been a painful year since then, but even now the memories were more like half-remembered nightmares, their details blurring and fading with the passage of time.
Camdon took Lizbethâs place by Angelaâs side. Gently, he placed his large hand on top of Angelaâs. âAngela, you were a good friend to my sister. She was a troubled girl, unpopular and bullied. But you chose to be her friendâeven until the end. If you wonât do it for yourself, join the Order for people like her. For people like Janna. Give them something to belong to, and a renewed sense of pride.â
Angela nodded, suddenly speechless.
Camdon Willis left her side. âAt least think about it. You have some time,â he said.
Yet Angela could feel him staring intensely at her.
As if that was the cue for everyone to leave, nineteen chairs slid away from the table and their occupants milled out of the room. Sophia followed them, hastily grabbed at coats and scarves set on the couches, and delivered them to their proper owners. Father Schrader was the last to leave.
He took his hat from Sophia and slapped it onto his thick white hair, already grumbling about the cold. He buttoned his long black coat from the waist up.
âThe first snowfall in Luz in two centuries. The end is certainly nigh,â he muttered to himself.
Angela stepped in front of him, blocking the front door. âFather Schrader . . . how is Stephanie doing? I . . . Iâve been curious . . .â
They stood next to a statue so lifelike it could have been a real angel listening to their secrets, his marble hand cupped around his marble ear.
Father Schrader glanced around furtively. âNot good, Miss Mathers. Not good. We can get nothing of sense out of her. No crucial information, not even a sentence worthy of note.â His face darkened. âIf it hadnât been for that demon, I would have said she was simply insane. Perhaps we should consider her fate to be a lesson: that pride indeed comes before the inevitable fall. Human beings were not meant to commune with angels, and vice versa. There are firm reasons why God has so definitively separated the two.â
But what about the creatures who were in between?
Angelaâs mind flashed to Stephanieâs missing ex-boyfriend Kim. Heâd called himself a half-breed. The forbidden offspring of a race of devils called Jinn and a human witch, he was an immortal vagabond who belonged nowhere. But Angela was sure Kimâs hatred of the Jinn had more to do with being an outsider like Angela than heâd ever admit. Perhaps that explained why heâd been searching for the Archon in the first place, even his crazy need to see Angela seated on the Throne of Hell in Lucifelâs place. Maybe what heâd really wanted all along was just to make a place for himself.
For both of them.
Angela shivered, almost feeling his touch in the drafts against her neck. It was impossible not to remember his golden eyes, his firm hands, or even the way heâd whispered in her ear. Everything about him had been suspicious, even his odd human name. Yet some kind of strange attraction had compelled Angela to listen and believe him, even to trust, as if their futures depended mysteriously on each other. Sheâd wanted to know so much more about him, but after the battle with Lucifel that had almost killed Angela, Kim had simply disappeared, leaving her with a thousand questions and no one able or willing to answer them.
Or maybeâand Angela shivered with an entirely different kind of feeling this timeâmaybe his past had just finally caught up with him.
She forced herself to finally ask one of those many questions. âHave you heard anything about Stephanieâs old boyfriend, Father Schrader? His name was Kim . . .â
Father Schrader raised an eyebrow again. This time, he stared at Angela as if he could see right through her. âThat oneâI knew he