A moment later, Shelby and Miles thundered down the wooden ladder. They were still dressed in the clothes—Shelby’s green sweater and Miles’s jeans and baseball cap—that they’d worn to Thanksgiving dinner, which seemed like an eternity ago.
Luce felt like she was dreaming. It was so wonderful to see these familiar faces right now—faces that she’d truly wondered if she would ever see again. The only people missing were her parents, of course, and Callie, but she would see them soon enough.
Starting with Arriane, the angels and Nephilim all circled Luce and Daniel in another massive hug. Even Annabelle, whom Luce barely knew. Even Molly.
Suddenly, everyone was shouting over everyone else—
Annabelle, batting shimmering pink eyelids: “When did you get back? We have so much to catch up on!” And Gabbe, kissing Luce on the cheek: “I hope you were careful … and I hope you saw what you needed to see.” And Arriane: “Did you bring us back anything good?” And Shelby, out of breath: “We were searching for you for, like, ever. Weren’t we, Miles?” And Roland: “Pretty cool to see you made it home in one piece, kid.” And Daniel, silencing them all with the gravity of his tone: “Who brought the Nephilim?”
“I did.” Molly draped an arm around Shelby and Miles. “You got something to say about it?”
Daniel cast his eyes over Luce’s Shoreline friends. Before she had a chance to stick up for them, the corners of his lips pulled upward into a smile, and he said, “Good. We’re going to need all the help we can get. Everyone sit down.”
“Lucifer can’t mean it,” Cam said, shaking his head, stunned. “This is just a desperate last resort. He wouldn’t—He was probably just trying to get Luce to—”
“He would,” Roland said.
They were spread out in a circle near the fire, facing Luce and Daniel on the rocking chair. Gabbe had found hot dogs and marshmallows and packets of powdered hot chocolate in the kitchen cupboard and had set up a little cook station in front of the fire.
“He would rather start again than to lose his pride,” Molly added. “Besides, he has nothing to lose by erasing the past.”
Miles dropped his hot dog and the plate clattered on the hardwood floor. “Wouldn’t that mean Shelby and I—wouldn’t exist anymore? And what about Luce, where would she be?”
No one answered. Luce felt embarrassingly aware of her nonangelic status. A hot flush spread across the tops of her shoulders.
“How are we still here if time has been rewritten?” Shelby asked.
“Because they haven’t finished their fall yet,” Daniel said. “When they do, the act is done and can’t be stopped.”
“So we have—” Arriane counted under her breath. “Nine days.”
“Daniel?” Gabbe looked up at him. “Tell us what we can do.”
“There is only one thing to do,” Daniel said. All the glowing wings in the cabin pulled toward him in expectation. “We must draw everyone to the place where the angels first fell.”
“Which is where?” Miles asked.
No one spoke for a very long time.
“It’s hard to say,” Daniel finally answered. “It happened long ago, and we were all new to Earth. But”—he glanced at Cam—“we do have means of figuring it out.”
Cam whistled lowly. Was he afraid?
“Nine days isn’t a lot of time to locate the site of the Fall,” Gabbe said. “Let alone figure out how to stop Lucifer if and when we do arrive.”
“We have to try.” Luce answered without thinking, surprised by her own certainty.
Daniel scanned the gathering of angels, the so-called demons, and the Nephilim. His gaze encompassed them all, his family. “We’re in this together, then? All of us?” At last, his eyes rested on Luce.
And though she couldn’t imagine tomorrow, Luce stepped into Daniel’s arms and said, “Always.”
LAUREN KATE is the internationally bestselling author of The Betrayal of Natalie Hargrove and the FALLEN novels: Fallen, Torment, Passion, and the forthcoming Rapture. Her books have been translated into more than thirty languages. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband. You can visit her online at:
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