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system, something that’s especially useful to our greatest enemy, Bernael, the Angel of Chaos.
    The fallen angel who’s responsible for the tension that exists between our three groups and the prophecy Father’s Seers have said will bring about the end of all our worlds as we know it. He’s also the one who controls the lost souls, the Walkers that no other human or Seraphine can see… No other human besides Caleb.
    Since I gave up my ability to Change, I am no longer able to use the veil, a swirling dimension of colors that exist between this world and the celestial ones. Now, it’s all about using my feet; body parts that I never even used on a regular basis up until a year or so ago.
    That’s when Father sent Raze, my deceased brother, and our bodyguards, Lelo and Marisa—may their souls rest in the land of Elysia—back to fix the chaos I began the day I saved Caleb from drowning. Wow. That’s some story, right? I turn my attention back to Caleb who’s making some goofy expression as he wolfs down his pancakes.
    “Go ahead, eat too fast and have the stomachache from Hades on a Monday,” I warn.
    He rolls his head toward me, giving me a lazy, though sarcastic, look just before he says, “But I do believe my princess in waiting will wave her magic wand and then no stomach ache can touch me.”
    I smirk. “What? Caleb, remind me to tell you to stick with computer engineering in your next life because poetry is probably not going to be your deal.”
    He inhales sharply through his teeth. “Y-ouch.”
    “I do apologize. Well, kinda sort of anyway. “
    “You’re forgiven, this one time.” He holds up his index finger to emphasize his point.
    “That’s all right. My Caleb can do anything he sets his mind to,” Alison—Mrs. Wood—says as she prepares a bowl of soy-based cereal for herself. “He has poetry in his blood. His father always wrote the most disturbingly haunting lyrics.” She’s pouring milk and hasn’t noticed that her words have caused Caleb to stop eating. He sets his fork down on his plate.
    “Right. So which dad are we talking about, Mom? Dude A, aka Darren the oblivious, or perhaps we’re thinking of Dude B, aka the poster man for strange, odd and hasn’t been seen in over a decade now?”
    Alison covers her mouth, holding his gaze a few seconds. She finally lowers her hands and says, “Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I just, I...” Tension has settled over us like fog, even clouding over the sunshine beaming through the window beside the back door.
    Caleb scoffs a laugh. “It’s cool, Mom. Seriously.” Scooting his plate away, he turns to me. “Time to go, I do believe.”
    “Finish your food, hon,” Alison tells him. Her voice almost sounds as though she’s pleading. Her statement was innocent and I feel bad about this sudden change of mood between Caleb and his mom.
    “I’m not hungry anymore.” Without looking at her, Caleb lifts his bag and starts toward the door. I ease my body out of the chair, lift my purse and follow him.
    “Have a good day, you two,” Alison calls out in a tired voice. I glance back at her, taking in her slumped shoulders and the defeated way she lowers her head. I guess I was wrong about my earlier assumptions. Once again, the actions of my people have affected someone else the boy I love cares about.

Chapter Three
    Caleb
     
    I ease the Challenger into my usual parking spot, the one that’s located three cars down from where Erica used to park her Benz.
    People have stopped asking me about her. I guess after dating the head cheerleader I was thinking I’d get a ton of grief about the way I supposedly broke her heart. She dated Thorne Wiggins for a couple of months after our breakup, if you wanna call it that. Didn’t happen that way, though. Kids fell right back in line, waiting to board the Erica and Thorne love-hate train, desperate to have a bit of normal back in their lives, I guess. Even Kyle accepted our breakup, making sure to tell me