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me, he never bonded with Bess, Father’s new wife, and her bratty daughter, Audrina. A selfish part of me is glad they’re not around to share in this private moment.
    “Our people are getting butchered, Chela. They’re being drained of their blood. Things like this are what happens when you play games. A good example of that is when you pretend you can’t read the words inside of important scrolls. Do you understand the extent of this situation now?” Nina bites out at me.
    Boy do I ever understand.
    You’ve screwed up again, Prizeon.
    Nina is talking about the scroll Leezra Konkrin gave the king of Bardonia, Zanas Indrail, just before she came to our world and lost her memory. Only Leezra’s ancestors, the descendants of the seraphim—people like me—can read the scroll. A few months ago, she asked me to read it. I didn’t trust Nina enough to tell her what was in the letter. I guess I probably should have told her. Now, I regret my actions.
    “We’ll have to find another gate keeper now that Sarah’s out,” Nina says in a calm voice that doesn’t crack a bit. We’ve destroyed the computers she monitored for us and disposed of the body.”
    I’m stunned by what I’m hearing. I pull away from Father. “What are you saying? You’re just going to toss her body without a burial? A priest? Nothing?”
    “Procedures,” Nina says blandly. “Angel-bloods can’t very well drop our dead off at the morgue.”
    “But—but she needs a funeral. She had friends. She’s in Bess’s home restoration group. They’ll ask questions,” I say in a voice that squeaks through my gasping breaths.
    “They’ll find a replacement for her,” Nina says in a bland voice.
    “You’re a bitch,” I blurt before I can stop myself. The room falls deathly silent except for the wind’s howls.
    “I don’t mind being labeled as the realist in all of this. Somebody has to be that person. We don’t need others using Sarah’s house as a gateway,” she says to Father. He’s so composed. But then, as a government employee, he has learned to conform, to be calm when given this type of news.
    Faris could wind up being the next victim of these crazy new gangs. Before I either throw up or pass out, I turn around and walk in a daze up to my room. My spirit grieves for my teacher, and my heart aches for the boy who left me so many months ago.
    My overworked mind threatens me with a blackout. I don’t care. For the first time ever, I actually want to get knocked out so I can forget about everything I just heard and saw. Each day, I walk around in a state of nothing. Mrs. Needlemeyer is dead. And it’s my fault like so many other things that have happened over these past few months—or maybe this whole lifetime.
     

Chapter Six
    Memory Lane (Faris)
     
    Thinking of my family has kept me company over the past few months while I’ve been held inside my dark cell. Olivia can treat me like an animal, sell my blood, and let me starve; but she’ll never take away the love I have for my people and Chela.
    In the memory I’m thinking about right now, I’m a young boy again. My sister, Asa, runs in front of me, her black hair flowing behind her. We play hide and seek with several kids who live near us. Some of them are royalty, others come from the servants’ quarters. To Asa, we’re all the same.
    Father won’t think so, though. He’ll make the servant kids go home. Sometimes they get punished just for associating with us. But my dear old dad isn’t the average Father. He’s King Zanas Indrail, the last of the royal-blooded descendants of the Archangel Gabriel. That makes me his son, the Prince who let his people down when he gave in to the thing living inside him.
    “Faris, over here! We can hide in the trees,” Asa suggests. She grabs my hand and pulls me deeper into the woods. We both realize our parents will strip our hides for leaving the safety of the palace; but we don’t care. Laughing and running as fast as we can,