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Too far away.
She pressed a nger to her lips, remembering his last kiss. The incredible embrace of his wings. She felt so cold without him, even in the California sunshine. But she was here because of him, accepted into this class of angels or whatever they were--complete with her bizarre new reputation--all thanks to him. In a weird way, it felt good to be connected to Daniel so inextricably.
Until he came for her, it was all she had to hold on to.
Chapter Three
SIXTEEN DAYS
"Okay, hit me, whats the weirdest thing about Shoreline so far?"
It was Wednesday morning before class, and Luce was seated at a sunny breakfast table on the terrace, sharing a pot of tea with Miles. He was wearing a vintage yellow T-shirt with a Sunkist logo on it, a baseball cap pulled down just above his blue eyes, ip- ops, and frayed jeans. Feeling inspired by the very relaxed dress code at Shoreline, Luce had swapped out her standard black getup. She was wearing a red sundress with a short white cardigan, which felt kind of like the rst day of sunshine after a long stretch of rain.
She dropped a spoonful of sugar into her cup and laughed. "I dont even know where to start. Maybe my roommate, who I think snuck in just before sunrise this morning and was gone again before I woke up. No, wait, its taking a class taught by a demon-and-angel couple. Or"--she swallowed--"the way kids here look at me like Im some legendary freak. Anonymous freak, I got used to. But notorious freak--"
"You are not notorious. " Miles took a giant bite of his croissant. "Im gonna tackle those one at a time," he said, chewing.
As he dabbed the side of his mouth with his napkin, Luce half-marveled, half-chuckled at his occasionally impeccable table manners. She couldnt help picturing him taking some fancy etiquette course at the golf club as a boy.
"Shelbys rough around the edges," Miles said, "but she can be cool, too. When she feels like it. Not like Ive ever witnessed that side of her. " He laughed. "But thats the rumor. And the Frankie/Steven thing weirded me out at rst, too, but somehow they make it work. Its like a celestial balancing act. For some reason having both sides present gives students here the most freedom to develop. "
There was that word again. Develop. She remembered that Daniel had used it when he rst told her he wouldnt be joining her at Shoreline. But develop into what? It could only apply to the kids who were Nephilim. Not Luce, who was the lone full human in her class of almost-angels, waiting until her angel felt like swooping back in to save her.
"Luce," Miles said, interrupting her thoughts. "The reason people stare at you is because everyones heard about you and Daniel, but no one knows the real story. "
"So instead of just asking me--"
"What? Whether you two really do it on the clouds? Or whether his rampant, ya know, `glory ever overwhelms your mortal"--he stopped, catching the horri ed look on Luces face, then gulped. "Sorry. I mean, youre right, they let it blow up into some big myth. Everyone else, that is. I try not to, um, speculate. " Miles put down his tea and stared at his napkin. "Maybe it feels too personal to ask about. "
Miles shifted his gaze and was now staring at her, but it didnt make Luce feel nervous. Instead, his clear blue eyes and slightly lopsided smile felt like an open door, an invitation to talk about some of the things she hadnt been able to tell anyone yet. As much as it sucked, Luce understood why Daniel and Mr. Cole had forbidden her to reach out to Callie or her parents. But Daniel and Mr. Cole were the ones who had enrolled her at Shoreline. They were the ones whod said shed be okay here. So she couldnt see any reason to keep her story a secret from someone like Miles. Especially since he already knew some version of the truth.
"Its a long story," she said. "Literally. And I still dont know all of it. But basically, Daniel is an important angel. I guess he was kind of a big deal before the Fall. " She swallowed, not wanting to meet Miless eyes. She felt nervous. "At least, he was until he fell in love with me. "
It all began to pour out of her. Everything from her rst day at Sword & Cross, to how Arriane and Gabbe took care of her, to how Molly and Cam taunted her, to the gut-wrenching feeling of seeing a photograph of herself in a former life. Penns death and how it devastated her. The surreal battle in the cemetery. Luce left out some of the Daniel details, private moments theyd shared together . . . but by the time she nished, she thought shed given Miles a pretty complete picture of what had happened--and hopefully dispelled the myth of her intrigue for at least one person.
At the end, she felt lighter. "Wow. Ive never actually told this stu to anyone. Feels really good to say it aloud. Like its more real now that Ive admitted it to someone else. "
"You can keep going if you want to," he said.
"I know Im only here for a short time," she said. "And in a way, I think Shoreline will help me to get used to people--I mean angels like Daniel. And Nephilim like you. But I still cant help feeling out of place. Like Im posing as something Im not. "
Miles had been nodding and agreeing with Luce the whole time she told her story, but now he shook his head. "No way--the fact that youre mortal makes the whole thing even more impressive. "
Luce glanced around the terrace. For the rst time, she noticed a clear line piding the tables of the Nephilim kids from the rest of the student body. The Nephilim claimed all the tables on the west side, closest to the water. There were fewer of them, no more than twenty, but they took up a lot more tables, sometimes with just one kid at a table that could have seated six, while the rest of the kids had to cram into the remaining east- side tables. Take Shelby, for example, who sat alone, battling the erce wind over the paper she was trying to read. There was a lot of musical chairs, but not one of the non-Nephilim seemed to consider crossing over to sit with the "gifted" kids.
Luce had met some of the other non-gifted kids yesterday. After lunch, classes were held in the main building, a much less architecturally impressive structure where more traditional subjects were taught. Biology, geometry, European history. Some of those students seemed nice, but Luce felt an unspoken distance--all because she was on the gifted track--that thwarted the possibility of a conversation.
"Dont get me wrong, Ive gotten to be friends with some of those guys. " Miles pointed to a crowded table. "Id pick Connor or Eddie G. for a game of touch football any day over any of the Nephilim. But seriously, do you think anyone over there could have handled what you did, and lived to tell about it?"
Luce rubbed her neck and felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. Miss Sophias dagger was still fresh in her mind, and she could never think about that night without her heart aching over Penn. Her death had been so senseless. None of it was fair. "I barely lived," she said softly.
"Yeah," Miles said, wincing. "That part I heard about. Its weird: Francesca and Steven are big on teaching us about the present and the future, but not really the past. Something to do with empowering us. " but not really the past. Something to do with empowering us. "
"What do you mean?"
"Ask me anything about the great battle thats coming, and the role a strapping young Nephilim like myself might play in it. But the early stu you were talking about? None of the lessons here ever really go into that. Speaking of which"--Miles pointed at the terrace, which was emptying out--"we should go. You want to do this again sometime?"
"De nitely. " And Luce meant it; she liked Miles. He was much easier to talk to than anyone else shed met so far. He was friendly and had the kind of sense of humor that put Luce instantly at ease. But she was distracted by something hed said. The battle that was coming. Daniel and Cams battle. Or a battle with Miss Sophias group of Elders? If even the Nephilim were preparing for it, where did that leave Luce?
Steven and Francesca had a way of dressing in complementary colors that made them look better out tted for a photo shoot than a lecture. On Luces second day at Shoreline, Francesca was wearing three-inch golden gladiator heels and a mod pumpkin-colored A-line dress. It had a loose bow around her nec
k and matched, almost exactly, the orange tie that Steven wore with his ivory oxford shirt and navy blazer.
They were stunning to look at, and Luce was drawn to them, but not exactly in the couples-crush way Dawn had predicted the day before. Watching her teachers from her desk between Miles and Jasmine, Luce felt drawn to Francesca and Steven for reasons closer to her heart: They reminded her of her relationship with Daniel.
Though shed never seen them actually touch, when they stood close together--which was almost always--the magnetism between them practically warped the walls. Of course that had something to do with their powers as fallen angels, but it must also have had to do with the unique way they connected. Luce couldnt help resenting them. They were constant reminders of what she couldnt have right now.
Most of the students had taken their seats. Dawn and Jasmine were going on to Luce about joining the steering committee so she could help them plan all these amazing social events. Luce had never been a big extracurricular girl. But these girls had been so nice to her, and Jasmines face looked so bright when she talked about a yacht trip they were planning later that week that Luce decided to give the committee a chance. She was adding her name to the roster when Steven stepped forward, tossed his blazer on the table behind him, and wordlessly spread his arms out at his sides.
As if summoned, a shard of deep black shadow seemed to part from the shadows of one of the redwoods right outside the window. It peeled itself o the grass, then took substance and whipped into the room through the open window. It was quick, and where it went the day blackened and the room fell into darkness.
Luce gasped out of habit, but she wasnt the only one. In fact, most of the students inched back nervously in their desks as Steven begin to twirl the shadow. He just reached his hands in and began wrenching faster and faster, seeming to wrestle with something. Soon the shadow was spinning around in front of him so quickly it went blurry, like the spokes of a turning wheel. A thick gust of mildewy wind was emitted from its core, blowing Luces hair back from her face.
Steven manipulated the shadow, arms straining, from a messy, amorphous shape into a tight, black sphere, no bigger than a grapefruit.
"Class," he said, coolly bouncing the levitating ball of blackness a few inches above his ngers, "meet the subject of todays lesson. "
Francesca stepped forward and transferred the shadow to her hands. In her heels, she was nearly as tall as Steven. And, Luce imagined, she was just as skilled at dealing with the shadows.
"Youve all seen the Announcers at some point," she said, walking slowly along the half-moon of student desks so they could each get a better look. "And some of you," she said, eyeing Luce, "even have some experience working with them. But do you really know what they are? Do you know what they can do?"
Gossips, Luce thought, remembering what Daniel had told her the night of the battle. She was still too new to Shoreline to feel comfortable calling out the answer, but none of the other students seemed to know. Slowly she raised her hand.