Fallen in Love (20 page)

Then it all came rushing back:

Razor claws and dull red eyes. Choking stench of death and rot. Darkness everywhere, so complete in its doom it made light and love and everything good in the world feel tired and broken and dead.

That Lucifer had once been something else to her—Bill, the ornery stone gargoyle she’d mistaken for a friend—was impossible. She’d let him get too close, and now, because she had not done precisely as he wished—choosing not to kill her soul in ancient Egypt—he had decided to wipe the slate clean.

To bend time around to erase everything since the Fall.

Every life, every love, every moment that every mortal
and angelic soul had ever experienced would be crumbled and discarded at Lucifer’s reckless whim. Like the universe was a board game and he was a whining child giving up as soon as he began to lose. But what it was he wanted to win, Luce had no idea.

Her skin felt hot remembering his wrath. He’d
wanted
her to see it, to tremble in his hand when he took her back to the time of the Fall.

Then he’d thrown her aside, casting an Announcer like a net to capture all of the angels who’d fallen from Heaven.

Just as Daniel caught her in that starry noplace, Lucifer blinked out of existence, and the whole cycle started again.

It was a drastic move. Daniel explained that in order to guide the angels into the future, Lucifer would have to twin with his past self and relinquish his power. For as long as the angels took to fall, he’d be unable to do anything.

Just like the rest of them, he’d fall in powerless isolation, with his brethren but apart, together alone.

And once they fell to Earth, there would be a hiccup in time, and everything would start anew. As though the seven thousand years between then and now had never happened.

As though Luce hadn’t at last begun to understand the curse.

The whole world was in jeopardy—unless Luce,
seven angels, and two Nephilim could stop him. They had just nine days and no idea where to start.

Luce had been so tired the night before that she didn’t remember lying down on this cot, drawing this thin blue blanket around her shoulders. There were cobwebs in the rafters of the small cabin, a folding table cluttered with half-drunk mugs of hot chocolate that Gabbe had made for everyone last night. But it all seemed like a dream to Luce. Her flight down from the Announcer to this tiny island off Tybee, this safe zone for the angels, had been blurred by blinding exhaustion.

She’d fallen asleep while the others were still talking, letting Daniel’s voice lull her into a dream. Now the cabin was quiet, and in the window behind Daniel’s silhouette the sky was the gray of almost-sunrise.

She reached up to touch his cheek. He turned his head and kissed the inside of her palm. Luce squeezed her eyes to stop them from crying. Why, after all they’d been through, did Luce and Daniel have to beat the Devil before they were free to love?

“Daniel.” Roland’s voice called from the doorway of the cabin. His hands were tucked inside his peacoat pockets and a gray wool ski cap crowned his dreads. He gave Luce a weary smile. “It’s time.”

“Time for what?” Luce propped herself up on her elbows. “We’re leaving? Already? What about my parents? They’re probably panicked.”

“I thought I’d take you by their house now,” Daniel said, “to say goodbye.”

“But how am I going to explain disappearing after Thanksgiving dinner?”

She remembered Daniel’s words last night: Though it felt like they’d been inside the Announcers for an eternity, in real time only a few hours had passed.

Still, to Harry and Doreen Price, a few hours of a missing daughter
was
eternity.

Daniel and Roland shared a glance. “We took care of it,” Roland said, handing Daniel a set of car keys.

“You took care of it how?” Luce asked. “My dad once called the police when I was half an hour late from school—”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Roland said. “We’ve got you covered. You just need to make a quick costume change.” He pointed toward a backpack on the rocking chair by the door. “Gabbe brought over your things.”

“Um, thanks,” she said, confused. Where was Gabbe? Where were the rest of them? The cabin had been packed the night before, positively cozy with the glow of angel wings and the smell of hot chocolate and cinnamon. The memory of that coziness, coupled with the promise of saying goodbye to her parents without knowing where she was going, made this morning feel empty.

The wood floor was rough against her bare feet. Looking down, she realized she was still wearing the
narrow white shift dress she’d had on in Egypt, the last life she’d visited through the Announcers. Bill had made her wear it.

No, not Bill.
Lucifer
. He’d leered so approvingly as she tucked the starshot into her waistband, contemplating the advice he’d given her on how to kill her soul.

Never, never, never
. Luce had too much to live for.

Inside the old green backpack she used to take to summer camp, Luce found her favorite pair of pajamas—the red-and-white-striped flannel set—neatly folded, with the matching white slippers underneath. “But it’s morning,” she said. “What do I need pajamas for?”

Again Daniel and Roland shared a glance, and this time, Luce could swear they were trying not to laugh.

“Just trust us,” Roland said.

After she was dressed, Luce followed Daniel out of the cabin, letting his broad shoulders buffer the wind as they walked down the pebbly shore to the water.

The tiny island off Tybee was about a mile from the Savannah coastline. Across that stretch of sea, Roland had promised that a car was waiting.

Daniel’s wings were concealed, but he must have sensed her eyeing the place where they unfurled from his shoulders. “When everything is in order, we’ll fly wherever we have to go to stop Lucifer. Until then it’s better to stay low to the ground.”

“Okay,” Luce said.

“Race you to the other side?”

Her breath frosted the air. “You know I’d beat you.”

“True.” He slipped an arm around her waist, warming her. “Maybe we’d better take the boat, then. Protect my famous pride.”

She watched him unmoor a small metal rowboat from a single boat slip. The soft light on the water made her think back to the day they’d raced across the secret lake at Sword & Cross. His skin had glistened as they had pulled themselves up to the flat rock in the center to catch their breaths, then had lain on the sun-warmed stone, letting the day’s heat dry their bodies. She’d barely known Daniel then—she hadn’t known he was an angel—and already she’d been dangerously in love with him.

“We used to swim together in my lifetime in Tahiti, didn’t we?” she asked, surprised to remember another time she’d seen Daniel’s hair glistening with water.

Daniel stared at her and she knew how much it meant to him to finally be able to share some of his memories of their past. He looked so moved that Luce thought he might cry.

Instead he kissed her forehead tenderly and said, “You beat me all those times, too, Lulu.”

They didn’t talk much as Daniel rowed. It was enough for Luce just to watch the way his muscles strained and flexed each time he dragged the oars back,
hearing them dip in and out of the cold water, breathing in the brine of the ocean. The sun was rising over her shoulders, warming the back of her neck, but as they approached the mainland, she saw something that sent a shiver down her spine.

A car. She recognized the white Taurus immediately.

“What’s wrong?” Daniel saw Luce’s posture stiffen as the rowboat touched the shore. “Oh. That.” He sounded unconcerned as he hopped out of the boat and held out a hand to Luce. The ground was mulchy and rich-smelling. It reminded Luce of her childhood.

“It’s not what you think,” Daniel said. “When Sophia fled Sword and Cross, after”—Luce waited, wincing, hoping Daniel wouldn’t say
after she murdered Penn
—“after we found out who she really was, the angels confiscated her car.” His face hardened. “She owes us that much, and more.”

Luce thought of Penn’s white face, the blood draining from it. “Where is Sophia now?”

Daniel shook his head. “I don’t know. Unfortunately, we’ll probably soon find out. I have a feeling she’ll worm her way into our plans.” He drew the keys from his pocket, inserted one into the passenger door. “But that’s not what you should be worried about right now.”

“Okay.” Luce squinted at him as she sank onto the gray cloth seat. “So there’s something
else
I should be worried about right now?”

Daniel turned the key, and the car shuddered slowly
to life. The last time she’d sat in this seat, she’d been worried about being in the car alone with him. It was the first night they’d ever kissed—as far as she’d known then, anyway. She was stabbing at the seat belt when she felt his fingers over hers. “Remember,” he said softly, reaching over to buckle her belt, letting his hands linger over hers. “There’s a trick.”

He kissed her softly on the cheek, then put the car in drive and peeled out of the wet woods onto the narrow two-lane blacktop. They were the only ones on the road.

“Daniel?” Luce asked again. “What else should I be worried about?”

He glanced at her pajamas. “How good are you at playing sick?”

The white Taurus idled in the alley behind her parents’ house as Luce crept past the three azalea trees beside her bedroom window. In the summer, there would be tomato vines creeping out of the black soil, but in winter the side yard looked barren and dreary and not very much like home. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d stood out here. She’d sneaked out of three different boarding schools before, but never out of her own parents’ house. Now she was sneaking
in
, and she didn’t even know how her window worked. Luce looked around at what she could see of her sleepy neighborhood, at the morning paper sitting in its dewy plastic
bag at the edge of her parents’ lawn, at the old, netless basketball hoop in the Johnsons’ driveway across the street. Nothing had changed since she’d been gone. Nothing had changed, except Luce. If Bill succeeded, would this neighborhood vanish, too?

She gave one last wave to Daniel, who was watching from the car, took a deep breath, and used her thumbs to pry the lower panel from the cracking blue paint of the sill.

It slid right up. Someone inside had already popped out the screen. Luce paused, stunned as the white muslin curtains parted and the half-blond, half-black head of her onetime enemy Molly Zane filled the open space.

“ ’Sup, Meat Loaf.”

Luce bristled at the nickname she’d earned on her first day at Sword & Cross.
This
was what Daniel and Roland meant when they said they’d taken care of things at home?

“What are you doing here, Molly?”

“Come on. I won’t bite.” Molly extended a hand. Her nails were chipped, emerald green.

Luce sank her hand into Molly’s, ducked and sidled, one leg at a time, through the window.

Her bedroom looked small and outdated, like a time capsule left by some long-ago Luce. There was the framed poster of the Eiffel Tower on the back of her door. There was her bulletin board full of swim team
ribbons from Thunderbolt Elementary. And there, under the green-and-yellow Hawaiian-print duvet, was her best friend, Callie.

Callie scrambled from under the covers, dashed around the bed, and flung herself into Luce’s arms. “They kept telling me you were going to be okay, but in that lying, we’re-all-so-completely-terrified-we’re-just-not-going-to-explain-a-word-to-you kind of way. Do you even realize how thoroughly creepy that was? It was like you physically dropped off the face of the earth—”

Luce hugged her back tightly. As far as Callie knew, Luce had only been gone since the night before.

“Okay, you two,” Molly growled, pulling Luce away from Callie, “you can
OMG
your faces off later. I didn’t lie in your bed in that cheap polyester wig all night pretending to be Luce with stomach flu so you guys could blow our cover now.” She rolled her eyes. “Amateurs.”

“Hold on. You did what?” Luce asked.

“After you … disappeared,” Callie said breathlessly, “we knew we could never explain it to your parents. I mean,
I
could barely fathom it after seeing it with my own eyes. So I told them you felt sick and had gone to bed and Molly pretended to be you and—”

“Lucky I found this in your closet.” Molly twirled a short, wavy black wig around one finger. “Halloween remnant?”

“Wonder Woman.” Luce winced, regretting her middle school Halloween costume, and not for the first time.

“Well, it worked.”

It was strange to see Molly—who’d once sided with Lucifer—helping her. But even Molly, like Cam and Roland, didn’t want to fall again. So here they were, a team.

“You covered for me? I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

“Whatever.” Molly jerked her head at Callie; anything to deflect Luce’s gratitude. “She was the real silver-tongued devil. Thank her.” She stuck one leg out of the open window and turned to call back, “Think you guys can handle it from here? I have a summit meeting at Waffle House.”