enough guilt in his heart. I’m almost certain hearing that his girlfriend might be losing her mind will finish him.
I’ve given up everything so we can be together. I only hope my sacrifice will be worth it in the end. Will giving up my ability to Change stop the prophecy, the one my father explained to me before he gave me the elixir of humanity? The same prophecy my father told me about when I was a little girl; the one that says that the son of a wandering soul, who belongs to neither the race of men nor the light of the angels, will bring about the world’s destruction. I really don’t know.
The Dark Seraphine—that would be Erica in case you didn’t know—pretends to be a human girl, someone who cares about Caleb, however I know she waits for the right moment to strike. Erica’s innocent act doesn’t fool me. I’m glad she’s gone. I hope she never returns.
That’s all I have to say about that for now.
Then there’s my Caleb. He’s so very curious about the safe house, my new home. I want to show him my digs, the place I disappear to when we’re not together, yet there are rules that govern what I can and can’t do. The house leader, an alchemist from the land of the angels—a powerful man called Mabry—has made it clear that no humans are allowed inside the facility.
You see, there’s this war coming, a battle between the three celestial worlds: the sea people; the land of the Archangel Gabriel’s descendants, a place called Bardonia; and the human lands, Caleb’s world. As I said, he plays a super important role in all this.
I only hope that what the two of us have can stand through whatever tests are most definitely coming our way.
Caleb’s voice in the kitchen tears me out of my thoughts. He strolls over to where his mother stands beside the stove and kisses her cheek. He’s wearing a navy Henley, of course, and blue jeans. Pretty easy to guess what color his tee is, right? I don’t think he’s noticed me sitting on the bench.
“What are my two fav girls up to? Talking about me?”
“Always,” his mom answers and passes a wink my way. The small gesture reminds me so much of her son. “Don’t forget to pack the pencils and notebook paper I got for you. It’s the college ruled kind you wanted.”
“Yes! It’s the mechanical ones.” Caleb makes a cheering motion with his fist, stabbing at the air with it as he studies the box on the countertop.
“Those are the ones you asked for, right?” Mrs. Wood asks, her gaze is eager as she waits for her son’s answer.
“You know it.” He glances at me, winking and giving me a smile that makes his face glow.
I’m happy to see their relationship hasn’t suffered since he found out she kept the true nature of his paternity a secret. Yet still, if you study them long enough, you can see the eagerness in the way his mom prepares food for him. The way she hangs on every word he says with a slight desperation in her tone. Caleb acknowledges every gesture she makes, making sure to return each one of her nervous smiles with one of his own. I regret being the one who has caused all this.
“Are we ready to ride le chariot to our summer palace?” he says to me, coming over to set his book bag down on the countertop I’m seated at.
“I think so,” I answer. Not really , I want to say.
Adjusting to a normal human life has been... well, a little hard for me. Walking the line of the normal means not being able to use the veil—the method of transportation for all my people and other celestial races.
Since the beginning of time, the Seraphin e— my peopl e— and Melusin e— the sea witche s— alike have used the place that exists between the human world and the lands of the three celestial races to quickly travel from one point to the next. Moving along the veil is considered a privilege among the Seraphine, giving us the ability to show up in anyplace at any given time. It’s also a way to take advantage of the weaknesses in the