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Lucifer and his minions, other angels have fallen, as well. Free will sometimes leads them to do things that are against the rules governing my race. While on Earth in human form, sometimes angels and demons interact with people and attraction sparks. Out of those unions come special children with the blood of both celestials and humans in their veins. Those children are known as the Nephilim.”
    Something resounded in her at Elle’s revelation. She’d never known her father, and her mother had always been very secretive about him. In fact, just the mention of him sent her mother into a tizzy, and she refused to tell Addison anything at all.
    “He’s nobody you need to know … ever,” she’d told Addison the last time she’d asked. “You’re better off not knowing, Addie.”
    “I never knew my father,” she murmured.
    Elle nodded. “I know. Your mother had her reasons for keeping his identity a secret. She just wanted to protect you.”
    “I don’t understand why, though,” Addison replied. “I mean, would it be so bad for me to know that my dad’s an angel? It’s kind of cool, when you think about it.”
    For a moment, Elle didn’t speak; she watched Addison with an expression of pity lining her face.
    That’s when it all came together. Addison understood why her thoughts and feelings turned toward the macabre with such ease. Why her anger often grew strong enough to almost choke her. Why sometimes she wondered if she wasn’t the most evil, heartless person on the planet.
    She had it in her blood.
    “My dad’s not an angel, is he?” she asked.
    Elle shook her head. “No,” she replied gently. “He is not.”

Chapter 5: Temptations
     
    “Stop sulking. We’re doing this.”
    Jack watched Micah from the corner of his eye. Side by side, they worked to set the dining room of Mama Jo’s Café to rights at the end of a long shift. Their apartment sat over a Cajun diner owned by Josephine Broussard, a squat Cajun woman with a mother’s personality—thus the nickname ‘Mama Jo.’ She allowed the guys to live there for next to nothing. The two also worked for her—Jack as a waiter and busboy, while Micah assisted in the kitchen.
    Micah’s oversized biceps bulged and rippled as he wiped down tables with a white rag. “I ain’t sulkin’.”
    Jack snorted, the sound heavy with sarcasm. “Like hell, you’re not.”
    Micah paused and sighed, keeping his head lowered over the small, round table. His jaw appeared tense, his eyebrows furrowed. When he got like this, Jack knew his sister’s memory haunted him. Micah was almost never serious, but when he thought about the sister he had lost to the wrong side of the war between Heaven and Hell, he became angry and sullen. Rightfully so, but Jack couldn’t let Micah’s feelings interfere with their new mission. This might just be the most important assignment they’d ever been tasked with.
    “She’s a demon, Jack. A demon .”
    “Addison Monroe is not a demon. She’s a Naphil.”
    “Born from demon scum,” Micah spat out, his eyes narrowed as he snapped his burning gaze toward Jack. “I don’t get it.”
    “We don’t have to get it; we just have to do it. Think about it, Micah. This is our chance to end this thing, a chance at a normal life.”
    Micah reached for a bin filled with dirty dishes and turned toward the kitchen. “I got news for you, podna ,” he said as he brushed past Jack. “The moment we let them brand us with that damn Guardian symbol, normal went buh-bye.”
    Jack watched Micah go, realizing the truth of that statement. He finished his cleaning duties before locking the front doors and turning off the dining room lights. He always offered to help Micah scrub pots and pans in the kitchen, but he needed a break from his partner’s surly mood. Micah was a powder keg of emotions ready to be set off at any time and he went from highs to lows with such ease, it could make your head spin. Nonetheless, Jack knew the reasons