by Lauren Kate
Page 8
"But if its a cover-up," Luce asked, feeling sort of bad for Beaker, "whats it a cover-up for?"
"People like me. Im 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. "
"Shouldnt 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 youre talking about. "
So Shelby was a sort of angel. Strange. She didnt look or act the part. She wasnt gorgeous like Daniel, Cam, or Francesca. Didnt possess the magnetism of someone like Roland or Arriane. She just seemed kind of coarse and cranky.
"So its 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 o and do Nephilim Corps. You get to travel, have a ing with a foreigner, et cetera. But thats 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 Luces mind. "A sliding scale depending on your family tree. But in your case--"
This Luce knew. "Im just here because of Daniel. "
Shelby tossed her napkin on her empty plate and stood up. "Thats 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 o Luces plate. "If you want a Lucinda Price fan club, Im sure you can nd 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 dont want a fan club--"
"See, I told you," she heard a high but pretty voice say. "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 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.
"Wait, so youre 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 Alabama--"
"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 youd be interested in Cam, because obviously--Daniel!" She trilled a laugh. "Im Dawn, b-t-dubs. This is Jasmine. "
"Hi," Luce said slowly. This was new. "Um . . . "
"Dont mind her, she just drank, like, eleven co ees. " Jasmine spoke about three times more slowly than Dawn did. "What she means is were 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 re that burns you up"--she closed her eyes, put a hand over her stomach, then brushed it up her body, clasping a st 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.
An iron bell rang from the roof of the mess hall to signal the end of breakfast, and Luce was glad to see that everyone else had other things to focus on. Like getting to class.
"Your mom used to tell you what story?" Luce asked slowly. "About me and Daniel?"
"Just some of the highlights," Dawn said, opening her eyes. "Does it feel like a hot ash? Like a menopause kind of thing, not that you would know--"
Jasmine smacked Dawn on the arm. "Did you just compare Luces unbridled passion to a hot ash?"
"Sorry. " Dawn giggled. "Im just fascinated. It sounds so totally romantic and awesome. Im envious--in a good way!"
"Envious that I die every time I try to get with the guy of my dreams?" Luce hunched up her shoulders. "Its actually kind of a buzz kill. "
"Tell that to the girl whose only kiss to date was with Ira Frank of the Irritable Bowel Syndrome. " Jasmine gestured teasingly at Dawn.
When Luce didnt laugh, Dawn and Jasmine lled in with a placating giggle, as if they thought she was just being modest. Luce had never been on the receiving end of one of those giggles before.
"What exactly did your mom say?" Luce asked.
"Oh, just the usual stu : The war broke out, shit hit the fan, and when they drew a line in the clouds, Daniel was all `Nothing can tear us apart, and that pissed everyone o . Course its my favorite part of the story. So now your love has to su er this eternal punishment where you still desperately want each other but you cant, like, you know--"
"But in some lives they can. " Jasmine corrected Dawn, then winked impishly at Luce, who almost couldnt move from the shock of hearing all of this.
"No way!" Dawn ung out a hand dismissively. "The whole point is that she bursts into ames when she--" Seeing Luces horri ed expression, Dawn winced. "Sorry. Not what you want to hear. "
Jasmine cleared her throat and leaned in. "My older sister was telling me this one story from your past that I swear would--"
"Oooh!" Dawn linked her arm through Luces, as if this knowledge--knowledge that Luce had no access to--made her a more desirable friend. This was maddening. Luce was ercely embarrassed. And, okay, a little excited. And absolutely unsure whether any of it was true. One thing was sure: Luce was suddenly kind of . . . famous. But it felt strange. Like she was one of those unnamed bimbos next to the It-boy movie star in a paparazzi photo.
"You guys!" Jasmine was pointing exaggeratedly down at the clock on her phone. "Were so super-late! Weve got to book it to class. "
Luce grimaced, quickly grabbing her backpack. She had no idea what class she had rst, or where to nd it, or how to take Jasmine and Dawns enthusiasm. She hadnt seen such extended, eager smiles since--well, maybe ever.
"Do either of you know how I gure out where my rst class is? I dont think I got a schedule. "
"Duh," Dawn said. "Follow us. Were all together. All the time! Its so fun. "
The two girls walked with Luce, one on either side, and took her on a winding tour between the tables of other kids nishing their breakfasts. Despite being "so super-late," both Jasmine and Dawn practically sauntered across the freshly cut grass.
Luce thought about asking these girls what was up with Shelby, but she didnt want to start o looking like a gossip. Besides, the girls seemed nice and everything, but it wasnt like Luce needed to make any new best friends. She had to keep reminding herself: This was only temporary.
Temporary, but still stunningly beautiful. The three of them walked along the hydrangea path, which curved around the mess hall. Dawn was chattering about something, but Luce couldnt take her eyes o the blu s dramatic edge, how abruptly the terrain dropped hundreds of feet to the glittering ocean. The waves rolled toward the small stretch of tawny beach at the foot of the cli almost as casually as the Shoreline student body rolled toward class.
"Here we are," Jasmine said.
An impressive two-story A-frame cabin stood alone at the end of the path. It had been built in the middle of a shady pocket of redwoods, so its steep, triangular roof and
the vast open lawn in front of it were covered with a blanket of fallen needles. There was a nice grassy patch with some picnic tables, but the main attraction was the cabin itself: More than half of it looked like it was made of glass, all wide, tinted windows and open sliding doors. Like something Frank Lloyd Wright could have designed. Several students lounged on a huge second-story deck that faced the ocean, and several more kids were mounting the twin staircases that wound up from the path.
"Welcome to the Nephi-lodge," Jasmine said.
"This is where you guys have class?" Luces mouth was agape. It looked more like a vacation home than a school building.
Next to her, Dawn squealed and squeezed Luces wrist. Next to her, Dawn squealed and squeezed Luces wrist.
"Good morning, Steven!" Dawn called across the lawn, waving to an older man who was standing at the foot of the stairs. He had a thin face, stylish rectangular glasses, and a thick head of wavy salt-and-pepper hair. "I just absolutely love it when he wears the three-piece suit," she whispered.
"Morning, girls. " The man smiled at them and waved. He looked at Luce long enough to make her veer toward nervousness, but the smile stayed on his face. "See you in a few," he called, and started up the stairs.
"Steven Filmore," Jasmine whispered, lling Luce in as they trailed behind him up the stairs. "Aka S. F. , aka the Silver Fox. Hes one of our teachers, and yes, Dawn is truly, madly, deeply in love with him. Even though hes spoken for. She is shameless. "
"But I love Francesca, too. " Dawn swatted Jasmine, then turned to Luce, her dark eyes smiling. "I defy you not to develop a couples crush on them. "
"Wait. " Luce paused. "The Silver Fox and Francesca are our teachers? And you call them by their rst names? And theyre together? Who teaches what?"
"We call the whole morning block humanities," Jasmine said, "though angelics would be more appropriate. Frankie and Steven teach it jointly. Part of the deal here, sort of yin and yang. You know, so none of the students get . . . swayed. "
Luce bit her lip. Theyd reached the top of the stairs and were standing in a crowd of students on the deck. Everyone else was starting to amble through the sliding glass doors. "What do you mean, `swayed?"
"Theyre both fallen, of course, but have picked di erent sides. Shes an angel, and hes more of a demon. " Dawn spoke nonchalantly, as if she were talking about the di erence between frozen yogurt avors. Seeing Luces eyes bulge, she added, "Its not like they can get married or anything --though that would be the hottest wedding ever. They just sort of . . . live in sin. "
"A demon is teaching our humanities class?" Luce asked. "And thats okay?"
Dawn and Jasmine looked at each other and chuckled. "Very okay," Dawn said. "Youll come around to Steven. Come on, we gotta go. "
Following the ow of other kids, Luce entered the classroom. It was broad and had three shallow risers, with desks on them, that led down to a couple of long tables. Most of the light came in through skylights. The natural lighting and high ceilings made the room seem even bigger than it was. An ocean breeze blew in through the open doors and kept the air comfortable and fresh. It could not have been more di erent from Sword & Cross. Luce thought she could almost have liked Shoreline, if it hadnt been for the fact that her whole reason for being here--the most important person in her life--was missing. She wondered if Daniel was thinking about her. Did he miss her the way she missed him?
