matchmaking auras. âWhat about car accidents and stuff? Youâre not saying soul collectors are in the car with those people, are you? I mean, theyâd get hurt too.â
âNo, in accidental deaths like that, the soul is thrown out of the body. Then Iâd get a message telling me to hurry over there to collect the soul before it wanders away.â
âWanders away?â he repeated. âLikeâ¦like the soul goes to haunt people?â
Lena shook her head. âIt can get confused and drift around, thatâs all. If it gets too far away from the spot where it died and a soul collector canât find it, then soul hunters get involved.â
âLike ghost hunters?â
âNo, not ghosts,â Lena insisted. âGhosts are only in the movies. These are souls that arenât where theyâre supposed to be.â
âYou really donât like things you canât explain, do you?â Marcus asked. âLove. Ghosts. I bet you donât even believe that four-leaf clovers bring luck.â
âTheyâre genetic mutations,â she said with a shrug. âHow about you? What does a matchmaker do?â
He explained how the energy was a type of magnet that pulls two people together so they can get to know each other better. Then he told her how the first couple heâd ever matched had had a strong spark right away and how that spark had gotten even stronger the more time they had spent together, a sure sign that they were going to last.
When he was done, Lena let out a long sigh. âI guess that really is what happened to Mrs. Katz today. Iâd been hoping whatever went wrong was something else, something that wouldnât mess up her life.â
âMess it up by making her fall in love instead of making her die ?â Marcus asked in disbelief.
âI donât make people die. Itâs part of life. It happens.â
âWell, so does love. Matchmakers only help it along. Thatâs why we canât make people fall in love whenever we want.â No matter how much Marcus had wished over the past few months that he could have âzappedâ Lena with a little love jolt and made her like him, he knew it would do no good. The manual was clear that if you used the abilities for personal gain, theyâd backfire.
âIâll have to check on Mrs. Katz later and make sure sheâs okay,â said Lena.
âWhy wouldnât she be okay? Sheâs probably happier than sheâs ever been.â
âMaybe she is now,â said Lena, âbut wait until the whole love cloud wears off. Then sheâll be miserable.â
Marcus couldnât believe how negative Lena was about this whole matchmaking thing. Heâd always known she was matter-of-fact. That was one of the things he liked about herâalong with her silky hair and her calm way of listening to people, even when they were shy like he was and never knew the right thing to say. When theyâd worked on their math project together last spring, sheâd been open to his ideas but had still kept them on track so they were done in no time. It was strange the things he was finding out about her now that they were together.
He sucked in a breath. Wait. Were they together? Theyâd kissed three times in the past twenty-four hours, after all. Granted, all three of those kisses had happened because of other people telling them what to do, but it still had to mean something, didnât it? Grandpaâs book would certainly say they were âgoing steady.â
He peered at Lena as she steered her bike down the street, mumbling lines from the play under her breath again. Maybe there was a reason behind all this power-swapping business. Maybe this was the universeâs weird way of finally making Lena notice him.
âWhy are you staring at me?â she asked suddenly, coming to a stop.
Marcus blinked. âOh. Sorry. I guess I wasâ¦wondering