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wasn't his favorite body. It was too
young to legally do some of the things he most enjoyed. It was,
however, undeniably attractive. And really, he smirked, when had
legalities ever stopped him?
    He traced his fingertips along the hard line
of his jaw and across the high, chiseled cheekbones reflected in
the mirror, then turned his face from side to side and looked at
his thick honey colored hair. He looked wholesome. Innocent. Like a frickin' All-American , he thought.
    The most arresting thing about his face, what
he knew he would use to his advantage, were his eyes. They were a
deep, smoky gray and framed with lashes so lush and dark they would
make any girl jealous. No, this wasn't his favorite body. But it
would definitely do.
    Footsteps echoed in the concrete hallway that
separated the boys' and girls' locker rooms, and he turned away
from the mirror and pretended to look in one of the open lockers.
When he heard the door slam shut behind him he turned and arched an
eyebrow. "Looking for shorts?" he asked. "They're all yours."
    Jack pushed past Lucian and headed back down
the hallway to the gym. When he stepped through the low doorway a
few of the more athletic looking boys in the bleachers gave him
hostile looks. He knew they were intimidated by his height and
muscular build. They were so easy to read, like dogs looking down a
losing fight for alpha. They should be intimidated , he
thought. More than they already are.
    The girls were watching him too. He could see
them in his peripheral vision, staring at him. He was framed in the
dim light of the corridor, and they were devouring his silhouette
with their eyes. He stretched in a nonchalant way that flexed a few
of his new muscles and smiled. There was a lot to hate about these
bodies, and he did hate them. He would trade every skin he'd ever
had for a true form. But even he couldn't deny that being human had
a few pleasures.
     
     
     

Chapter 16
     
     
    Lucian watched the clock and waited for the
final bell to ring. The last class of the day seemed to creep by
more slowly than a whole year outside of time. He inched forward
onto the edge of his seat as he watched the minute hand creep
closer to three o'clock, and felt impatient for the first time in
his existence.
    He longed for a quick glimpse of the
Timeline, just to see if anything had changed, but he knew that was
impossible. Forbidden. He had never known so little about what the
future might hold.
    He felt like he had never known so little in
general. He was a Higher Order, and Higher Orders were only called
down in drastic circumstances. It had only been necessary a few
times before; there weren't many problems the angels already on the
Earth couldn't handle. Now that he was here, he wasn't sure what to
do or how long it would be necessary for him to stay.
    Most of the Light that crossed planned to
stay on Earth for hundreds of years. There were even a handful that
had crossed after the Great Flood and never returned. Protecting
humans became their passion. They gave up their true forms, lived
like humans, let themselves age. Their bodies slipped away and they
were reborn over and over again.
    Lucian knew that his presence, the fact that he had to cross, meant that something was seriously,
frighteningly wrong. Something bigger than all the Warriors and
Guardians on earth could fix. Something big enough to make the
future disappear.
    His mission, and apparently the answer to the
darkness, was the key. It was the most important thing in the
world, and he had no idea how to find it. He tapped his fingers on
the desk in front of him as he turned the idea over in his mind.
That could mean anything. It, whatever it was, could be
anywhere.
    He tapped his fingers faster, drumming them
hard against the desk as he tried to form some sort of plan. His
fingers were flying, a blur, when he realized that the girl sitting
to his right was glaring at him. He choked back a growl of
irritation and glanced at the clock.
    Four