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“Raena! He-
llo!
” Cady waved her hand in front of my face. We were sitting at an outside table at one of the restaurants in the Village.

My eyes jerked toward hers. “What?”

“Did you even hear me?” she demanded to know.

My face flamed. I hadn’t noticed that she had been talking… again.

Her eyes rolled. “Of course you didn’t hear me. You never do. But you’ve been even spacier lately. I mean, just because you and Logan broke up, that’s no excuse to just check out. You guys were only together for, like, a minute.”

“A couple of months, technically,” I corrected. Even in my despair, her slang still drove me crazy.

She glared at me briefly. She always hated it when I corrected her, even more than when I didn’t hear her. “Whatever, Ms. Grammar Police. Fine, a couple of months. But a couple of months is, like, nothing! He’s with What’s-Her-Face now.”

“Sera,” I muttered.

“Whatever. Let’s just call her ‘She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’ or something. LOL!” Yes, Cady says ‘LOL’ in actual conversation. Yet another quality that drives me crazy. “That girl is horrible.”

I was immensely relieved that Cady hadn’t fallen under Sera’s spell as well. Even though I had lost Logan — temporarily, I hoped — I still had Cady and Tristan.

“I’m sorry I’m so spacey today. I just have a lot on my mind.”

“When are you
not
spacey? Nothing new, but just as annoying.”

“Sorry,” I apologized again.

“Stop saying you’re sorry! I swear nothing ever changes with you. You’re either daydreaming about Logan, or that other guy, or now that you’re not
with
Logan, you're off in your own little world even more. You don’t ever hear anything that I have to say.”

I rolled my eyes. “The only time you even ask about what’s going on with me is when you think I’m not listening to you. You couldn’t even be bothered to learn Andrei’s name when I was dating him, never mind that he
kidnapped
me and held me captive for weeks! When I got back, did you even bother to ask me what happened, or if I was okay? Also, don’t even get me started on Logan. The only reason you even bring him up is because you’re in love with him too, and you were mad that he chose me. I bet now that we’re not together, you just can’t wait to try to steal him from Sera. Who’s in her own little world now? All you’ve ever cared about was yourself, Cady.”

I regretted the words the instant they’d left my lips. Genevra had been right about my volatile temper. Now it had gotten the best of me. I watched as Cady’s eyes flooded with tears, and her lower lip began to tremble. “I’m so sorry, Cady. I didn’t mean it.”

“I told you to stop apologizing!” she exploded. She stood up and stormed off.

“Cady!” I called after her, but she didn’t turn. Great. Now I’d lost my boyfriend and one of my friends. At least, I guessed I didn’t have her anymore after all. I only hoped that Tristan wouldn’t follow suit when he found out.

Calling our server over, I paid the check. I rode with Cady from my house, but I didn’t care about having to walk home. It wasn’t worth calling Genevra to pick me up.

When I reached my house, I ran up to my room before anyone could stop me. I shut my door behind me. Nuada looked up at me from her spot on my bed and meowed softly. I sat down next to her. “Nuada, what am I going to do? I’ve totally alienated Cady. She’s never going to forgive me.”

You should be more careful of who you trust.

Startled, I glanced around the room. “Who said that?”

Silence.

“I must be hearing things.”

You’re hearing me.

I whirled. No one was there. I was seriously confused. “Where are you?”

Look again.

It sounded as though the voice was inside my head. Feeling completely crazy, I looked around again. There was no one in the room besides myself and Nuada. I stared at her. “You didn’t somehow learn to talk, did you?”

It’s about time you heard me,
the voice said smugly.

“No…” I had to be imagining things. “You can’t talk. You’re a cat. Oh man, I
am
going crazy!”

A mist surrounded Nuada, which I instantly shrank back from. It reminded me way too much of the fog from my nightmares, the fog Andrei would appear from. I tripped over my desk chair in an attempt to get away from whatever the heck was happening to my cat. The mist cleared, a girl with raven black hair, who looked to be about my age, sat perched on my bed.

“What the—”

She cleared her throat. “Much better. It was getting too difficult to speak like that. This is so much faster.”

“Where’s my cat? What did you do with Nuada?”

Her laughter rang out in my room, reverberating against the walls. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I expected disbelief, but it’s still funny to hear you overlooking the obvious explanation.”

I stared at her for a moment longer as it dawned on me. “Are — are
you
Nuada?”

“Of course! How else would you explain it?”

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“Oh, Raena, after everything that happened to you the past few months, I hardly expected a shape-shifting cat to stun you so much.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “So… you’re my cat. My cat is you.” I sank to the floor and covered my face with my hands. “Sorry to keep repeating it. I’m just not sure how to process all of this. It’s a little overwhelming.”

She nodded as if she expected that. “It’s a little hard to adjust to, I’m sure.”

“You have
no
idea. It’s a little crazy, sitting here having a conversation with my cat. Well, my cat that is currently human. So, are you a cat who can turn into a human, or a human who can turn into a cat?”

“I’m originally a human. I’m actually a sorceress. That’s why I can turn into a cat.”

“This is a little creepy,” I admitted. “I mean, it’s weird to think that I’ve had someone living here with me, and I didn’t even know it! Well, I knew it, but I thought you were a cat.” I stood and began to pace, trying to process all this new information. Nuada’s unblinking eyes followed me as I wandered across the floor. “Now I feel bad about the cat food.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“The cat food. I feel bad for feeding you cat food. If I had known you were human, I would have found a way to bring you some regular food.”

“When I’m in that form, my body is able to process the food that form would take in.”

“Huh?” She seemed to speak in circles.

“When I’m a cat, I can eat cat food. If I was in another form, I would eat whatever that animal ate. Only when I’m human can I eat human food. Understand?”

Now I felt stupid. “Yeah, I understand. So why a cat? Why couldn’t you come to me as a human?”

“I needed to protect you without being obvious. That was what he wanted.”

“He? Who are you talking about?”

“Someone who cares for you very much.”

I mused about that for a moment. “You can’t mean Logan. You were on my doorstep before I ever met him. Can’t be Andrei either. He obviously doesn’t care for me, although he claims to.”

“No, neither of them. Although, I can now say that Andrei is the one I was originally sent to protect you against.”

“Didn’t do a very good job of that, now did you?” I mumbled under my breath.

“You’re forgetting that I can hear you. Although I may not be in my cat-form anymore, I still retain some of the characteristics. I have excellent hearing.”

“Sorry. So, are you going to tell me who sent you?”

She took a deep breath. “I’m not supposed to be telling you this…”

“Nuada… I still feel strange calling you that, you know? You’re supposedly my protector, right? I mean, that’s why you were sent to me. Think about it this way… Wouldn’t it be easier to protect me if I knew who I could and couldn’t trust?”

“I suppose.”

“Well? Are you going to tell me?” I was definitely getting annoyed with this cat/sorceress/human/whatever she was. Although I was starting to prefer her as a cat, weird as it was.

“Very well. The one who sent me… was your father.”

“My
what
?” I wasn’t sure I had heard her right.

“Your father,” she repeated.

“That’s impossible. My father’s dead.”

“Where did you get that idea?”

Now it was my turn to hesitate. “From Andrei.”

She laughed, the tail end of it sounding suspiciously like a purr. “Now why would you believe the devil who kidnapped you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t think about that. I just assumed…”

“That since you had never heard from him, he must be dead?”

“Well, I’d rather believe that than what my mother told me,” I snapped.

“Which was?”

“That they separated before I was born. I didn’t want to believe he’d just abandon me.”

“That’s technically true,” she informed me.

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “So, if that’s true, then why is he bothering with me now?”

“Because he loves you, of course, and he wants you to be safe.”

“Why now?”

“He was forbidden contact with you.”

“Forbidden? By who?”

“Angels were never intended to have children with mortals. It’s just not the way to world works. He’s Fallen and shouldn’t be around you.”

“He’s Fallen? So he’s a devil?” I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that would protect me from the truth. My father was the same as Andrei. Wait, that didn’t make sense. My eyes flew open. “If he’s a devil, then why would he be concerned with my safety? Wouldn’t he
want
me to fulfill whatever this prophecy is?”

“He’s not a devil. Just Fallen.”

“I don’t understand the difference.”

“The devils are inherently evil. The Fallen who aren’t devils are simply — misguided.”

“O-
kay
.” This wasn’t making sense. “Then he doesn’t live in the Shadow Imperium?”

She shook her head. “No. He wanders the earth. He still retains his wings and his powers. He has no desire to see this prophecy fulfilled, because he knows what it means.”

I was afraid to ask. “What does it mean?”

“I’m not entirely sure. I’m technically human, although I have powers. Therefore, I was not informed of the prophecy.”

“Let me get this straight. My father is still alive and he doesn’t want the prophecy fulfilled, so he sent you, a shape shifting sorcerer, to protect me?”

The look she gave me made me feel stupid, but she answered me anyway. “Yes. That’s exactly it.”

“I don’t mean to keep repeating what you say. I just want to make sure I understand.”

“Seems like you understand pretty well.” She paused and laughed. “Now you know that I don’t sound like Angela Lansbury.”

“Huh?” What on earth was she talking about?

She laughed. “You must not remember. A while ago you said something to me, wishing I could talk. You said that you thought I might sound like Angela Lansbury. Now you know that I
can
talk, but I certainly don’t sound anything like her.”

“Ohhh. Now I remember.” I had said that at one point, not knowing she was really human and could understand me.

“And thinking about naming me Luna? Have you been watching too much anime?”

“Yeah, probably. Luna was a black cat.”

“Not all black cats are the same, you know.” She was quiet a moment. “I do have better magical powers.”

“What powers do you have, anyway? Besides the shape-shifting?”

“Ah, that’s for me to know.”

“And me to find out?”

“Not necessarily,” she said cryptically. “You’ll see my powers, as needed, don’t worry.”

“So why did you appear to me as a kitten? I would think a kitten would be more child-like. You’re obviously not a child.”

“You don’t need to know how old I really am.”

“I didn’t ask how old you were. I just wanted to know why you took the form of a kitten. You said you could take any form you wanted, so why that one?”

“I can take any form and any age I want. Kittens seem vulnerable. I had to make sure you would want to take care of me.”

“I would have, even if you had appeared as an older cat, or pretty much any animal, for that matter.”

She shrugged and jumped off the bed. “I sensed that you had an affinity for cats. So a cat I became.”

“An affinity?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s what your father requested.”

“Wait. What? My father?”

“Oops. I probably shouldn’t have said that. Yes, your father pointed me in the cat-form direction.”

“Nuada, will I ever be able to meet him?”

She hesitated. “I’m not sure he wants anyone to know where he is.”

“But you know, don’t you?”

“Sort of. I mean, I know the general area he’s in.”

“So, you know how to contact him?” She remained silent. “Nuada, tell me!”

“I can’t. I’m sorry. Maybe when all of this is over and you’re safe.”

“But I need to know what I am.”

“Well, I could tell you that. You’re a Nephilim.”

“You’re not helping. I already knew that.”

“I didn’t say I would tell you something you didn’t already know.”

It took me a moment to make sense of her statement. “Can’t you tell me anything else? Something I don’t know?”

“Nope. Not at this time.”

“Then I need to meet my father. He must have answers for me.”

“I can’t. I already told you that.”

“Then how am I going to find my answers?”

“Talk to Ismene. Talk to the priest. Maybe one of them has some answers for you.”

“But you don’t know which one?”

“Look, I was just sent to help you in any way I could and to look out for you. So if helping you involves finding you answers to who and what you are, let’s go find them.”

Just then, Genevra called my name from downstairs. Nuada quickly shifted back to her cat-form. My answers would have to wait until later.

It had been two weeks without Logan. I admit I spent a lot of time hiding in my room. Genevra finally drew me out with a bribe. If I got my license, she and Shane would buy me a car. It seemed like as good a time as any. Being able to drive would give me more opportunity to get out of the house, they said. I protested until they arrived home with a gorgeous, silver Chevy Malibu. Just looking at it made me burst into tears. The silver was the exact shade of Logan’s wings. Driving it would remind me of him, but I could hardly refuse such a wonderful gift. They had gone out of their way to make me part of the family and to make me feel better after Logan and I… broke up.

“What’s wrong?” Genevra asked.

“I-it’s too much.” I certainly couldn’t say, “The color reminds me of Logan’s wings. Oops, I forgot. You didn’t know he was an angel.” Yeah right. That would go
so
well.

“You can’t refuse,” Shane said, laughing. “It’s a gift.”

“I could have paid for it…” I trailed off.

“I’ll tell you what. You pay for your own gas and we’ll call it even,” he said.

I nodded my agreement.

“Now let’s take you out driving so you’ll be ready for your test tomorrow,” he announced.

“Test… tomorrow?” I repeated as if I didn’t understand.

“Yes, right after you get out of school.”

I gulped. “I don’t think that will be long enough.”

He steered me toward the driver’s side of the car. “It’ll be plenty of time. You practiced with your mom before, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, a little.”

“You’ll be fine. Now let’s go.” He dangled the keys in front of my face.

When we got in the car, I breathed a sigh of relief when I discovered that it was an automatic. Trying to drive Logan’s Mazda stick shift had been near disastrous. I didn’t care to repeat the experience.

Shane and I drove around the neighborhood for a while. When he finally took me on the freeway, I was fine. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

I passed my test the next day with flying colors.

When we arrived home after my test, Genevra and Shane practically drove me out of the house. I guess they were tired of all my hiding. They sent me to my work to pick up some bread and a pie for dessert, then told me to see if I could get more hours on the schedule while I was there. The bakery owners had been extremely understanding about my disappearance and had given me time off to recuperate once I had returned. I supposed now was as good a time as any to start working more. I had promised Shane that I would pay for the gas in my new car. I didn’t need to work for that money. I still had my savings, as well as my mother’s money, but maybe it would take my mind off things.

I parked my car where I could see it. Capitola was certainly a safe town, but it just made me feel better, since it was a brand new car. I started to walk toward the store and then it hit me. The smell of his cologne wafting on the soft breeze. I froze, the light mist depositing water particles in my hair. His laugh rang out, surprisingly bright for the dismal day. The sound shattered my heart into a million puzzle pieces. He used to laugh like that with me. I was afraid to turn. I knew what I would see. I knew that he would be with her.

Already dreading what I knew I was going to see, I turned around, cursing myself as I did so. Sure enough, Logan was walking not far behind me with Sera. The two were practically inseparable. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I
was supposed to be the one he was with constantly.

I had to go see Ismene. The psychic might be the only one who could tell me how to break this spell.

“Are you following us again?” Logan asked as they approached.

I stared at him, into the emerald eyes that were now hard. Searching his face, I hoped for some sign that he was remembering. His jaw was set, his brow pulled in a scowl. Even his hair seemed different. Where the waves once tumbled freely across his forehead, they were now held back, sculpted with pomade or some other product. His walk had become less of a swagger and more of a challenge. I noticed the way his head tilted differently, the way his lips formed words yet still managed to maintain a constant sneer. No, whatever happened to him hadn’t just erased his memories of us. It changed him.

“Hel-
lo
! Stare much?” Sera asked.

I ignored her. Without even thinking about it, I reached out and placed my hand on his chest, over his heart. “Remember,” I whispered.

“What are you doing?” Logan asked.

I pushed at his chest slightly with the heel of my hand, like I was trying to jump start his heart after it had stopped. As far I could tell, it had. It may not have stopped physically, but it had stopped caring about me. “Remember,” I said louder.

This time a golden glow began to form around my hand. I could feel the heat of it spreading out over Logan’s body. Soon his entire body was bathed in the gold light.

When the light dissipated, Logan slumped to his knees. I caught him as well as I could and guided him to the ground so he wouldn’t hurt himself. He blinked and looked up at me. “Raena? Where are we?”

“Do you remember?” I asked, almost not daring to hope.

He looked at me, confused. Then his eyes widened and he jumped to his feet, on high alert. “Where’s Andrei?”

“Logan, what’s the last thing you remember?” I asked.

“Andrei and I were fighting. He was breaking into the car with an ax...” He paused and looked around. “Where’s my car?”

“Logan, listen to me. You’ve been under a spell or something. Several weeks have passed.”

“Well this has been a nice little reunion,” Sera interrupted.

“Will you just get out of here?” I snapped at her.

“Gladly. But I’m taking Logan with me.”

“No, you’re not. He’s back.” I shoved her and she staggered back. “He’s staying with me.”

“Wrong. He’s mine. He’ll always be mine.”

She got close to Logan and grabbed his wrist. With her free hand, she snapped her fingers. I lunged for Logan, but it was too late. They both disappeared.

I had been so close to getting him back. He
had
been back. Now I’d lost him again. Sera had taken him and I knew she’d put the spell back on him. How was I going to get him free of her for good?

I turned around and headed back for my car. Maybe Ismene would have some answers for me.

I was putting my key in the ignition when a thought struck me. The priest! Maybe he would have an idea, but then again, Ismene helped me in the past… but the priest had helped Logan.

I didn’t know who to go to, who to trust. I wished I had someone I could ask. The only person I could talk to about this was Logan, and he was the one I was trying to save.

Could I talk to Tanis? No, she wouldn’t understand. She didn’t believe in anything she couldn’t see. She would just think I was crazy. She thought that Logan had willingly broken up with me.

I would go see Ismene first. I knew her better than the priest. Then if she couldn’t help, I would try the priest. Maybe between the two of them, someone would know what to do.

My decision made, I turned the car on and headed for the Village. This time I actually paid for parking in one of the metered spaces. I didn’t even want to take the time to leave my car at the park and walk down to Ismene’s shop. Besides, I didn’t want to risk getting a ticket or having my new car towed by parking at the park on a weekday during the school year.

As I walked toward her shop, I hoped she was there. I didn’t know how to get a hold of her if she wasn’t. I rushed inside the store and looked around. Crystals, candles, incense, and books abounded, but I didn’t see her anywhere. I marched up to the counter. “Is Ismene here?” I asked, pitching my voice to carry over the plinky-plunky music that was way louder than usual.

The lady behind the counter looked up from the jewelry display she had been arranging. “She’s in the back, giving a reading.”

I began to head for the back room. “You can’t go in there!” the lady called.

She was right. “Okay, I’ll wait out here. Just please tell her that Rae is here to see her when she’s done.”

She agreed. I started wandering around the shop. I found a keychain with a citrine stone that was larger than the one in my necklace. I wondered briefly if buying it would increase whatever protection Ismene said my necklace carried. I ended up putting it back and moved on. I stopped in front of the books. Would one of these have my answer?

I heard the door open behind me. I ran up to Ismene as soon as she emerged. “You
have
to help me!” I blurted.

“Raena?” Ismene looked puzzled. Once again, she was dressed in mostly black—all except her bright patterned top. She pushed her straight brown hair over her shoulder.“Are you in danger again? Nuada hasn’t come to me.”

“No, I’m not in danger. At least I don’t think so. Can we talk in private?”

“Of course. I don’t have any clients right now.” She ushered me into the reading room and closed the door. “Now what seems to be bothering you?”

“Logan’s under a spell.”

“What sort of spell?”

“I don’t know. She has to be some sort of witch, or something. There’s no other explanation.”

“What exactly happened?”

I sucked in a deep breath. “Okay, so Andrei showed up again. You know, the devil guy that kidnapped me? He and Logan fought. Logan was knocked out. When Logan woke up, he was different. He didn’t remember anything having to do with Andrei, the Shadow Imperium, us being together. He acted like he used to, full of himself. Actually he was even worse. I just saw him and Sera, the witch, by my work. He was so mean. Cruel, almost. I somehow healed him, or whatever. For a moment, he was himself again, but he didn’t remember anything that happened over the past couple of weeks. He didn’t remember anything after the fight with Andrei, the one that started his amnesia. He was okay… and then she took him away from me again. I’m sure he’s back under her spell.”

She looked at me curiously. “How did you heal him?”

“I don’t understand it. The priest, you know at the Catholic church up the street.” I waved my hand in the general direction. “He said that I had healing powers. I don’t know how I do it, or even if it works on anyone besides Logan.”

“So the stories are true.”

“What do you mean?”

“The prophecies of the female Nephilim. You, Raena, are a rarity. People have been searching for you, waiting for you for centuries.”

“How do all you people know this stuff?”

“People? Like whom?”

“You, Andrei… I think the priest said something about it.”

She laughed. “Oh yes, of course Father Matthias would know about you. The old fool spends more time with his nose buried in a book than actually helping people.”

“He didn’t seem that bad. And he’s not that old. He helped Logan find me,” I pointed out.

“Well, don’t worry, Rae. We’ll find something to change your Logan back. I need to do some research. Why don’t you meet me here in a few days?”

I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she was willing to help me. “So you think you can change him back?”

“Yes, of course! I’ll fix Logan, I promise.”

I thanked her and left. Walking back to my car, I began to feel a little better. Ismene would find an answer.