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Luce chose a desk close to the windows, between Jasmine and a cute boy-next-door kind of guy who was wearing cuto s, a Dodgers cap, and a navy sweatshirt. A few girls stood clustered near the door to the bathroom. One of them had curly hair and boxy purple glasses. When Luce saw the girls pro le, she nearly bolted from her seat.
Penn.
But when the girl turned toward Luce, her face was a little squarer and her clothes were a little tighter and her laugh was a little louder and Luce almost felt like her heart was wilting. Of course it wasnt Penn. It never would be, ever again.
Luce could feel the other kids glancing at her--some of them outright stared. The only one who didnt was Shelby, who gave Luce an acknowledging nod.
It wasnt a huge class, just twenty desks arranged on the risers, facing the two long mahogany tables at the front. There were two dry-erase white boards behind the tables. Two bookshelves on either side. Two trash cans. Two desk lamps. Two laptops, one on each table. And the two teachers, Steven and Francesca, huddled near the front of the room, whispering.
In a move Luce wasnt expecting, they turned and stared at her too, then glided to the tables. Francesca sat on top of one, with one leg tucked beneath her and one of her high heels skimming the wood oor. Steven leaned against the other table, opened a heavy maroon leather portfolio, and rested his pen between his lips. For an older man, he was good-looking, sure, but Luce almost wished he werent. He reminded her of Cam, and of how deceptive a demons charm could be.
She waited for the rest of the class to take out textbooks she didnt have, to plunge into some reading assignment shed be behind on, so she could surrender to feeling overwhelmed and just daydream about Daniel.
But none of that happened. And most of the kids were still sneaking glances at her.
"By now you must all have noticed that were welcoming a new student. " Francescas voice was low and honey-thick, like a jazz singers.
Steven smiled, showing a ash of brilliant white teeth. "Tell us, Luce, how are you liking Shoreline so far?"
The color drained from Luces face as the other students desks made scraping sounds on the oor. They were actually turning in their seats to focus on her.
She could feel her heart race and her palms grow damp. She shrank in her seat, wishing she were just a normal kid at a normal school back home in normal Thunderbolt, Georgia. At times over the past few days, shed wished shed never seen a shadow, never gotten into the kind of trouble that left her dear friends dead, or got her involved with Cam, or made it impossible for Daniel to be near her. But there was where her anxious, tumbling mind always came to a full stop: How to be normal and still have Daniel? Who was so very far from normal. It was impossible. So here she was, sucking it up.
"I guess Im still getting used to Shoreline. " Her voice wobbled, betraying her, echoing o the sloped ceiling. "But it seems all right so far. "
Steven laughed. "Well, Francesca and I thought to help you get used to it, wed change gears from our usual Tuesday-morning student presentations--"
From across the room, Shelby hooted, "Yes!" and Luce noticed that she had a stack of notecards on her desk and a big poster at her feet that read APPARITIONS AINT SO BAD. So Luce had just gotten her out of a presentation. That had to be worth something in roommate points.
"What Steven means," Francesca chimed in, "is that were going to play a game, as an icebreaker. " She slid down from her table and walked around the room, heels clicking as she distributed a sheet of paper to each student.
Luce expected the chorus of groans that those words usually evoked from a classroom of teens. But these kids all seemed so agreeable and well- adjusted. They were actually just going to go with the ow.
When she laid the sheet on Luces desk, Francesca said, "This should give you an idea of who some of your classmates are, and what goals we work toward in this class. "
Luce looked down at the paper. Lines had been drawn on the page, piding it into twenty boxes. Each box contained a phrase. It was a game Luce looked down at the paper. Lines had been drawn on the page, piding it into twenty boxes. Each box contained a phrase. It was a game shed played before, once at summer camp in western Georgia as a little kid, and again a couple of times in her classes at Dover. The object was to go around the room and match a di erent student with each phrase. Mostly, she was relieved; there were de nitely more embarrassing icebreakers out there. But when she looked more closely at the phrases--expecting normal things like "Has a pet turtle" or "Wants to go skyping someday" --she was a little unnerved to see things like "Speaks more than eighteen languages" and "Has visited the outerworld. "
It was about to be painfully obvious that Luce was the only non-Nephilim in the class. She thought back to the nervous waiter who had brought her and Shelby their breakfast. Maybe Luce would be more comfortable among the scholarship kids. Beaker Brady didnt even know hed dodged a bullet.
"If no one has questions," Steven said from the front of the room, "youre welcome to begin. "
"Go outside, enjoy yourselves," Francesca added. "Take all the time you need. "
Luce followed the rest of the students onto the deck. As they walked toward the railing, Jasmine leaned over Luces shoulder, pointing a green- lacquered ngernail at one of the boxes. "I have a relative whos a full-blooded cherub," she said. "Crazy old Uncle Carlos. "
Luce nodded, like she knew what that meant, and jotted in Jasmines name.
"Ooh, and I can levitate," Dawn chirped, pointing to the top left corner of Luces page. "Not, like, a hundred percent of the time, but usually after Ive had my co ee. "
"Wow. " Luce tried not to stare--it didnt seem like Dawn was making a joke. She could levitate?
Trying not to show that she was feeling more and more inadequate, Luce searched the page for something, anything she knew anything about.
Has experience summoning the Announcers.
The shadows. Daniel had told her the proper name for them that last night at Sword & Cross. Though shed never actually "summoned" them --theyd always just shown up--Luce did have some experience.
"You can write me in there. " She pointed to the bottom left corner of the paper. Both Jasmine and Dawn looked up at her, a little awed but not disbelieving, before moving on to ll in the rest of their sheets. Luces heart slowed down a little. Maybe this wasnt going to be so bad.
In the next few minutes she met Lilith, a prim redhead who was one of three Nephilim triplets ("You can tell us apart by our vestigial tails," she explained. "Mines curly"); Oliver, a deep-voiced, squat boy who had visited the outerworld on summer vacation last year ("So totally overrated I cant even begin to tell you"); and Jack, who felt like he was on the cusp of being able to read minds and thought it would be all right if Luce wrote him down for that. ("I sense that youre okay with that, am I right?" He made a gun out of his ngers and clicked his tongue. ) She had three boxes left when Shelby tugged the paper out of her hands.
"I can do both of these," she said, pointing at two of the boxes. "Which one do you want me for?"
Speaks more than eighteen languages or Has glimpsed a past life.
"Wait a minute," Luce whispered. "Youve . . . you can glimpse past lives?"
Shelby waggled her eyebrows at Luce and dashed her signature into the box, adding her name in the "eighteen languages" box for good measure. Luce stared at the paper, thinking about all her own past lives and how frustratingly o -limits they were to her. She had underestimated Shelby.
But her roommate was already gone. Standing in Shelbys place was the boy shed sat next to inside the classroom. He was a good half foot taller than Luce, with a bright, friendly smile, a splash of freckles on his nose, and clear blue eyes. Something about him, even the way he was chewing on his pen, looked . . . sturdy. Luce realized this was a strange word to describe someone shed never spoken to, but she couldnt help it.
"Oh, thank God. " He laughed, smacking his forehead. "The one thing I can do is the one thing yo
u have left. "
" `Can re ect a mirror image of self or others?" Luce read slowly.
He tossed his head from side to side and wrote his name in the box. Miles Fisher. "Real impressive to someone like you, Im sure. "
"Um. Yeah. " Luce turned away. Someone like her, who didnt even know what that meant.
"Wait, hey, where are you going?" He tugged her sleeve. "Uh-oh. You didnt catch the self-e acing joke?" When she shook her head, Miless face fell. "I just meant, compared to everyone else in the class, Im barely hanging on. The only person Ive ever been able to re ect other than myself was my mom. Freaked my dad out for about ten seconds, but then it faded. "
"Wait. " Luce blinked at Miles. "You made a mirror image of your mother?"
"By accident. They say its easy to do with the people you, like, love. " He blushed, the faintest rosy pink across his cheekbones. "Now youre going to think Im some kind of mamas boy. I just mean `easy is about where my powers end. Whereas you--youre the famous Lucinda Price. " He waved his hands in a very masculine version of spirit ngers.
"I wish everyone would stop saying that," she snapped. Then, feeling rude, she sighed and leaned against the decks railing to look out at the water. It was just so hard to process all these hints that other people here knew more about her than she knew about herself. She didnt mean to take it out on this guy. "Im sorry, its just, I thought I was the only one barely hanging on. Whats your story?"
"Oh, Im what they call `diluted, " he said, making exaggerated air quotes. "Mom has angel in her blood a few generations back, but all my other relatives are mortal. My powers are embarrassingly low-grade. But Im here because my parents endowed the school with, um, this deck youre standing on. "
"Whoa. "
"Its really not impressive. My familys obsessed with me being at Shoreline. You should hear the pressure I get at home to date a `nice Nephilim girl for once. " Luce laughed--one of the rst real laughs shed had in days. Miles rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "So, I saw you having breakfast with Shelby this morning. She your roommate?"
Luce nodded. "Speaking of nice Nephilim girls," she joked.
"Well, I know shes kind of, um . . . " Miles hissed and made a clawing motion with one hand, causing Luce to crack up again. "Anyway, Im not the star student here or anything, but Ive been around a while, and half the time I still think this place is pretty crazy. So if you ever want to have a very normal breakfast or something--"
Luce found herself bobbing her head. Normal. Music to her mortal ears.
"Like . . . tomorrow?" Miles asked.
"That sounds great. "
Miles grinned and waved goodbye, and Luce realized that all the other students had already gone back inside. Alone for the rst time all morning, she looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand, unsure how to feel about the other kids at Shoreline. She missed Daniel, who could morning, she looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand, unsure how to feel about the other kids at Shoreline. She missed Daniel, who could have decoded a lot of this for her if only he hadnt been--where was he, anyway? She didnt even know.