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"Then get it for me," Verchiel demanded with a fervent hiss.

And with trembling fingers, the blind Archonreached inside the Malakim's skull to take theprize his
master so desperately sought.

chapter one
 Vilma Santiago pressed the phone to her ear,listening to the sounds of sadness and disappointment. She
hated lying to her aunt anduncleтАФhated how it made her feel like a sillylittle girlтАФbut the alternative was
somethingthat she herself had barely begun to comprehend, never mind her guardians.

No, I didn't really run away from home to hookup with a boy I barely knew, but was convinced thatI'd
fallen in love with,she wanted to tell them.Nope, not at all. In fact I was kidnapped by real liveangels
as bait to lure AaronтАФyou know, that boythat I'm in love withтАФinto a trap. The bad angelswanted to
kill Aaron before some kind of ancientprophecy that he was supposed to represent cametrue. You see,
Aaron is a Nephilim, the child of ahuman mother and an angelтАФand guess what, so amI.Isn't that
awesome?

She heard her aunt's voice suddenly askingif she was still there, and Vilma promptlypushed aside the
truth in favor of the lies. At themoment, lies were far less trouble.

"I'm here," she said, trying to keep the tonein her voice cheerful and upbeat. "Sorry aboutthat, I think we
might have a bad connection."

The woman's questions droned on and on,the same questions that she had asked duringVilma's first call
a week ago. Was she in trouble?Did she have a place to stay? When was shecoming home? Vilma gazed
through the glasspartition in the back of the phone booth at thetraffic whizzing past her on the highway
acrossfrom the roadside stop. She wanted nothingmore than to be in one of those cars, speedingaway
from her lifeтАФrunning from what she hadlearned about herself. But she knew that wasimpossible,
because no matter how far she drove or how fast she ran, she could never escape whatshe truly was.

Nephilim. The word continued to haunt her.She had read about these offspring of angels andhumans in
the numerous books about heavenly beings she had enjoyed reading over the years,but she had never
imagined that the knowledgeshe had gleaned would in any way, shape, orform pertain to her. It was just
all so crazy.

"Are you sure you're all right?" her auntasked yet again, and Vilma paused before allowing the lie to flow
from her mouth.

The thing that made her a NephilimтАФwhatAaron described as an angelic essenceтАФhadawakened at the
strike of midnight on her eighteenth birthday. With each passing day shecould feel it growing stronger.
And it scared her.

"I'm fine," she said into the phone. "I toldyou, I just need a little more time to figure out what I want to do
with my life. As soon as I do,I'll come home. I promise."

Isthat really a lie?she wondered, barely hearing her uncle's hundredth offer to come and gether
wherever she was, any time of the day or night. All she had to do was call, let him knowwhere to find
her, and he would be there for her.Will I ever be able to return to Lynn, MassachusettsтАФespecially
being the way I am now?