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teeth. Except the nimrod passed that one.
But if it s a cover-up, Luce asked, feeling sort of bad for Beaker, what s it a cover-up for?
People like me. I m a Nephilim. N-E-P-H-I-L-I-M. That means anything with angel in its DNA.
Mortals, immortals, transeternals. We try not to discriminate.
Shouldn t the singular be, you know, nephil, like cherub from cherubim and seraph from
seraphim?
Shelby scowled. Seriously? Would you want to be called a nephil? It sounds like a bag you carry
your shame in. No, thanks. Nephilim it is, no matter how many of us you re talking about.
So Shelby was a sort of angel. Strange. She didn t look or act the part. She wasn t gorgeous like
Daniel, Cam, or Francesca. Didn t possess the magnetism of someone like Roland or Arriane. She
just seemed kind of coarse and cranky.
So it s like angel prep school, Luce said. But for what? Do you go on to angel college after
this?
It depends on what the world needs. A lot of kids take a year off and do Nephilim Corps. You get
to travel, have a fling with a foreigner, et cetera. But that s in times of, you know, relative peace.
Right now, well &
Right now what?
Whatever. Shelby looked like she was biting the word. It just depends on who you are. Everyone
here has, you know, varying degrees of power, she went on, seeming to read Luce s mind. A slid-
ing scale depending on your family tree. But in your case
This Luce knew. I m just here because of Daniel.
Shelby tossed her napkin on her empty plate and stood up. That s a real impressive way to pitch
yourself, Luce. The girl whose big-shot boyfriend pulled some strings.
Was that what everyone thought about her here? Was that & the truth?
Shelby reached over and stole the last bite of quiche off Luce s plate. If you want a Lucinda Price
fan club, I m sure you can find that here. Just leave me out of it, okay?
What are you talking about? Luce stood up. Maybe she and Shelby needed to rewind again. I
don t want a fan club
See, I told you, she heard a high but pretty voice say.
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 catch-
ing 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.
Wait, so you re really Lucinda Price? the pale girl asked. 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. As in Luce-and-Daniel? As in the girl who just came from that awful school in Alaba-
ma
Georgia. Luce sort of nodded.
Same thing. Ohmigod, what was Cam like? I saw him once at this death metal concert & of
course, I was too nervous to introduce myself. Not that you d be interested in Cam, because obvi-
ously Daniel! She trilled a laugh. I m Dawn, b-t-dubs. This is Jasmine.
Hi, Luce said slowly. This was new. Um &
Don t mind her, she just drank, like, eleven coffees. Jasmine spoke about three times more slowly
than Dawn did. What she means is we re excited to meet you. We always say how you and Daniel
are, like, the greatest love story. Ever.
Seriously? Luce cracked her knuckles.
Are you kidding? Dawn asked, though Luce kept expecting them to be the ones working up to
some kind of joke. All that dying again and again? Okay, does it make you want him even more? I
bet it does! And ohhh, when that fire that burns you up she closed her eyes, put a hand over her
stomach, then brushed it up her body, clasping a fist over her heart. My mom used to tell me the
story when I was a little girl.
Luce was shocked. She glanced around the busy terrace, wondering whether anyone could overhear
them. Speaking of burning up, her cheeks must be beet red right now.
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