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scanned his hard-planed face in thought before running a hand down the skirt of her torn dress. Apathy was so totally not her thing, especially if she was called out, and Kellen was definitely calling.
    But who knew how long she could sustain herself on this plane before she had to go back, and if she went back, what if she couldn’t return? For once in her forever-and-a-day-long life, she wasn’t going to be impulsive. Time management was prudent. Rather than cocking both barrels, she loaded just one with a curt, but evenly voiced reply. “Here’s the skinny. I don’t care a whole lot what you think about where, who, or what I’ve been doing since that night in Nebraska, Kellen. Just do me a favor. Tell Delaney if I could have come sooner, I would have . Nothing would have kept me from reassuring her I was okay.”
    A dark eyebrow rose in skepticism. “Except something did.”
    Oh, an assload of “somethings” did. “Yep.”
    “And that’s all you have to say? After three months, that’s all you have to offer?”
    Her nod was stiff. “Yeah. I think that covers it.”
    Or not. “Where the hell have you been, Marcella, and how could you have waited this long to get word to Delaney? Jesus, she’s been sick about you, and you show up here after three solid months of worry like it’s no big deal.”
    Hah. In the scheme of deals being big, getting here had to be bigger than the one made for the Brooklyn Bridge. But why waste the effort of explaining that to him? After ten years of beat-down after beat-down because she was a bottom-feeding demon, she was officially all outta piss and vinegar where Kellen and his demon scorn were concerned.
    It dawned on her that Darwin was right. She was giving up. Or had she already? But was that such a bad thing? She’d fought the good fight for seventy-six years, and it had landed her on a plane with a bunch of souls who didn’t know where they wanted to spend eternity.
    There were pluses to that. The king of evil was no longer a threat to her earthbound privileges. She didn’t have those anymore because she’d been dismissed from his army of ass lickers. He couldn’t take away what she didn’t have. She didn’t have to keep her goings-on on the down-low anymore, either. If the price of peace and quiet was a shitload of whiny souls on said plane while she rested up after her madcap demonicness, it was no big thang for her. She had no torturous choices to make like the others did. Thus she could soul-watch and kick back.
    So now what she really wanted was to crawl back to her plane and be left alone. If her answer was anything less than passionate, so be it. “It’s like I said, Kellen. If I could have contacted her, I would have, okay? But despite the fact that it’s been longer than the allotted time you would dub suitable, I’m here now. Just tell her I’m fine. Everything’s fine. And that I love her, and hope that she and Clyde have one baby for every mutt she owns.”
    The left corner of his mouth lifted with an almost smile. His hands, hands that had been clenched, relaxed. “She’s doing really great, you know.”
    That thing in her chest Darwin had called shriveled jerky shifted, and she knew it wasn’t just because Delaney was faring well. The right corner of her mouth lifted, too. “There isn’t a single thing in this entire world that could make me happier than hearing D’s doing great. She deserves great. The greatest. And now I have to go.” She frowned. The trouble was, how did she go? When she’d been a demon, hopping from place to place was the matter of a snap of her fingers. Fuck. Ghosts had different protocol. And had she attended the “Don’t Find Yourself Stranded” class, she’d know exactly how to get back to her plane. A dramatic exit might be out.
    “Hold the hell on. Why won’t you tell me where you’ve been, for Christ’s sake? She deserves to know. Despite that Uriel’s reassurances, Delaney’s spent three months worrying