”

      “The role of Soul Collector is extremely important, and you do it with efficiency and grace. But the Guard works differently. Most of the time they work as a team.”

      “I can work as a team,” I said. “I work as a team every day training the new recruits.”

      “And you are a great trainer but when you are finished do you make time to interact with them outside of a mission?”

      I crossed my arms. “When I’m done training I have my own cases.”

      “Because you requested to have more,” he said. “Maggie, I’m not putting anyone’s job at a higher level than the other. All are cut from different cloth. Just as Aaron wasn’t meant for Soul Collecting, you…”

      “That job was mine,” I said through gritted teeth. “My record is perfect and I deserved that job; you’d said so yourself.”

      “Things change,” he said, his golden gaze trained on mine.

      No way was this conversation over. The most recent Guard that underwent the Recycling process, Ani, had said I was a shoo in for the job. I thought his recommendation had meant something.

      “What changed in the week from Ani’s Recycling? You’d said I could have the position if I kept my record—”

      “Your record is far from perfect,” Felix snapped.

      I clenched my jaw. “I think you should reconsider counting the trainees’ record against mine. It’s not my fault that they don’t listen. It’s not fair. Not for this position. I deserve it.”

      “Please enlighten me,” Felix said.

      I straightened and ticked the reasons off my fingers. “I am a hard worker. I get the job done quickly and efficiently. I take on more cases than half the team. And besides the blemishes that you insist on counting against me, I do have a perfect record.”

      “Those are all great qualities for a Soul Collector, but not one for a Guard.” Felix moved away from me toward his desk. “Aaron is more suited to the position. And maybe if you show me something different, when the next spot opens up I might consider you.”

      I balked. “When will that be? In my hundred years under your service there hasn’t been a single promotion.”

      Felix said nothing.

      “So that’s it?” I said.

      “I’ve made my decision,” he said.

      Conversation over.

      I clenched my jaw. “If I work harder to fit into your idea of a Guard, I want to know that you are going to actually consider me.”

      Or else what was the damn point of all this? I might as well be Recycled if there wasn’t any point to working so hard. I could be an idiot like Aaron and get the job no problem.

      “If you can show me that you are capable of the job, then I’ll consider it.”

      That was the best I was going to get at that moment. The Caeleste could be quite stubborn.

      “You might start your new attitude by congratulating Aaron,” he said.

      I gave him a tight-lipped smile and exited the office and stormed out.

      Yeah, right, congratulate that buffoon. Not if my entire after-life depended on it. Aaron might have won that round but round two was all mine.

      I marched down one of the hallways that branched off the main office, toward my private one. I passed the Guard suite, where Aaron stood in the middle of a group of Guard. He shook their hands and some even patted him on the back. His stupid grin widened as he spoke to them. I didn’t bother listening. He was probably telling them one of his lame jokes. I had to listen to them for quite some time during his training. I’d never get that time back.

      I continued down the hallway past the Trainee suite. I nearly passed it but stopped and stood by the door, listening to the laughter behind it. I homed in on Dylan’s giggle. Maybe I could work on my social skills. I hesitated at the door, but a small chime rang from my office, signaling the arrival of my next assignment.

      Maybe next time, I thought.

      I opened the door to my office and my entire soul relaxed. It wasn’t as СКАЧАТЬ