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Enjoy breakfast! Francesca and Steven are big on teaching us about the present and the future, but not really the past. One night around dinnertime I was walking past your house. The shadow twitched under its tree branch but stayed put. The two become friends as Penn helps to clean Luce up. The thought of what she had to learn made his whole body tense up. She turned to face Luce.

Luce swallowed, folded her hands on her lap, and tried to think about Daniel. Daniel was taking her someplace safe. Luce pictured him waiting for her in one of those gray plastic airport chairs, elbows on knees, his blond head tucked between his shoulders.

Rocking back and forth in his black Converse sneakers. Standing up every few minutes to pace around the baggage carousel. There was a jolt as the plane touched down. Suddenly she was nervous. Would he be as happy to see her as she was to see him? She focused on the brown and beige pattern on the cloth seat in front of her.

Her neck felt stiff from the long flight and her clothes had a stale, stuffy airline smell. The navy-blue-suited ground crew outside the window seemed to be taking an abnormally long time to direct the plane to its Jetway.

Her knees bobbed with impatience. How did he know about her luggage? Instantly, her cheeks reddened. The guy coughed. He must have had the same idea, because he edged backward in the aisle and swept his hand forward.

As politely as she could, Luce pushed past and bounded toward the exit. Only to get caught in a bottleneck of agonizing slowness on the Jetway. Silently cursing all the casual Californians shuffling in front of her, Luce stood on her toes and shifted from foot to foot. Finally, she could move.

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She was headed toward the only thing in the world that had the power to make her feel better. There he was. For a second, Luce stood still and just enjoyed the view. He looked the same, yet somehow different. He looked up and finally saw her. His smile practically gleamed.

She took off running toward him. Within a second, his arms were around her, her face buried in his chest, and Luce let out the longest, deepest breath. Her mouth found his and they sank into a kiss. She went slack and happy in his arms. The love she felt, the love that Daniel reciprocated, all still felt so surreal. Still caught up in his kiss, Luce lightly pinched his bicep.

Not a dream. But when Luce was least expecting it, her laugh turned into a sniffle. Then they were through the sliding glass doors and she took her first real breath of the West Coast. The early-November air felt fresh and brisk and somehow healthy, not soggy and chilled like the Savannah air this afternoon when her plane had taken off.

The sky was a brilliant bright blue, no clouds on the horizon. Everything looked new-minted and clean—even the parking lot held row after row of recently washed cars. A line of mountains framed it all, tawny brown with scraggly dots of green trees, one hill rolling into the next. She was not in Georgia anymore. We barely spoke. Really, I slept the whole flight.

She stood still, wanting more, not even realizing that Daniel had stopped in front of a car. And not just any car. A black Alfa Romeo. She was still getting used to the reincarnation part of their story.

It was so unfair. A whole car she had no memory of. Like he knew she was hungry for the details but might not be able to swallow too many at once. That was the one thing about her past lives: The ending rarely changed. Except, it seemed, this time it could. But she was dying to find out. She caught herself. They had to be careful. Seventeen years was not enough, and in this lifetime, Luce was adamant about sticking around to see what it was like to really be with Daniel.

He cleared his throat and patted the gleaming black hood. Daniel glanced suspiciously around the parking lot. A moment later, Daniel snapped the trunk shut. Luce blinked. He seemed nervous. It was a strange, new thing for Luce: I just—We both just have to be cautious.

She loved watching Daniel expertly work the gearshift as they took the ramp onto the freeway and zipped through traffic; loved feeling the wind whipping through the car as they sped toward the towering San Francisco skyline; loved—most of all—just being with Daniel. In San Francisco proper, the road turned much hillier. Every time they crested one peak and started careening down another, Luce caught a different glimpse of the city. It looked old and new at the same time: Mirror-windowed skyscrapers backed right up against restaurants and bars that looked a century old.

Tiny cars lined the streets, parked at gravity-defying angles. Dogs and strollers everywhere. And the first candy-apple-red glimpse of the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. Her eyes darted around to keep up with all the sights. And even though she had spent most of the past few days sleeping, she suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. Daniel stretched his arm around her and guided her head toward his shoulder. We make excellent pillows. On the Golden Gate Bridge, throngs of pedestrians, spandexed bicyclers, and joggers flanked the cars.

Far below was the brilliant bay, dotted with white sailboats and the beginning notes of a violet sunset. Tell me everything. Daniel was joking, but it was a strange new kind of joke. Luce still felt like her heart and brain were both struggling to catch up to the changes in her life. There was nothing to hold back from one another anymore. She pulled on his arm. She moved to put her hand on his, but he pulled away to downshift.

Classes start tomorrow. This was supposed to be a provisional trip. And no harm will come to you. The school has a special, protective quality. A camouflage-like shield. Why do I need a protective shield? I thought coming out here, away from Miss Sophia, was enough. You can protect me from Cam, or Molly, or whoever.

Any other angels? That was like my shooting up a flare into the sky to let everyone know where we are. To alert anyone who is looking for me—and by me, I mean you. I am too easy to find, too easy for others to track down. And that bit with your bag? For half an hour, the two of them rode in silence. In and out of patches of fog, up and down the rocky, arid terrain. They passed signs for Sonoma, and as the car cruised through lush green vineyards, Daniel spoke.

You 15 going to stay mad at me the whole time? She thought of and refused to give voice to hundreds of questions, frustrations, accusations, and—ultimately—apologies for acting like such a spoiled brat. At the turnoff for the Anderson Valley, Daniel forked west and tried again to hold her hand. She really wanted to not be fighting with Daniel right now. In the roiling sea of new state, new school, new dangers everywhere, Daniel was the only rock she had to hold on to.

And he was about to leave her? A full moon shone down on a cluster of buildings: Daniel pointed east, into a dark, dense forest of redwood and maple trees. The park looked sad and lonesome, a dull line of low-ceilinged cookie-cutter boxes set along a cheap gravel road. Your father in that lifetime brought your family out from Illinois during the gold rush.

The man was wearing a white undershirt and flannel boxers. Yet it was so clear to Daniel. You had these blue gingham curtains that I used to part so I could climb through your window at night after your parents were asleep.

Luce closed her eyes and tried to fight back her stupid tears. Hearing their history from Daniel made it feel both possible and impossible. Hearing it also made her feel extremely guilty. Better even than she knew herself. Would Daniel know what she was thinking now?

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Luce wondered whether, in some ways, it was easier to be her and to never have remembered Daniel than it was for him to go through this time and time again. Daniel smiled. One night around dinnertime I was walking past your house. Your mother had the cabbage going, and it stank so badly I almost skipped your house.

But then I saw you through the window. You were sewing. Daniel reached for them across the console. What was that like?

In the side mirror, Luce watched the mobile home park grow smaller, darker, until it disappeared completely. But then, a few seconds later, Daniel parked the car in front of an empty all-night diner with yellow walls and floor-to-ceiling front windows. The block was full of quirky, quaint buildings that reminded Luce of a less stuffy version of the New England coastline near her old New Hampshire prep school, Dover.

The street was paved with uneven cobblestones that glowed yellow in the light from the streetlamps overhead. At its end, the road seemed to drop straight into the ocean. A coldness sneaked up on her.

She had to ignore her reflexive fear of the dark. Daniel had explained about the shadows—that they were nothing to be afraid of, merely messengers. Which should have been reassuring, except for the hard-to-ignore fact that it meant there were bigger things to be afraid of. If she was going to trust Daniel when he said he had to abandon her after longing all her life for this reunion—well, maybe she just wanted to understand the origins of that trust.

To know when and how it had all begun. Luce bit her lip, trying to think back to the research she and Penn had done. The Grigoris are a clan. Because they watch and learn from what happened when … back when I was still welcome in Heaven. And back when you were … well, this all happened a very long time ago, Luce. Where was I? Is that what happened? Did you …? The world was newer, but you were just the same.

He nodded. The only difference was, in the beginning, you were off-limits to me. Things were very violent in Heaven. Because of who … I am … I was expected to stay away from you.

You were a distraction. The focus was supposed to be on winning the war. Daniel would have to be important in Heaven in order to have caused such a big rift. In order for his love of a mortal girl to be so off-limits.

For me? She felt heavy, like she was dragging. Dragging him down. The air was cool and moist with sea spray. Just to the left of the steps, a trail led away.

Daniel smiled at her, straightening his shoulders, and unfurled his wings. Slowly, they extended up and out from his shoulders, unfolding with an almost inaudible series of soft snaps and creaks. Fully flexed, they made a gentle, feathery fwump like a duvet being flung over a bed. There were two tiny, otherwise invisible slits, which parted now to let his wings slip through.

Or did he have certain, special things he wore when he knew he planned on flying? Either way, his wings never failed to leave Luce speechless. They were enormous, rising three times taller than Daniel, and curved up into the sky and to either side like broad white sails.

Their broad expanse caught the light of the stars and reflected it more intensely, so that they glowed with an iridescent shimmer. Near his body they darkened, shading into a rich earthy cream color where they met his shoulder muscles. But along their tapered edges, they grew thin and glowed, becoming almost translucent at the tips.

Luce stared at them, rapt, trying to remember the line of every glorious feather, to hold all of it inside her for when he went away. He shone so bright, the sun could have borrowed light from him. The smile in his violet eyes told her how good it felt for him to let his wings out. As good as Luce felt when she was wrapped up in them. I have to give you something to remember me by.

With her back pressed to his chest, and his head over her shoulder, Daniel traced a line of kisses down her neck. She held her breath, waiting. Then he bent his legs and gracefully pushed off the edge of the cliff. They were flying. Away from the rocky ledge of the coastline, over the crashing silver waves below, arcing across the sky as if they were soaring for the moon.

The night was absolutely quiet. As if they were the only two people left in the world. Daniel laughed. Maybe one day soon. They were far above the tallest building in town and moving incredibly fast. But Luce had never felt safer or more in love in her life. The sounds of the ocean grew louder again. A dark single-lane road wound off the main highway. When their feet touched down lightly on a cool patch of thick grass, Luce sighed.

The Shoreline School. She could see a large building in the distance, but from here it looked completely dark, merely a shape on the horizon. Daniel held her pressed to him, as if they were still in the air. She craned her head around to look at his expression. His eyes were damp. They have been for millennia. They will do anything they can to stop us. I love you, Luce.

More than anything. When he let her out of his embrace, he opened his palm and a small red shape inside it began to grow. Her duffel bag. In just a few seconds, it had filled out entirely, back to its full size. A single light went on inside the building. A silhouette appeared in the doorway. She let everything else fall away, let her heart brim over. And the future. The figure in the doorway was walking toward her, a woman in a short white dress.

The kiss Luce had shared with Daniel, too sweet to be so brief, left her just as out of breath as their kisses always did. It was all happening too fast. Not yet. Her heart went after him as she opened her eyes and saw the last trace of his wings disappear inside a cloud, into the dark night.

Luce winced and rubbed her face. Her nose stung. Now it was her cheekbones. Her eyelids drifted open and, almost immediately, she scrunched up her face in surprise. A stocky dishwater-blond girl with a grimly set mouth and major eyebrows was leaning over her. Her hair was piled messily on top of her head. She wore yoga pants and a ribbed camouflage tank top that matched her green-flecked hazel eyes.

She held a Ping-Pong ball between her fingers, poised to pelt. Luce scrambled backward in her bedsheets and shielded her face. Her heart already hurt from missing Daniel. She looked down, still trying to get her bearings, and remembered the bed she had indiscriminately collapsed into the night before. Even in her stunned stupor, Luce could tell that the woman was beautiful. She was in her mid-thirties, with blond hair brushing her shoulders, round cheekbones, and large, soft features.

Angel, Luce decided almost instantly. Other than the stranger I wake to find squatting in my room. Other than the kid disrupting my morning mantra with her weirdly personal sleep-babbling. Just a Californian girl with a strong sense of entitlement.

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Luce sat up in bed and looked around. The room was a little cramped, but it was nicely appointed, with light-colored hardwood floors; a working fireplace; a microwave; two deep, wide desks; and built-in bookshelves that doubled as a ladder to what Luce now realized was the top bunk.

She could see a private bathroom through a sliding wooden door. And—she had to blink a few times to be certain—an ocean view out the window. Not bad for a girl who had spent the past month gazing out at a rank old cemetery in a room more appropriate for a hospital than a school. But then, at least that rank cemetery and that room had meant she was with Daniel. And 21 now she was back to starting from scratch. Sterile chic, as Callie had once said.

This room, on the other hand—there was something about it that was strangely … groovy. Wait, how did you know my name? She pictured Shelby darting across a whole network of ledges on the roof to get back here in the middle of the night. Shelby made a show of yawning. Especially not Lucinda Price. Luce wanted to know what it meant. And where Shelby had been until three. And who were the Nephilim kids?

But though Arriane had seemed intimidating and even a little dangerous, there had been something charmingly off-kilter about her from the start. Shelby popped off the bed and lumbered into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

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After digging through her duffel bag to find her toothbrush, Luce followed her in and gestured sheepishly at the toothpaste. She spat out a mouthful of froth. Not one brush of an angel wing. Not one kiss of his lips. Luce needed the girl to help jog her memory. She must have been dreaming about Daniel.

Next time, try enunciating. You coming or what? Shelby shrugged. Whatever takes the least amount of time. She would have liked to spend a few more minutes on her first-day-of-school look, but she just grabbed her backpack and followed Shelby out the door. The dormitory hallway was different in the daylight. Everywhere she looked were bright, oversized windows with ocean views, or built-in bookshelves crammed full of thick, colorful hardcover books.

Every few steps, the hallway seemed to split off into small tributary hallways, with spiral staircases leading further into the dimly lit maze. Two flights of stairs and what looked like one secret door later, Luce and Shelby stepped through a set of double-paned French windows and into the daylight.

It smelled like the ocean, but not really like home. Less briny, more chalky than the East Coast shore. This lawn was bordered on three sides by thick blue hydrangea bushes, and on the fourth by the steep, straight drop into the sea. As they approached the terrace, Luce saw another building, a long, rectangular structure with wooden shingles and cheery yellow-trimmed windowpanes.

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A large hand-carved sign hung over the entrance: It was certainly the nicest mess Luce had ever seen. The terrace was filled with whitewashed iron lawn furniture and about a hundred of the most laid-back-looking students Luce had ever seen. Most of them had their shoes kicked off, their feet propped up on the tables as they dined on elaborate breakfast dishes.

Eggs Benedict, fruit-topped Belgian waffles, wedges of rich-looking, flaky spinach-flecked quiche. Kids were reading the paper, gabbing on cell phones, playing croquet on the lawn.

Luce knew from rich kids at Dover, but East Coast rich kids were pinched and snotty, not sun-kissed and carefree.

The whole scene looked more like the first day of summer than a Tuesday in early November. Luce wished she could turn to Arriane now. It would be good to be able to laugh.

Looking around, she accidentally caught the eyes of a couple of students. A pretty girl with olive skin, a polka-dot dress, and a green scarf tied in her glossy black hair. A sandy-haired guy with broad shoulders tackling an enormous stack of pancakes. But … neither one of these kids glared at her. The biggest surprise about Shoreline was not the crystal sunshine or the cushy breakfast terrace or the buckets-of-money aura hovering over everyone.

It was that the students here were smiling. Well, most of them were smiling. When Shelby and Luce reached an unoccupied table, Shelby picked up a small placard and flung it to the ground. Luce leaned sideways to see the word RESERVED written on it just as a kid their age in a full-on black-tie waiter suit approached them with a silver tray. Gotta slave to get by.

She picked up the San Francisco Chronicle from the middle of the table and unfolded the front page with a yawn. It was right around then that Luce had had enough. She was tall, with an imperious bearing, and was put together with a style that came across as effortless. Her lips were glossy pink.

She wore a cool fitted black sheath dress with a blue belt and matching peep-toe stilettos. It was the kind of outfit that would make anyone feel dowdy by comparison. And maybe not worn her mud-crusted Converses. Luce just cleared her throat. Most of our gifted students just ease right in. Or just lean on Shelby. Her laugh was a gruff, gravelly thing, the kind of chortle Luce would have expected from an old man, a lifetime smoker, not a teenage yoga enthusiast.

Luce could feel her face pinching up into a scowl. She belonged with real people, people with soul instead of squash rackets, who knew what life was like. She belonged with Daniel. She still had no idea what she was doing here, other than hiding out very temporarily while Daniel took care of his … war. After that, he was going to take her back home. Or something. Enjoy breakfast! When she was gone, Shelby took a big slurp of her coffee and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Part of her wanted to find another table. There were happy buzzes of conversation going on all around her. But she was confused by what Francesca had said.

Why pitch Shelby as some great roommate when it was clear the girl was a total hater? She raised one giant eyebrow. So what if I have a few questions? She folded and set down the paper and 25 leaned back in her chair. Every semester, they wage a campaign. And every semester, Francesca has to make up some bunk unpassable test to keep him out.

That means anything with angel in its DNA. Mortals, immortals, transeternals. We try not to discriminate. Would you want to be called a nephil? It sounds like a bag you carry your shame in. No, thanks. She just seemed kind of coarse and cranky. Do you go on to angel college after this?

A lot of kids take a year off and do Nephilim Corps. You get to travel, have a fling with a foreigner, et cetera. The girl whose big-shot boyfriend pulled some strings.

Was that … the truth? Just leave me out of it, okay? Maybe she and Shelby needed to rewind again. Suddenly, the girl with the green scarf was standing before her, grinning and nudging another girl forward. Luce glanced past them, but Shelby was already far away—and probably not worth catching up to. Up close, the green-scarf girl looked kind of like a young Salma Hayek, with full lips and an even fuller chest.

The other girl, with her pale coloring, hazel eyes, and short black hair, looked kind of like Luce.

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She had very small white teeth and was using them to hold a couple of sequin-tipped bobby pins while she twisted a few dark tendrils into little knots. Ohmigod, what was Cam like? I saw him once at this death metal concert … of course, I was too nervous to introduce myself.

This is Jasmine. This was new. We always say how you and Daniel are, like, the greatest love story. She is sent to a reform school after being accused of murdering a boy by starting a fire. And what she does remember makes her appear to be mentally unstable. Upon arrival, she quickly becomes friends with a girl named Arianne. Arianne comes in handy, swooping in the save Lucinda from a flirtatious boy named Cam, who has supposedly been to the school before.

Enrolling on the same day as Luce is a young boy named Todd and a girl named Gabbe. Upon this discovery, the two of them promise each other not to question the others past. On the way to their first class, Luce notices a boy and suddenly becomes nervous.

Arianne tells her that his name is Daniel Grigori, and proceeds to mock her for staring at him. Daniel is standing with another boy named Roland, and upon noticing that Luce is staring, Daniel smiles and raises his middle finger towards her. View more editions. Buy from.

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