6
I hear Raffe’s footsteps clomp down the wooden stairs. The front door opens and slams shut. Then I see a snowy wing tip sweep the air outside my window as he takes off.
I shut my eyes in utter humiliation.
How can the world end in a giant fury of biblical proportions yet still leave room for embarrassment?
I lie there for what seems like forever, wishing I could blot out what happened. But I can’t. Massive confusion swirls through me. I get it. He’s not supposed to . . . Daughter of Man . . . blah, blah, blah.
Can’t anything be simple? I sigh and stare at the white ceiling.
I might have stayed there all day if I hadn’t glanced through the door that Raffe left open on his way out.
Across the hallway, Paige’s door is open and her bed is empty.
I sit up. ‘Paige?’
No answer. I grab my tennis shoes, slipping them on while walking down the hallway.
‘Paige?’
I don’t hear anything. She’s not in the kitchen, dining room, or living room. I look out the living room window.
There she is. Her little body is curled up on the ground beside Beliel, who is still chained to the picket fence.
I run outside. ‘Paige? Are you all right?’
She lifts her head, blinking sleepily at me. My heart slows down, and I exhale, letting out the tension.
‘What are you doing out here?’ I’m careful to walk beyond Beliel’s reach. Paige lies just out of his reach too. She may be strangely attached to him, but she’s not stupid.
Beliel the demon lies still. He’s raw and red where the chunks were taken out, although he’s not bleeding anymore. I’m pretty sure he’s come out of his paralysis, but he hasn’t moved since we were at the aerie.
His skin is pruned. His breathing is raspy, as if his lungs are bleeding. He’s not healing as quickly as I expected him to. But his eyes follow us, alert and hostile.
I put my arm under my sister’s shoulders and lift her up in my arms. Until recently, she had been getting too big for me to do that, but the Great Attack changed all that. Now she’s no heavier than a stuffed doll.
She squirms, looking around. She’s making sleepy toddler noises, making it clear she doesn’t want to be taken away. She reaches out toward Beliel, who just sneers. He doesn’t seem bothered or confused by her inconsistent attitude toward him.
‘Your voice sounds familiar,’ says Beliel. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t blinked. He’s like a dead body that can move its eyes and lips. ‘Where have I seen you?’
I’m a little creeped out that he’s thinking the same thing I thought when I first saw him in chains.
I walk away from him with Paige in my arms.
‘Your angel doesn’t have much time left to get his wings back,’ says Beliel.
‘How do you know? You’re not a doctor.’
‘Raphael ripped a wing almost completely off my back once. I had to have that puny human doctor sew it back on. He warned me that I wouldn’t have much time if they came off again.’
‘What puny doctor? Doc?’
‘I ignored him. But now that I think of it, the little puke was probably right. Raphael has done nothing but make us both wingless.’
‘He’s not wingless.’
‘He will be.’ He gives a grim smile, exposing his bloody teeth.
I keep walking onto the porch. I’m almost at the door when he speaks again.
‘You’re in love with him, aren’t you?’ he rasps. ‘You think you’re so special. Special enough to catch an archangel’s love.’ He makes a dry, rattling noise that I think must be a laugh. ‘Do you know how many people have thought they could win his love over the centuries? That he’d be loyal to them just as they were loyal to him?’
I know I should ignore him. Nothing he says can be trusted – I know that – but curiosity burns through me anyway. I put my sister down at the open doorway.
‘Go back to your bed, Paige.’ After a little coaxing, she walks into the house.
I turn and lean on the porch railing. ‘What do you know about him?’
‘You want to know how many Daughters of Men he’s gone through? How many hearts do you think have shattered over Raphael, the great archangel?’
‘You’re telling me he’s a heartbreaker?’
‘I’m telling you he’s heartless.’
‘You’re going to tell me that he did you wrong? That you don’t deserve to be chained up like a rabid animal?’
‘He’s not a good guy, your angel. None of them are.’
‘Thanks for the warning.’ I turn to go back into the house.
‘You don’t believe me. I can show you.’ He says these words quietly like it doesn’t matter to him whether I believe him or not.
I pause at the doorstep.
‘I’m not a big fan of creepy guys offering to show me anything.’
‘That sword you carry around hidden under the stuffed animal,’ he says, ‘it can do more than just look shiny. It can show you things.’
I get goose bumps. How does he know?
‘I can show you what I experienced at the hands of that archangel you’re so enamored with. We just both need to be touching the sword.’
I turn back toward him. ‘I’m not stupid enough to give you my sword.’
‘You don’t need to give it to me. You can hold it while I just touch it.’
I look at him to see if there are any tricks. ‘Why should I risk losing my sword just to see if you’re telling the truth?’
‘There is no risk. The sword will not allow me to lift it or to take it from you.’ He’s talking to me like I’m an idiot. ‘It’ll be perfectly safe for you.’
I envision myself being in a memory trance within easy reach of Beliel. ‘Thanks, but no.’
‘Afraid?’
‘Not stupid.’
‘You can tie my hands, chain me, bag me, put me in a cage. Do whatever you like to ensure your safety from an old demon who can’t even get up on his own anymore. Once you do that, you know the sword won’t allow me to take it, so you’ll be perfectly safe.’
I stare at him, trying to see through his game.
‘Are you really afraid of me harming you?’ he asks. ‘Or maybe you just don’t want to know the truth about your precious archangel? He’s not what he seems. He’s a liar and a betrayer, and I can prove it. The sword won’t let me lie – it doesn’t pass on pretty words. Just memories.’
I hesitate. I should be turning around to leave, and he knows it. I should be ignoring everything he says.
But instead, I stand rooted to the porch. ‘You have your own agenda that has nothing to do with showing me the truth.’
‘Of course I do. Maybe you’ll let me go after you realize that he’s really the bad guy, not me.’
‘You’re the good guy now?’
Beliel’s voice turns cold. ‘Do you want to see it or not?’
I stand in the sunshine, looking at the beautiful view of the bay and the green hills beyond it. The sky is blue with only a few puffy clouds.
I should explore more of the island to see if there’s something here we could use. I should be coming up with a plan to get my sister better. I should be making myself useful instead of flirting with disaster.
But my dream keeps coming back to me. Could Beliel have been one of Raffe’s Watchers?
‘Were you . . . did you used to work with Raffe?’
‘You could say that. He used to be my commanding officer. There was a time when I would have done anything for him. Anything. That was before he betrayed me. Just like he’s going to do to you. It’s in his nature.’
‘I know you lied to my sister just for sport. I’m not a lonely, scared seven-year-old, so drop the evil manipulation act.’
‘Suit yourself, little Daughter of Man. You wouldn’t have believed what you saw anyway. You’re too loyal to the archangel to believe that he was the source of so much misery.’
I turn around and walk into the house. I check to see that Paige is sleeping in her room. I check the cupboards in the kitchen to take stock of the few cans of soup left by the men who were camped here before us.
While wandering around, the desire to see what Beliel is offering nags at me. Maybe he’ll show me something that brings me to my senses about Raffe. Maybe I’ll snap out of it and move on with my life – my life with other human beings, where I belong.
I can’t even think about what happened earlier with Raffe without my face flaming in embarrassment. How am I supposed to look at him when he comes back?
If he comes back.
The thought twists my gut into a knot.
I kick a decorative pillow on the floor, getting no satisfaction out of seeing it bounce off the wall.
Okay. Enough.
It’s just peeking into Beliel’s memory. Obi’s men are risking their lives every day, trying to spy on the angels for tiny scraps of intel. And here I am with the best spying device in the world, plus an offer to go into an enemy’s memories. I’ll have my sword with me the whole time, and it’s true that he won’t be able to use it against me.
I’ll just get it out of my system and move on. I’ll be extra careful.
Regardless of what Beliel has to show me, Paige and I will leave the island afterward, and we’ll go back to the Resistance. We’ll find Mom and see if we can find Doc. Maybe he can help Paige eat normal food again.
And then, after that, we’ll . . . survive.
Alone.
I go upstairs to grab Pooky Bear, then walk outside to Beliel. He’s lying near the fence post, curled in the exact same position he was in when I left. I can see in his eyes that he was expecting me to come back.
‘So what do I do?’
‘I need to be touching your sword.’
I lift my sword, pointing it at him. It shines in the sunlight. I have the urge to ask it if it wants to do this. But I don’t want to sound stupid in front of Beliel.
‘Come closer.’ He holds out his hand to grab it.
I hesitate. ‘Do you need to hold it, or can you just touch it?’
‘Touch it.’
‘Okay. Turn around.’
He turns on the dirt without protest. His back is roped with strings of dried muscle. I don’t want to touch him with a ten-foot sword. But I press the tip of my blade into his back anyway.
‘One wrong move and I’ll stick you right through.’ I’m not sure if the connection is enough with only the tip touching his back, but he doesn’t seem concerned about it.
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
I feel something opening in my head.
It’s not like the other times when I suddenly found myself somewhere else. This one is weaker, lighter, as if I could choose not to go there if I wanted, as if the sword isn’t so sure about this particular voyage.
I take a deep breath too. I make sure my feet are in proper fighting position and brace myself for an attack.
And then I close my eyes.