everything I had just seen and felt
was off would mean I believed everything I had just seen and felt
for the last few days. The fire, the emotions, the wings. Was it al
real or was he just playing a trick on my mind?
I looked back at Kayden. "What am I?"
The smalest of smiles touched his lips, but his eyes were
shining. Swirls of obsidian and slate weaved in his eyes. "You
should get inside before you get sick. Magical or not, you can stil
get a cold."
I nodded and stood up, shaking my arms of the excess
water drops that clung to my skin. Everything felt so surreal, so
fake, as if any moment I would wake up and find myself stil in bed
shaking from a broken fever and clinging to drenched sheets.
Kayden folowed me inside the house and handed me a
ripped sheet of paper towels to dry off with. I colapsed onto the
nearest chair in the kitchen and took them. My face pressed in
them I made sure to hide the smal prickle of tears that melded in
with the water from my face. This was al real. I couldn't pretend it
was accident or coincidence anymore.
I looked over to Kayden as he leaned against the marble
countertops, his fingers absentmindedly playing with one of the
drawer handles. He seemed just as lost as I felt right now.
"Your kind hasn't existed for almost three hundred years."
His head tilted to face the ceiling. "Funny, I had been thinking this
whole time you were some kind of warlock or under the protection
of one." He shook his head. "Oh how wrong I was."
"What does that mean? What am I, Kayden?"
He didn't turn to look down at me. "You have many
names, but the most common is Nephilim."
names, but the most common is Nephilim."
"I don't know what that means," I brought the paper towel
off my face. My hands rested in my lap and twisted the damp
towel over and over. "I don't know what any of this means."
"It means you're a hybrid. Half-human, half-angel." He
leaned off of the counter and puled out a chair from the table.
Slumping into it backwards he continued. "You're the stuff of
legend. The thing demons would tel their children to scare them
straight. Warlock spels I can handle, warlocks I can handle.
Vampires, faeries, werewolves, other demons I al know and can
handle. But this, I don't even know what to do."
We sat there in silence as I tried to wrap the words around
my head. Half-human, half-angel, he had said. My heart warmed
just at the thought of it, a curious sensation of heat spreading
through every extension of my body.
"We have to play this carefuly," Kayden said out of the
blue. I looked up to find him staring at me intently. "If anyone were
to find out-"
"Who could I possibly tel?" I asked sarcasticaly. "Like my
brother would even believe me if I did. Or Abigail for that matter.
Actualy, she would, you know, after she'd dial the nearest psych
ward."
He frowned. "I'm serious, Essalie. This can't go past the
two of us until I figure out where to go from here." His eyes glazed
over for a second to a thoughtful faraway stare. "There has to be a
reason for this. Nephilim don't just pop up out of the blue."
"This isn't your problem, Kayden, stop treating it like it is.
"This isn't your problem, Kayden, stop treating it like it is.
Everything wil work out." I snapped at him. He wasn't the one
who had to suddenly deal with the problem of setting things on fire.
He didn't have to deal with wings sprouting from his back, at least I
didn't think so. I stood up from my chair the same time he did.
"Have you realy been alive for over three hundred years?"
Pushing his chair in, he nodded absentmindedly. "Longer
than your pretty little mind can wrap around. You're right,
everything wil work out. I'l see if I can find anything in some of the
books I have at home." His lips twisted. "I won't count on it,
though, unless you think stories of an ancient mythical being would
exist in the fine print of a Playboy?"
I made a face just as my eyes spotted the clock
was off would mean I believed everything I had just seen and felt
for the last few days. The fire, the emotions, the wings. Was it al
real or was he just playing a trick on my mind?
I looked back at Kayden. "What am I?"
The smalest of smiles touched his lips, but his eyes were
shining. Swirls of obsidian and slate weaved in his eyes. "You
should get inside before you get sick. Magical or not, you can stil
get a cold."
I nodded and stood up, shaking my arms of the excess
water drops that clung to my skin. Everything felt so surreal, so
fake, as if any moment I would wake up and find myself stil in bed
shaking from a broken fever and clinging to drenched sheets.
Kayden folowed me inside the house and handed me a
ripped sheet of paper towels to dry off with. I colapsed onto the
nearest chair in the kitchen and took them. My face pressed in
them I made sure to hide the smal prickle of tears that melded in
with the water from my face. This was al real. I couldn't pretend it
was accident or coincidence anymore.
I looked over to Kayden as he leaned against the marble
countertops, his fingers absentmindedly playing with one of the
drawer handles. He seemed just as lost as I felt right now.
"Your kind hasn't existed for almost three hundred years."
His head tilted to face the ceiling. "Funny, I had been thinking this
whole time you were some kind of warlock or under the protection
of one." He shook his head. "Oh how wrong I was."
"What does that mean? What am I, Kayden?"
He didn't turn to look down at me. "You have many
names, but the most common is Nephilim."
names, but the most common is Nephilim."
"I don't know what that means," I brought the paper towel
off my face. My hands rested in my lap and twisted the damp
towel over and over. "I don't know what any of this means."
"It means you're a hybrid. Half-human, half-angel." He
leaned off of the counter and puled out a chair from the table.
Slumping into it backwards he continued. "You're the stuff of
legend. The thing demons would tel their children to scare them
straight. Warlock spels I can handle, warlocks I can handle.
Vampires, faeries, werewolves, other demons I al know and can
handle. But this, I don't even know what to do."
We sat there in silence as I tried to wrap the words around
my head. Half-human, half-angel, he had said. My heart warmed
just at the thought of it, a curious sensation of heat spreading
through every extension of my body.
"We have to play this carefuly," Kayden said out of the
blue. I looked up to find him staring at me intently. "If anyone were
to find out-"
"Who could I possibly tel?" I asked sarcasticaly. "Like my
brother would even believe me if I did. Or Abigail for that matter.
Actualy, she would, you know, after she'd dial the nearest psych
ward."
He frowned. "I'm serious, Essalie. This can't go past the
two of us until I figure out where to go from here." His eyes glazed
over for a second to a thoughtful faraway stare. "There has to be a
reason for this. Nephilim don't just pop up out of the blue."
"This isn't your problem, Kayden, stop treating it like it is.
"This isn't your problem, Kayden, stop treating it like it is.
Everything wil work out." I snapped at him. He wasn't the one
who had to suddenly deal with the problem of setting things on fire.
He didn't have to deal with wings sprouting from his back, at least I
didn't think so. I stood up from my chair the same time he did.
"Have you realy been alive for over three hundred years?"
Pushing his chair in, he nodded absentmindedly. "Longer
than your pretty little mind can wrap around. You're right,
everything wil work out. I'l see if I can find anything in some of the
books I have at home." His lips twisted. "I won't count on it,
though, unless you think stories of an ancient mythical being would
exist in the fine print of a Playboy?"
I made a face just as my eyes spotted the clock
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