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She brushed the hot pink streak back from her eyes. For a moment, Jacob was speechless, mulling over Mara's profound history. When it was clear the silence was making her uncomfortable, he searched for something to say.

"You could've just kept the kitchen knife."

Mara squinted her eyes in his direction. "What?"

"Instead of buying the pajamas, you could've bought a kitchen knife."

"Do you have a problem with the pineapple under the sea, Lau."

"In fact I do. I think it's like crack for third graders."

"Nice."

In the quiet that followed, they both tried to squelch a wave of giggles. "You called SpongeBob crack," Mara said, laughing.

Jacob stood. "Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep."

"Okay. See you in the morning," she said. "Oh, and Jacob?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sure everything will be alright with Malini. She'll understand."

"I hope you're right."

He climbed the staircase, hoping he could be a friend to Mara. After all she'd been through, she needed one.

Chapter 10

Planning Committee

Malini tossed her orange tray down across from Jacob and Dane. At some point during the school year, they'd migrated to Dane's table with Amy Barger and Phillip Westcott. When Amy broke up with Dane, she defected to Jacob and Malini's old table with her girlfriends. Phillip, who had never fully accepted the Dane-Jacob friendship, remained at the table but he and Mike perched on the end with a full two-person gap between his section and theirs. It was pretty clear that there was still a line in the sand. Dane was just on the other side of it.

"Good news, Jacob. I think my dad is ready to break the un-grounding me. At breakfast, I mentioned studying together this week and he didn't freak out," Malini said.

"So, he said yes?"

"Not exactly. He sort of tilted his head to the side. But it wasn't a no." She grinned, taking a bite of her salad.

"How was Springfield?"

"Good actually. My Dad and I hardly fought at all."

"Cool."

"By the way, thank you for coming by Saturday night."

"You're welcome," Dane and Jacob said together.

Malini looked back and forth between the two of them. "I meant Jacob, Dane."

 "Oh," Dane said. "Sorry… I thought, because I was there and you were still grounded…"

"I came by anyway," Jacob said, curtly. "Later." He gave Dane some seriously hostile eye contact.

"Will you guys chill? Please?" Malini asked. "Can you come by again, tonight, Jake?" Malini asked.

"I don't think I can," Jacob said. "Something happened Saturday night. Something I need to tell you about."

Malini leaned forward just as Dane did until she realized Phillip had stopped eating and was watching them suspiciously.

"Maybe there's a better place for this conversation," Malini whispered, tilting her head in Phillip's direction.

Jacob became interested in his meatloaf. Dane shifted in his seat. The instant quiet was as cagey as the huddling. Thankfully, Dane came up with alternative conversation.

"Have you guys thought about prom?" he asked, louder than necessary.

"Do we need to think about it now? It isn't until May, right?" Malini said, rolling her eyes. Jacob glared at her. It was a sore subject.

"True, but it's the end of March. They're starting the planning committee. I thought we could all, you know, work on it together."

Jacob pressed a finger to his lips and squinted at Dane incredulously.
"You
want to join the prom committee?"

Thinking it was a joke, Malini burst out laughing, but stopped when she noticed the look on Dane's face.

He lowered his voice again, a blush forming on his cheeks. "Since I broke up with Amy, there's no one to go with. The committee would be an excuse for me to be there alone. You know, you guys have each other but I'm kind of on my own here."

"Don't be ridiculous." Malini said. "You're the most popular boy in our class."

Dane swallowed a gulp of his lemonade. "Not anymore."

Jacob and Malini's exchanged looks. It was true. Befriending them had cost him his reputation.

"Prom committee sounds fun," Malini said. When Jacob didn't say anything she kicked him under the table.

A grin stretched across Jacob's face. "Prom committee? I was planning on joining before you asked."

Dane snickered. "Thanks, you two. The first meeting is Thursday."

Jacob reached for Malini's hand. "Speaking of meeting, McNaulty's after school? I have to talk to you."

"Sure, but it will have to wait until four. I'm working in the lab for Mrs. Jacques."

"My God, Malini. How many jobs do you have?"

"Counting my fake job with Dr. Silva and the part-time position with your uncle, three. My dad is loving it."

"Damn. Guess who's paying for prom tickets?" Jacob said.

Malini kicked him again beneath the table.

"Ow!  That one really hurt."

"So, am I invited to this super secret meeting?" Dane asked.

Jacob stuffed his mouth full of meatloaf. It was obvious he was avoiding the question, Malini felt obligated to answer. Dane was part of this whether Jacob wanted to admit it or not, and he had every right to know. "Yes, Dane. I'm sure if Jacob has anything to tell me, he needs to tell you too. You're as much a part of this as I am."

The look Jacob shot her told her he didn't agree, but he didn't say anything to the contrary.

"Cool. I'll see you there."

Dane grinned like he'd just won some huge contest. Malini wondered if he realized the only prize when it came to dealing with Watchers was surviving.

Chapter 11

Anatomy & Physiology

"What are we doing today?" Malini asked Mrs. Jacques. The science lab was deserted and her voice seemed unnaturally loud in the empty room.

"First things first, I need you to clean off the lab tables. Anything that looks valuable, you can put in the lost and found basket by the window. Otherwise, throw everything away and wipe down the tables with this disinfectant."

Malini wedged a roll of paper towels under her arm and picked up the bottle of blue liquid.

"When you're done with that," Mrs. Jacques continued, "place one dissection kit at each pair of seats." She opened the top of a large cardboard box that sat on her desk and started pulling out items. "There are three things in here: the tray, the instruments, and the frogs. Please cut open the instruments but leave them in the bag so none of the pins get lost. Don't cut open the frogs or the entire room will smell like formalin."

A wave of nausea rushed over Malini. Her face must have paled because Mrs. Jacques snorted. "Are you okay? Don't worry. They're not gross or anything. In fact, this company preserves them so well, they almost look alive." She pulled a shrink-wrapped frog from the box. It did look alive but for some reason this was not a comfort to Malini.

"I can do it," Malini forced herself to say. In her head, she was planning to use the chemistry tongs to carry the frogs by the corner of their packaging. No way was she touching those things.

"Good, because you'll be dissecting one in Anatomy and Physiology tomorrow. Might as well get comfortable with the idea." Mrs. Jacques flashed a sardonic smile as if she found her student's discomfort with dissection both ridiculous and amusing.

Malini responded by heading to the first table and clearing it of the used paper towels, pencils, and scratch paper that had been left behind. She tossed everything in the garbage before spraying and wiping down the table.

"Looks like you've got it under control. I'll be grading papers in the teacher's lounge if you need me." She picked up her stack of work and shouldered her way out the door. It swung shut behind her.

"Right," Malini said, finally free of Mrs. Jacques watchful eye. "Sure, I'll handle your dead frogs for you. Why, I love the feel of plastic wrapped amphibian in the afternoon." She rolled her eyes toward the door.

She made short work of the clean up. Then, she doled out the trays and instruments as instructed. The frogs she left for last. Using chemistry tongs, she lifted each one out of the box by the plastic corner, flipping them onto the dissection trays one by one. Unfortunately, the plastic was slippery enough that it became like a game, trying to get the frogs into the trays before the weight of the animal slipped her grip. She was fine for the first several tables but on the last one, furthest from the door, the specimen slipped and landed in a rubbery splat on the tile floor. Sighing, she abandoned the tongs and decided to put her big girl panties on. She picked it up with her hands.

She was surprised how fake it felt resting in her palm, the plastic wrap a barrier against the dead thing underneath. It was sad, really. In the wild, when a thing died, it decayed and became food for other living things. The great circle of life. This was permanently dead—preserved in a state that should have been transitional. She wasn't sure why it bothered her now. She'd dissected things before and understood the importance. There wouldn't be doctors without dissection. But for some reason this particular frog made her stomach sink.

Her palm tingled. Maybe her hand was falling asleep? Malini tried to dump the frog onto the last tray but the plastic wrap stuck to her skin. She gave it a shake. Sweat beaded around the plastic. She shook her hand again, harder. The frog didn't fall to the table. The tingle advanced to a burning sensation.  At first it was minor, like a sunburn, but soon it felt like someone was holding her hand to a hot skillet. Her skin was on fire.

She tugged franticly at the plastic. It didn't come easily. A patch of skin from the heel of her hand ripped away. Blisters formed near the edge of the packaging. The plastic bubbled against her palm. The chemicals used to preserve the frog must have somehow leached out of the bag!

Bolting toward the sink, she cranked the water and flushed her hand. She screamed as the spray hit her injured skin. Hot and cold comingled painfully in her palm and the plastic oozed from her hand, taking a layer of skin with it. Red and blistered, black burnt-looking skin edged the wound. The cold water helped. The burning pain turned into a dull ache, just as Mrs. Jacques burst through the science room door.

"I heard a scream! Malini, are you alright?" she asked.

"I...I...," Malini began over her shoulder but as she looked down into the basin she couldn't finish her sentence. For one, her hand was completely healed and…and…"The frog is alive!"

Mrs. Jacques ran to her side, shutting off the water and rubbing her back. "It's okay, Malini. Take a deep breath." The teacher inhaled sharply. Next to a mangled piece of plastic the grass green frog leapt repeatedly into the shiny stainless steel wall of the sink, not only alive but vigorous.

"Oh my God. I have never seen such a thing in my twenty years of teaching. That company is going to hear from me!" She handed Malini a paper towel. "I know it's upsetting dear. To think they've packaged an animal alive. It's horrific. I can't believe the poor thing survived."

Malini's eyes turned toward the other frogs, the ones on the trays. She searched for any sign of movement, anything to help her believe the frog had been alive in the package the whole time.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll check the rest of them. Hopefully it's an isolated incident. You'd better go home. You look woozy. Do you want me to call your father to come pick you up?"

Malini shook her head. "No, I'm fine Mrs. Jacques," she forced herself to say. "But I think I will go, if it's okay with you."

"Of course."

Malini backed through the door, twisting the paper towel between her fingers. Alone in the hallway, she looked down at her palm, pain-free beneath the paper. Her skin was its usual shade, perfectly healed.

"Shit, this is not...right," she said under her breath and bolted out the door. She had to find Jacob and talk to Dr. Silva. This wasn't normal. It definitely wasn't natural. But Malini was afraid to even consider what it might mean.

Chapter 12

McNaulty's

Malini entered McNaulty's all but running to her usual booth. She came up behind Jacob just as he was finishing a sentence. She didn't hear what he had said but his voice was raised and Dane's jaw was clenched.

"What's going on here?" Malini slid in next to Jacob.

Dane answered. "I asked Jacob if he'd like for me to take you to the prom if your dad didn't allow him to take you. He wasn't keen on the idea."

"Hell no, I'm not
keen
on it," Jacob said.

Malini held up her hand. "Stop! First of all, this conversation is just stupid.  It's much too early to be worrying about prom. Second, something's happened that's much more important!" Malini thrust her hand out palm up between them.

There was a pause as the boys looked at her hand.

"What? What is it, Malini?" Jacob whispered. He slid his hand into hers.

"My…my hand was burnt and now it's not...and there was a frog. I'm sure it was dead and now it's alive. There's something wrong with me or maybe this is it. Maybe this is how I'm a Soulkeeper."

"Slow down, Malini," Dane said. "Tell us what happened."

"I was in the lab. I was holding a dead frog, one of the shrink wrapped ones Mrs. Jaques buys for dissection. My hand started to burn and the plastic wrap melted and then the frog jumped away. My hand was burnt, red and black and covered with blisters. Look it's healed." She let go of Jacob's hand and thrust it out again. "What do you think it means?"

Jacob ran his hand through his hair and exchanged glances with Dane.

"Maybe her power is fire?" Dane whispered. "Like maybe you guys balance each other. You're water and she's fire. Sharkboy and Lavagirl." He laughed.

"It's not funny, Dane," Malini said.

"Gideon did say we were drawn together, spirit to spirit. Maybe that's what he was sensing, that our powers would balance each other," Jacob said.