Maddy looked at her uncle in the dancing candlelight.
There sat the man who had cared for her, and provided for her, her entire life. Suddenly she felt like she didn’t know him. Or at least didn’t know a part of him. He looked abruptly older to her. Worn somehow. His face was drawn in grim lines.
“Please,” she whispered. “I have to know.”
“Are you sure you want to hear this story?” he asked, his expression darkening. “If I tell you, I’m going to tell it to you straight. I’m not going to edit. And I can warn you now, it’s not always pretty.” Kevin’s glasses caught the candlelight again and gave him burning embers for eyes. Maddy considered his words and then nodded. Jacks sat still with suspense.
“Okay, then,” Kevin said. “Where do I begin? With the Angels, I guess.” Kevin rose and walked over to the cupboard as he talked.
“You should know from your history class at school about the Awakening, when Angels revealed themselves to us? And you know about the establishment of protection-for-pay and the NAS Archangels?”
“Yes, of course,” Maddy said, remembering Mr.Rankin’s tedious lecture.
Kevin had begun taking the remaining mugs out of the cupboard and setting them on the counter. Maddy wondered vaguely what he was doing. A draft blew through the house, causing the candles to flicker. As Maddy watched, Kevin removed the back of the cupboard and pulled out what looked like an old scrapbook. Maddy’s heart began to hammer relentlessly in her chest. She had never seen the book before. What was it doing hidden in the cupboard?
Kevin brought the book back to the table, sat, and set it in front of him.
“A little less than twenty years ago, a young Guardian, what they call a Born Immortal, had a radical idea. He believed the Angels had become corrupt, and the system had become corrupt along with them. He argued that Angels should return to performing miracles anonymously, and for free.”
Kevin opened the book. The binding cracked as the cover came up. He started leafing through the brittle pages.
There were pictures of people Maddy had never seen before.
Young, beautiful faces peering out at her from the pages.
Jacks craned his head to see as well. Kevin stopped on a faded photo of a young Angel. Maddy didn’t recognize him, but she was immediately struck by him. He had kind eyes and a striking, statuesque figure.
“This is him?” Maddy asked, tapping the photo.
“Yes, this is him,” Kevin said. “This is Jacob Godright.” Kevin pointed to a handsome man in his twenties standing next to him. “And this is a young human activist named Teddy Linden.”
“The senator?” Jacks asked in disbelief. “He hates Angels.”
“Or hates what they have become. That was another place and another time. You see, Jacob Godright and his fol-lowers were convinced that Angels and humans could live together as equals, work together, and even have families together. To prove his point, he secretly married a beautiful, brilliant human girl he had fallen in love with.” Kevin’s voice wavered under the weight of the words. “That girl was my sister, Maddy. She was your mother. Montgomery is your mother’s maiden name. Your real name is Madison Godright.”
He paused.
“Your father was an Angel.”
It was a full ten seconds before Maddy could speak.
Or move. Or even breathe. Her galloping heart threatened to tear through her chest. She heard her uncle’s words ringing in her head.
“That’s. . impossible.” She hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but the word broke through her paralyzing shock.
She became aware of Jacks sitting like a sculpture next to her, his face a stony mask of disbelief.
“I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to tell you until now,”
Kevin said. “I can’t tell you how much I wish things were different. How much I miss my sister.”
“But I’m not an Angel,” Maddy managed to get out.
“No,” Kevin said, “you’re not. You are human, but you have Angel blood flowing in your veins. You are one of a kind, Maddy, unique in all the world.” He smiled and gave her a quick squeeze on the shoulder. Then his face darkened. “Your birth, which was thought to be impossible, became the catalyst for everything. Your parents said you were a miracle, and a sign, but the NAS called you a bastard, a half blood, and”— he paused on the word—“an abomination.” Kevin’s eyes were apologetic, but his tone was cuttingly honest. “And so, a power struggle began within the Angels.”
“The Troubles,” Jacks said.
“That’s right,” Kevin said. “The Angel Civil War.”
“My father. .” Jacks said. Maddy watched his knuckles go white as he gripped the armrests of his chair.
“Yes, your father, Isaiah Godspeed, was a rebel along with Jacob.”
“What?” Jacks glared at Kevin, his eyes narrowing in-to distrustful slits. “My father fought the rebellion. He was killed putting it down.”
“No, Jacks,” Kevin said calmly. “That’s what your stepfather, Mark, wants you to think. The truth is, your father wanted to reform the Angels too. He supported Jacob and his child.”
“Why wouldn’t Mark want me to know that?” Jacks asked.
“Because when Maddy was only a few weeks old, Jacob and Isaiah approached him for help. They were all classmates, and Mark — Isaiah’s cousin — was already a rising star, an ambitious political prodigy. The Jackson Godspeed of his day,” Kevin said, nodding toward Jacks. He turned the final page of the scrapbook. It was blank. Maddy looked at the yellowed, brittle page. Like a future cut unnecessarily short.
“Mark refused to support them and turned them away. With the ranks closed against them, Maddy was brought to me under cover of darkness. The next day, both Jacob and Isaiah were captured by the Council’s Disciplinary Agents, mortalized, and killed in cold blood. Regina, my sister, was also murdered. Kris Godspeed and her child, Jackson, were spared. In exchange for not helping the rebels, Mark was given his position as Archangel and quickly rose in the NAS.
“Jacks,” Kevin said, his tone suddenly gentler, “your mother didn’t know. And still doesn’t. She is innocent. In her grief, she gave in to Mark’s advances and they married.”
Kevin closed the scrapbook and put his hands on the dusty cover. Jacks had turned and stared unseeingly out the kitchen window. Kevin looked at Maddy.
“The Angels promised never again to interfere with your life so long as you lived it out normally, without any knowledge of your past or what you actually are. I agreed, and you’ve been with me ever since.”
The lump in her throat was back and throbbing as it rose. She had come to speak to Kevin in hopes of finally clearing up the foggy dream world of her past. Now she realized that dream was a nightmare, a nightmare he had been protecting her from. She wasn’t just an average, unremarkable girl. She was a perversion of man and Angel. A monster. No wonder she had always felt like a freak.
She literally was one.
Maddy could feel her eyes swelling, and she didn’t know if she would be able to stop the tears. Unsteadily, she got up from the table and walked through the living room to the window. The rain had finally stopped, replaced by fog that hung low over the wet street. Maddy watched a man out walking his dog in the mist.
Jacks sat unmoving in his chair. Now it was his turn to decide what to believe.
“And now they’re hunting me for saving her,” he said softly.
“They’re probably hunting you both,” Kevin said.
“Now that you’ve saved Maddy, Jacks, both of you are a threat to the Archangels’ power, a reminder of other. .