“What’s the agreement?”
“We agreed not to tell you,” he said mysteriously.
“Why?”
“Don’t worry about it, okay?” he said soothingly. “He does still get into my head sometimes, though,” Fin continued, more seriously.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ll be doing something he strongly disapproves of, and then before I know it, I’m driving through Montana wondering why I left you after Holly’s funeral.” He opened Eureka’s door and waved her in.
Pausing in the doorway, Hailey looked at him with an open-mouthed frown.
“He made you leave me?”
Fin shrugged. “I told you. He’s an ass.”
“Did Asher ever tie your soul?” asked Hailey heavily, and she pressed her hands to her stomach.
“No, actually,” Fin said, raising his eyebrows. “He untied it—well, he taught me how to untie it—it was years ago—probably sorry he ever did too,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t get me wrong, Hailey, he’s a monster, but he has done a few good deeds during his time on Earth,” he said grudgingly.
Still Hailey held her stomach.
“Hey,” he said, bumping her shoulder as they came to Eureka. “Why so glum?”
“Who tied your soul, Fin?”
“Adalwolf,” he said simply. He opened his mouth to say something she couldn’t wait to hear, but he snapped it shut again when they reached the third-floor landing. Jaw set, he surveyed his broken door and glanced inside his room.
Stooping to peek under his shoulder, Hailey saw what looked like the aftermath of a grenade blast where Fin’s room should have been.
“Giselle!” he yelled, his face going red, and Giselle sulked, arms folded, into the hallway to meet him.
“What?” she barked.
Fin pointed at his door, which hung crooked, attached to the frame by one hinge.
“Fix that door,” he said to her through clenched teeth, and then he pointed inside his room. “And clean up that mess.”
“No,” she said, crossing her arms again like a spoiled brat.
Fin grabbed her by her ear, and she whimpered.
“Do you want to spend another semester in the cage?” he threatened.
“No!” she yelled back at him, still sounding slightly petulant.
“Then fix that mess, go to your room, sit on your bed, and read your magazine.”
“Fine!” she spat, and Fin let her go.
Giselle stomped inside Fin’s room, and Hailey had no idea how, but she created a small tornado. Standing in the center of it, Giselle lifted her arms as her gray hair whipped around in all directions. When she dropped her arms again, the wind died, and Fin’s room was back in order. On her way out, she kicked the door, which creaked and cracked and righted itself onto its hinges.
“Good job,” Fin said like an impatient father. “Now get the hell out of here, Satan.”
He turned to Hailey as Giselle stormed off.
“Holy crap,” Hailey breathed.
