Bridge of Souls (City of Ghosts #3)

But there’s no way to know what the future holds, and even if there were, I wouldn’t want to know

“Be safe,” I say.

“Be smart,” she answers.

She shoots Jacob a look. “And try to stay out of trouble.”

“Be safe,” I say.

“Be smart,” she answers.

“That’s what it means to be alive. Every day, whether you’re a regular person or an in-betweener. You run as long as you can, but Death always catches up.”

Eventually, it will come back and try again. That’s what Death does.”

“Well, honorary member, until I turn sixteen. But I’ll work on that. As I explained to Renée, death doesn’t discriminate between young and old, so why should they? So what if I’m twelve?”

“It’s okay, Cass,” says Dad, pulling me close. “Things can be repaired. People are harder to fix.

Lucas flashes a quiet smile. “If history teaches us anything,” he says, “it’s how to live in the present.”

“Rule number eighty-one of friendship,” he answers. “Friends don’t let friends get murdered by horrifying skull monsters on the bridge between the Veil and the place beyond.”

“You belong to Death,” says the Emissary in a voice like smoke rising from a fire. Like steam hissing from the lid of a pot. “And we will take you back.”