I could see it now: 'To whom it may concern: Evie has a rare condition in which she doesn't have enough of her own soul to live a normal life. And who knew how much longer I had left, anyway? What if I was expending the precious remnants of my soul on soccer? Here I was, standing like an idiot on a muddy field, while Lend was away at college.

'GREEN!' Carlee held out a hand and helped me up. However, the more Miss Lynn shouted it, the less I liked it. It seemed like such a cute last name when Lend made it up to fake my legal documents. 'Get off your butt and get back in the game!'Īh, Green. I was pretty sure that Miss Lynn had a deeper voice than my boyfriend. A familiar face, framed by long, dark hair, leaned over me. How mortifying.Īt last, blessed air filtered through. They had to start working at some point, right? Bright spots danced before my eyes and I could just see my obituary: Tragedy Strikes During Soccer. But why was I looking at the sky? Maybe it was connected to my sudden inability to breathe. I braced for impact.Īnd then I marveled at the clear blue autumn sky. The girl I was supposed to cover (a creature so hulking I swear she was a troll) charged toward me, steam practically flowing from her nostrils. We were playing soccer-without shin guards. Why had I ever wanted this? What was I thinking? Working at the International Paranormal Containment Agency might have been close to indentured servitude, and sure, I had some nasty run-ins with vampires and hags and creeptastic faeries, but that was nothing compared to the danger I faced now. My hand twitched at my side, reaching for the pink Taser I knew wasn't there. I was going to die a horrible, gruesome, painful death.

Supernaturally by kiersten white