“In the ghost world? No. That, I’m afraid, is impossible.” She returned to the dais, but stayed in front of the wheel. “If there’s one thing you clearly understand, Eve, it’s the nature of a bargain. You give and you take, in even proportion. That’s what we can offer.”

The child Fate appeared. “Do you know the story of Persephone and Demeter?”

“A Greek myth to explain the seasons, I think,” I said.

“That’s right. Hades, Lord of the Underworld, wanted Persephone for his bride, so he stole her away. Her mother beseeched the gods for help, and they made a deal with Hades, that Persephone would spend summers on earth and winters in the underworld. How does that sound?” Her pretty face scrunched up. “Well, not exactly that, but something like it.”

Before we could answer, her middle sister took over.

“You now have a job to do, Eve, and we expect you to do it. You also have another life to lead, and we want you to do that. Half the year you will be with the angels, and half you will live here, with Kristof, as a ghost.”

I looked at Kristof. He smiled.

“We’ll take it.”

Epilogue

Epilogue

THE BIBLE TELLS US THAT GOD CREATED THE EARTH IN a week. I don’t know much about religious history, but I do remember that one. As for whether it’s true, I’ll leave that to the scholars. All I know is that a lot can happen in a week. You can go from being a ghost pining for your daughter to a heavenly bounty-hunter on the trail of a demi-demon killer. And you can go from reluctant crusader to full-time angel, locking yourself into an eternal contract as a protector of justice. And other times, the transition isn’t so obvious, but in its own way, just as life-altering.

It had been a week since I brought in the Nix. I was still in the ghost world—the Fates had given me one more month here, as I prepared for my passage to the angel world. I still didn’t know what to expect. I’d already sat through two days of orientation crap, but most of it had consisted of a list of rules too long for anyone without a full-blooded angel’s perfect memory…or, at least, that was the excuse I’d use when I started breaking them.

At the end of the week, the Fates gave Trsiel and me our first assignment. Nothing tough—just a routine rousting of some haunters, but with definite possibilities for fun. Before I embarked on that, though, there was something I had to do.