"Wait," Luce said, "the sorry-ass ex-boyfriend. Did he ..."
Shelby looked away. "We were meditating together, and, I don't know, somehow during the mantra, I accidentally levitated. It wasn't even a big deal, I was, like, two inches o the oor. But Phil wouldn't let it go. He started bugging me about what else I could do, and asking all these weird questions."
"Like what?"
"I don't know," Shelby said. "Some stu about you, actually. He wanted to know if you'd taught me to levitate. Whether you could levitate too."
"Why me?"
"Probably more of his pervy roommate fantasies. Anyway, you should have seen the look on his face that day. Like I was some sort of circus freak. I had no choice but to break things o ."
"That's awful." Luce squeezed Shelby's hand. "But it sounds like his problem, not yours. I know the rest of the kids at Shoreline look at the Nephilim funny, but I've been to a lot of high schools, and I'm starting to think that's just the way most kids' faces naturally bend. Besides, no one's `normal.' Phil must have had something freakish about him."
"Actually, there was something about his eyes. They were blue, but faded, almost washed out. He had to wear these special contacts so people wouldn't stare at him." Shelby tossed her head to the side. "Plus, you know, that third nipple." She burst out laughing, was red in the face by the time Luce joined in and practically in tears when a light tapping on the windowpane shut both of them up.
"That better not be him." Shelby's voice instantly sobered as she hopped up from the bed and ung open the window, knocking over a potted yucca in her haste. yucca in her haste.
"It's for you," she said, almost numbly.
Luce was at the window in a heartbeat, because by then, she could feel him. Bracing her palms on the sill, she leaned forward into the brisk night air.
She was face to face, lip to lip, with Daniel.
For the briefest moment, she thought he was looking past her, into the room, at Shelby, but then he was kissing her, cupping the back of her head with his soft hands and pulling her to him, taking her breath away. A week's worth of warmth owed through her, along with an unspoken apology for the harsh words they'd said the other night on the beach.
"Hello," he whispered.
"Hello."
Daniel was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. She could see the cowlick in his hair. His tremendous pearl-white wings beat gently behind him, probing the black night, luring her in. They seemed to beat in the sky almost in time with her heart. She wanted to touch them, to bury herself in them the way she had the other night on the beach. It was a stunning thing to see him oating outside her third-story window.
He took her hand and pulled her over the windowsill and out into the air and his arms. But then he set her down on a wide, at ledge under the window that she'd never noticed before.
She always felt the urge to cry when she was happiest. "You're not supposed to be here. But I'm so glad you are."
"Prove it," he said, smiling as he pulled her back against his chest so that his head was just over her shoulder. He looped one arm around her waist. Warmth radiated from his wings. When she looked over her shoulder, all she could see was white; the world was white, all softly textured and aglow with moonlight. And then Daniel's great wings began to beat--
Her stomach dropped a little and she knew she was being lifted--no, rocketed, straight into the sky. The ledge below them grew smaller and the stars above shone brighter and the wind ripped across her body, tousling her hair across her face.
Up they soared, higher into the night, until the school was just a black smudge on the ground below. Until the ocean was just a silver blanket on the earth. Until they pierced a feathery layer of cloud.
She wasn't cold or afraid. She felt free of everything that weighed her down on earth. Free of danger, free of any pain she'd ever felt. Free of gravity. And so in love. Daniel's mouth traced a line of kisses up the side of her neck. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist and turned her to face him. Her feet were on top of his, just as when they'd danced over the ocean at the bon re. There was no wind anymore; the air around them was silent and calm. The only sounds were the beating of Daniel's wings as they hovered in the sky and the beating of her own heart.
"Moments like this," he said, "make everything we've had to go through worthwhile."
Then he kissed her as he'd never kissed her before. A long, extended kiss that seemed to claim her lips forever. His hands traced the line of her body, lightly at rst and then more forcefully, delighting in her curves. She melted into him, and he ran his ngers along the backs of her thighs, her hips, her shoulders. He took control of every part of her.
She felt the muscles beneath his cotton shirt, his taut arms and neck, the hollow at the small of his back. She kissed his jaw, his lips. Here in the clouds, with Daniel's eyes sparkling brighter than any star she had ever seen, this was where Luce belonged.
"Can't we just stay here forever?" she asked. "I'll never get enough of this. Of you."
"I hope not." Daniel smiled, but soon, too soon, his wings shifted, attening out. Luce knew what was coming next. A slow descent.
She kissed Daniel one last time and loosened her arms from around his neck, preparing herself for ight--but then she lost her grip.
And fell.
It seemed to happen in slow motion. Luce tipping backward, her arms ailing wildly, and then the rush of cold and wind as she plummeted and her breath left her. Her last glimpse was of Daniel's eyes, the shock in his face.
But then everything sped up, and she was falling so furiously she couldn't breathe. The world was a spinning black void, and she felt nauseated and scared, her eyes burning from the wind, her vision dimming and tunneling. She was going to pass out.
And that would be it.
She would never know who she really was, never know whether it had all been worth it. Would never know whether she was worthy of Daniel's love, and he of hers. It was all over; this was it.
The wind was a fury in her ears. She closed her eyes and waited for the end.