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"Of course were all going. " Miles grabbed Luces hand, pulling her to her feet and toward the door. "Why wouldnt we?"
This was the moment of choice: Luce could stay safely on campus the way Daniel (and Cam) had told her. Like a prisoner. Or she could walk out this door and prove to herself that her life was her own.
Half an hour later, Luce was staring, along with half of Shorelines student body, at a shining white 130-foot Austal luxury yacht.
The air up at Shoreline had been clearer, but down on the water at the marina adjacent to the docks, there was still a thin felt of fog left over from the day before. When Francesca descended from the bus, she muttered, "Enough is enough," and raised her palms in the air.
Very casually, as if she were pushing aside curtains from a window, she literally parted the fog with her ngers, opening up a rich plane of clear sky directly over the gleaming boat.
It was done so subtly, none of the non-Nephilim students or teachers could tell that anything other than nature was at work. But Luce gaped, not sure she had just seen what she thought she had seen until Dawn started clapping very quietly.
"Stunning, as usual. "
Francesca smiled slightly. "Yes, thats better, isnt it?"
Luce was beginning to notice all the small touches that could have been the work of an angel. The chartered coach ride had been so much smoother than the public bus shed taken in the rain the day before. The storefronts seemed refreshed, as if the whole town had gotten a new coat of paint.
The students lined up to board the yacht, which was dazzling in the way very expensive things were. Its sleek pro le curved like a seashell, and each of its three levels had its own broad white deck. From where they entered on the foredeck, Luce could see through the enormous windows into three plushly furnished cabins. In the warm, still sunshine down at the marina, Luces worries about Cam and the Outcasts seemed ridiculous. She was surprised to feel them melt away.
She followed Miles into the cabin on the second level of the yacht. The walls were a sedate taupe, with long black-and-white banquettes hugging the curved walls. A half dozen students had already thrown themselves down on the upholstered benches and were picking at the huge array of food that covered the co ee tables.
At the bar, Miles popped open a can of Coke, split it between two plastic glasses, and handed one to Luce. "So the demon says to the angel: `Sue me? Where do you think youre going to have to go to nd a lawyer? " He nudged her. "Get it? Cause lawyers are supposed to all . . . "
A punch line. Her mind had been elsewhere and shed missed the fact that Miles had even been telling a joke. She forced herself to crack up, laughing loudly, even slapping the top of the bar. Miles looked relieved, if not a little suspicious of her overblown reaction.
"Wow," Luce said, feeling crummy as she scaled back her fake laughter. "That was a good one. "
To their left, Lilith, the tall redheaded triplet Luce had met on the rst day of school, stopped the bite of tuna tartare on its way into her mouth. "What kind of lame half-breed joke is that?" She was scowling mostly at Luce, her glossy lips set in a snarl. "You actually think thats funny? Have you ever even been to the underworld? Its no laughing matter. We expect that from Miles, but I would have thought you had better taste. "
Luce was taken aback. "I didnt realize it was a question of taste," she said. "In that case, Im de nitely sticking with Miles. "
"Shhhh. " Francescas manicured hands were suddenly on both Luces and Liliths shoulders. "Whatever this is about, remember: Youre on a ship with seventy-three non-Nephilim students. The word of the day is discretion. "
That was still one of the weirdest parts about Shoreline as far as Luce was concerned. All the time they spent with the regular kids at the school, pretending they werent doing whatever it was they were actually doing inside the Nephilim lodge. Luce still wanted to talk to Francesca about the Announcers, to bring up what she had done earlier that week in the woods.
Francesca glided away and Shelby shoved up next to Luce and Miles. "Exactly how discreet do you think I need to be while giving seventy-three non-Nephilim swirlies in the cabin toilets?"
"Youre bad. " Luce laughed, then did a double take when Shelby held out her plate of antipasti. "Look whos sharing," Luce said. "And you call yourself an only child. "
Shelby jerked the plate back after Luce had helped herself to one olive. "Yeah, well, dont get used to it or anything. "
When the engine revved beneath their feet, the whole boatful of students cheered. Luce preferred moments like this at Shoreline, when she really couldnt tell who was Nephilim and who wasnt. A line of girls braved the cold outside, laughing as their hair tumbled in the wind. Some of the guys from her history class were getting a game of poker together in one corner of the main cabin. That table was where Luce would have expected to nd Roland, but he was conspicuously absent.
Near the bar, Jasmine was taking pictures of the whole scene while Dawn motioned to Luce, miming with a pen and paper in the air that they Near the bar, Jasmine was taking pictures of the whole scene while Dawn motioned to Luce, miming with a pen and paper in the air that they still had to write out their speech. Luce was heading over to join them when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Steven through the windows.
He was by himself, leaning against the railing in a long black trench coat, a fedora capping his salt-and-pepper hair. It still made her nervous to think of him as a demon, especially because she genuinely liked him--or at least, what she knew of him. His relationship with Francesca confused her even more. They were such a unit: It reminded her of what Cam had said the night before about him and Daniel not being all that di erent. The comparison was still nagging at her as she slid open the tinted-glass door and stepped out on the deck.
All she could see on the westward side of the yacht was the endless blue on blue of ocean and clear sky. The water was calm, but a brisk wind tore around the sides of the boat. Luce had to hold on to the railing, squinting in the bright sunlight, shielding her eyes with her hand as she approached Steven. She didnt see Francesca anywhere.
"Hello, Luce. " He smiled at her and took o his hat when she reached the railing. His face was tan for November. "How is everything?"
"Thats a big question," she said.
"Have you felt overwhelmed this week? Our demonstration with the Announcer didnt upset you too much? You know"--he lowered his voice--"weve never taught that before. "
"Upset me? No. I loved it," Luce said quickly. "I mean--it was di cult to watch. But also fascinating. Ive been wanting to talk about it with someone. . . . " With Stevens eyes on her, she remembered the conversation shed overheard her two teachers having with Roland. How it had been Steven, not Francesca, whod been more open to including Announcers in the curriculum. "I want to learn all about them. "
"All about them?" Steven tilted his head, catching the full sun on his already golden skin. "That could take a while. There are trillions of Announcers, one for almost every moment in history. The eld is endless. Most of us dont even know where to begin. "
"Is that why you havent taught them before?"
"Its controversial," Steven said. "There are angels who dont believe the Announcers have any value. Or that the bad things they often herald outweigh the good. They call advocates like me historical pack rats, too obsessed with the past to pay attention to the sins of the present. "
"But thats like saying . . . the past doesnt have any value. "
If that were true, it would mean that all of Luces former lives didnt add up to anything, that her history with Daniel was also worthless. So all shed have to go on was what she knew of Daniel in this lifetime. And was that really enough?
No. It wasnt.
She had to believe there was more to what she felt for Daniel: a valuable, locked-away history that added up to something bigger than a few nights of blissful kissing and a few more nights of arguing. Because if the past had no value, that was really all they had
.
"Judging from the look on your face," Steven said, "it seems like Ive got another one on my side. "
"I hope youre not lling Luces head with any of your devilish lth. " Francesca appeared behind them. Her hands were on her hips and a scowl was on her face. Until she started laughing, Luce had no idea she was teasing.
"We were talking about the shadows--I mean, the Announcers," Luce said. "Steven just told me he thinks there are trillions of them. "
"Steven also thinks he doesnt need to call a plumber when the toilet over ows. " Francesca smiled warmly, but there was an undercurrent in her voice that made Luce feel embarrassed, like shed spoken too boldly. "You want to bear witness to more gruesome scenes like the one we examined in class the other day?"
"No, thats not what I meant--"
"Theres a reason why certain things are best left in the hands of experts. " Francesca looked at Steven. "Im afraid that, like a broken toilet, the Announcers as a window on the past are just one of those things. "
"Of course we understand why you in particular might be interested in them," Steven said, drawing Luces full attention.
So Steven got it. Her past lives.
"But you must understand," Francesca added, "that glimpsing shadows is highly risky without the proper training. If you are interested, there are universities, rigorous academic programs, even, that I would be happy to talk to you about down the road. But for now, Luce, you must forgive our mistake for showing it prematurely to a high school class, and then you must leave it at that. "
Luce felt strange and exposed. Both of them were watching her.
Leaning over the railing a little, she could see some of her friends on the ships main deck below. Miles had a pair of binoculars pressed to his eyes and was trying to point something out to Shelby, who ignored him behind her giant Ray-Bans. At the stern, Dawn and Jasmine were seated on a ledge with Amy Branshaw. They were bent over a manila folder, making hurried notes.
"I should go help out with the welcome address," Luce said, backing away from Francesca and Steven. She could feel their eyes on her all the way down the winding staircase. Luce reached the main deck, ducked under a row of furled sails, and squeezed past a group of non-Nephilim students standing in a bored circle around Mr. Kramer, the beanpole-thin biology teacher, who was lecturing on something like the fragile ecosystem right below their feet.
"There you are!" Jasmine pulled Luce into their powwow. "A plan is nally taking shape. "
"Cool. How can I help?"
"At twelve oclock, were going to ring that bell. " Dawn pointed at a huge brass bell hung from a white beam by a pulley near the ships bow. "Then Im going to welcome everyone, Amys going to speak about how this trip came to be, and Jas is going to talk about this semesters upcoming social events. All we need is someone to say something environmentally friendly. " All three girls looked at Luce.
"Is this a hybrid yacht or something?" Luce asked.
Amy shrugged and shook her head.