Finale
the fray, I stared helplessly as two Nephil boys sank to their knees, futilely
resisting the fallen angels who stood over them, clearly demanding their oaths of fealty.
One fallen angel, bony and pale as the moon, chopped his arm so viciously at a Nephil girl’s neck, he broke it in the middle of her scream.
He inspected the girl’s face, which eerily resembled my own face from this distance. Same long, curly hair. She was also about my height and build.
He studied her face and growled impatiently. His cold eyes scanned the crowd, and I got the feeling he was hunting for his next victim.
“We need to get out of here,” Vee said urgently, gripping my hand tightly. “This way.”
Before I could wonder if Vee, too, had seen the fallen angel break the girl’s neck, and if she had, how she was possibly remaining so calm, she shoved me forward into the crowd.
“Don’t look back,” she yelled in my ear. “And
hurry
.”
Hurry. Right. Trouble was, we were fighting at least a hundred other people to the doors. In a matter of seconds, the crowd had turned into a frantic mob, shoving and scrambling to reach an
exit. Serpentine had stopped mid-song. There was no time to go back for Scott. I could only hope he’d escaped through the stage doors.
Vee stayed on my heels, bumping me from behind so often, I had to wonder if she was trying to shield my body. Little did she know,
I
would be trying to protect
her
if the
fallen angels caught up to us. And despite my single yet grueling training session with Dante this morning, I didn’t think I stood a chance at succeeding.
The temptation to turn back and fight ballooned suddenly inside me. Nephilim had rights.
I
had rights. Our bodies didn’t belong to fallen angels. They had no just cause to possess
us. I’d hastily promised the archangels I would stop the war, but I had a personal stake in the outcome. I wanted war, and I wanted freedom, so that I would never, ever have to bend on one
knee and swear my body over to anyone else.
But how could I get what I wanted, and appease the archangels?
At last Vee and I plunged into the cold night air. The crowd fled into the darkness both ways down the street. Without stopping to catch our breath, we raced toward the Neon.
C HAPTER
7
V EE BOUNCED THE NEON INTO THE DRIVEWAY OF the farmhouse and punched the stereo off.
“Well, that was enough crazy for one night,” she said. “What was that? Greasers verses Socs?”
I’d been holding my breath, but I exhaled softly in relief. No hyperventilating. No hysterical hand gestures. No mention of necks snapping. Luckily, Vee hadn’t seen the worst of it.
“You’re one to talk. You never read
The Outsiders
.”
“I saw the movie. Matt Dillon was hot before he got old.”
A thick, expectant silence filled the car.
“Okay, cut the crap,” Vee said. “Small talk’s over. Spill.” When I hesitated, she added, “That was some crazy business back there, but something was wrong way
before that. You were acting funny all night. I saw you running in and out of the Devil’s Handbag. And then, suddenly, you want to clear out the place. I gotta tell you, babe. I need an
explanation.”
This was where things got tricky. I wanted to tell Vee the whole truth, but it was also vital to her safety that she believe the lies I was about to tell her. If Cowboy Hat and his friends were
serious about digging around in my personal life, sooner or later they’d learn Vee was my best friend. I couldn’t stand the idea of them threatening or questioning her, but if they did,
I wanted every answer she gave them to sound convincing. Most important, I wanted her to tell them, without any hesitation, that all my ties to Patch had been severed. I intended to throw water on
this fire before it raged out of hand.
“While I was at the bar tonight, Patch came over, and it wasn’t pretty,” I began quietly. “He was—wasted. He said some stupid things, I refused to leave with him,
and he got physical.”
“Holy shiz,” Vee muttered under her breath.
“The bouncer kicked Patch out.”
“Wow. I’m speechless. What do you make of all this?”
I flexed my hands opened and closed in my lap. “Patch and I are over.”
“Over
over
?”
“As over as they come.”
Vee leaned across the console and gave me a hug. She opened her mouth, saw my expression, and thought better of it. “I won’t say it, but you know I’m thinking it.”
A tear wobbled at the edge of my
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