Allie returned to the UPS truck, took one last breath of the flavorful June air, then pulled herself out of the delivery man. Ending a skinjacking was as unpleasant as beginning one, and sometimes a fleshie who fit too well was hard to escape from—especially when she’d stayed inside for a while. Fortunately the UPS man was not one of those. She was able to extricate herself without too much effort, peeling him off like a loose-fitting robe. She suffered a moment of vertigo, and the instinctive panic of spirit separating from flesh. She endured the transition, and when she opened her eyes, the living world had faded to blurred, washed-out hues. She was back in Everlost. Beside her, the deliveryman stumbled for a moment, quickly shook off his confusion, and went to deliver his package to the proper house, never knowing that he had been skinjacked.

“What happened?” Mikey asked, coming up to her. “Were they there? Did you talk to them?”

“They moved to Memphis,” she told him, still a bit dazed by it all.

Mikey sighed. “So … I suppose that means we’re going to Tennessee.”

She offered him an apologetic grin that wasn’t all that apologetic. It was disheartening to know that her home was no longer hers, and troubling to have so far to go until she could find out the truth. Yet there was relief in it as well … because Memphis was far, far away, and that meant she wouldn’t be losing Mikey so quickly! Looking at him now, he seemed taller. Majestic. There was a reason for that.

“You’re sinking,” Mikey said.

Laughing, Allie reached out to him. He took her hand gently but firmly, and eased her out of the ground.

They left, but as they did, Allie couldn’t help but look back toward the deliveryman, who was now heading back to his truck. She couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed the lingering sensation of flesh. Each time she skinjacked, it felt more and more seductive.

CHAPTER 5
Southern Discomfort