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They had only just found each other in this lifetime and finally had a chance to be together. But, as usual, explaining the details could kill her. The buried truth—specifically what Luce would think of it—terrified Daniel. This was why her experience at Shoreline would be crucial. For eighteen days, Daniel could kill as many Outcasts as came his way.

The sun was setting over Mount Tamalpais and the evening fog was rolling in. It would be his last chance to see her. Cam looked at him strangely, wondering whether to concede. A second time, Daniel had to physically force his aching wings back into his skin. Time to flee this cursed, ugly scene, to let his wings carry him back to a place where he could be his true self. Back to Luce. And back to the lie he would have to live a little while longer.

Half asleep, she found it so much easier to pretend she was already reunited with Daniel. The absence of his voice, his warmth, the touch of his wings: it had sunk into her bones, like a strange illness. An arm brushed against hers, and Luce opened her eyes. She was face to face with a wide-eyed, brown-haired guy a few years older than her.

Out the window, the view was startling. The plane was making its descent into San Francisco, and Luce had never seen anything like it before. As they traced the south side of the bay, a winding blue tributary seemed to cut through the earth on its way to the sea.

The stream divided a vibrant green field on one side from a swirl of something bright red and white on the other. She pressed her forehead to the double plastic pane and tried to get a better view. He leaned in closer. She looked out across the midnight-blue water, which seemed to stretch forever west. Sun-over-water had always meant morning to Atlantic coast—raised Luce. But out here, it was almost night. Luce shook her head but held her tongue. She kept staring out the window. Cole had coached her about keeping a low profile.

It was a lie. A few weeks before, this would have infuriated her. There were more out there like Miss Sophia, that Luce knew. But no one had told her how to recognize them. Miss Sophia had seemed normal, up until the end. Could the others look as innocent as … this brown-haired guy sitting next to her? Luce swallowed, folded her hands on her lap, and tried to think about Daniel. Daniel was taking her someplace safe. Luce pictured him waiting for her in one of those gray plastic airport chairs, elbows on knees, his blond head tucked between his shoulders.

Rocking back and forth in his black Converse sneakers. Standing up every few minutes to pace around the baggage carousel. There was a jolt as the plane touched down. Suddenly she was nervous. Would he be as happy to see her as she was to see him? She focused on the brown and beige pattern on the cloth seat in front of her.

Her neck felt stiff from the long flight and her clothes had a stale, stuffy airline smell. The navy-blue-suited ground crew outside the window seemed to be taking an abnormally long time to direct the plane to its Jetway.

Her knees bobbed with impatience. How did he know about her luggage? Instantly, her cheeks reddened. The guy coughed. He must have had the same idea, because he edged backward in the aisle and swept his hand forward. As politely as she could, Luce pushed past and bounded toward the exit. Only to get caught in a bottleneck of agonizing slowness on the Jetway. Silently cursing all the casual Californians shuffling in front of her, Luce stood on her toes and shifted from foot to foot.

Finally, she could move. She was headed toward the only thing in the world that had the power to make her feel better. There he was. For a second, Luce stood still and just enjoyed the view. He looked the same, yet somehow different. He looked up and finally saw her. His smile practically gleamed. She took off running toward him. Within a second, his arms were around her, her face buried in his chest, and Luce let out the longest, deepest breath.

Her mouth found his and they sank into a kiss. She went slack and happy in his arms. The love she felt, the love that Daniel reciprocated, all still felt so surreal. Still caught up in his kiss, Luce lightly pinched his bicep. Not a dream. But when Luce was least expecting it, her laugh turned into a sniffle.

Then they were through the sliding glass doors and she took her first real breath of the West Coast. The early-November air felt fresh and brisk and somehow healthy, not soggy and chilled like the Savannah air this afternoon when her plane had taken off.

The sky was a brilliant bright blue, no clouds on the horizon. Everything looked new-minted and clean—even the parking lot held row after row of recently washed cars. A line of mountains framed it all, tawny brown with scraggly dots of green trees, one hill rolling into the next.

She was not in Georgia anymore. We barely spoke. Really, I slept the whole flight. She stood still, wanting more, not even realizing that Daniel had stopped in front of a car.

And not just any car. A black Alfa Romeo. She was still getting used to the reincarnation part of their story. It was so unfair. A whole car she had no memory of. Like he knew she was hungry for the details but might not be able to swallow too many at once.

That was the one thing about her past lives: The ending rarely changed. Except, it seemed, this time it could. But she was dying to find out. She caught herself. They had to be careful. Seventeen years was not enough, and in this lifetime, Luce was adamant about sticking around to see what it was like to really be with Daniel. He cleared his throat and patted the gleaming black hood.

Daniel glanced suspiciously around the parking lot. A moment later, Daniel snapped the trunk shut. Luce blinked. He seemed nervous. It was a strange, new thing for Luce: seeing his face look so serene on the surface, but knowing him well enough to sense something deeper underneath. I just—We both just have to be cautious. She loved watching Daniel expertly work the gearshift as they took the ramp onto the freeway and zipped through traffic; loved feeling the wind whipping through the car as they sped toward the towering San Francisco skyline; loved—most of all—just being with Daniel.

In San Francisco proper, the road turned much hillier. Every time they crested one peak and started careening down another, Luce caught a different glimpse of the city. It looked old and new at the same time: Mirror-windowed skyscrapers backed right up against restaurants and bars that looked a century old.

Tiny cars lined the streets, parked at gravity-defying angles. Dogs and strollers everywhere. And the first candy-apple-red glimpse of the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. Her eyes darted around to keep up with all the sights.

And even though she had spent most of the past few days sleeping, she suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. Daniel stretched his arm around her and guided her head toward his shoulder. On the Golden Gate Bridge, throngs of pedestrians, spandexed bicyclers, and joggers flanked the cars.

Far below was the brilliant bay, dotted with white sailboats and the beginning notes of a violet sunset. Tell me everything. Daniel was joking, but it was a strange new kind of joke. Luce still felt like her heart and brain were both struggling to catch up to the changes in her life. There was nothing to hold back from one another anymore. She pulled on his arm. She moved to put her hand on his, but he pulled away to downshift.

Classes start tomorrow. This was supposed to be a provisional trip. And no harm will come to you. The school has a special, protective quality. A camouflage-like shield. Why do I need a protective shield? I thought coming out here, away from Miss Sophia, was enough.

You can protect me from Cam, or Molly, or whoever. Any other angels? That was like my shooting up a flare into the sky to let everyone know where we are.

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To alert anyone who is looking for me—and by me, I mean you. I am too easy to find, too easy for others to track down. And that bit with your bag?

For half an hour, the two of them rode in silence. In and out of patches of fog, up and down the rocky, arid terrain. They passed signs for Sonoma, and as the car cruised through lush green vineyards, Daniel spoke. You 15 going to stay mad at me the whole time?

She thought of and refused to give voice to hundreds of questions, frustrations, accusations, and—ultimately—apologies for acting like such a spoiled brat. At the turnoff for the Anderson Valley, Daniel forked west and tried again to hold her hand.

She really wanted to not be fighting with Daniel right now. In the roiling sea of new state, new school, new dangers everywhere, Daniel was the only rock she had to hold on to. And he was about to leave her? A full moon shone down on a cluster of buildings: a lighthouse, several copper water towers, and rows of well-preserved old wooden houses. Daniel pointed east, into a dark, dense forest of redwood and maple trees. The park looked sad and lonesome, a dull line of low-ceilinged cookie-cutter boxes set along a cheap gravel road.

Your father in that lifetime brought your family out from Illinois during the gold rush. The man was wearing a white undershirt and flannel boxers. Yet it was so clear to Daniel. You had these blue gingham curtains that I used to part so I could climb through your window at night after your parents were asleep.

Luce closed her eyes and tried to fight back her stupid tears. Hearing their history from Daniel made it feel both possible and impossible. Hearing it also made her feel extremely guilty. Better even than she knew herself. Would Daniel know what she was thinking now?

Luce wondered whether, in some ways, it was easier to be her and to never have remembered Daniel than it was for him to go through this time and time again. Daniel smiled. One night around dinnertime I was walking past your house. Your mother had the cabbage going, and it stank so badly I almost skipped your house. But then I saw you through the window. You were sewing. Daniel reached for them across the console. What was that like? In the side mirror, Luce watched the mobile home park grow smaller, darker, until it disappeared completely.

But then, a few seconds later, Daniel parked the car in front of an empty all-night diner with yellow walls and floor-to-ceiling front windows.

The block was full of quirky, quaint buildings that reminded Luce of a less stuffy version of the New England coastline near her old New Hampshire prep school, Dover.

The street was paved with uneven cobblestones that glowed yellow in the light from the streetlamps overhead. At its end, the road seemed to drop straight into the ocean. A coldness sneaked up on her. She had to ignore her reflexive fear of the dark. Daniel had explained about the shadows—that they were nothing to be afraid of, merely messengers. Which should have been reassuring, except for the hard-to-ignore fact that it meant there were bigger things to be afraid of.

If she was going to trust Daniel when he said he had to abandon her after longing all her life for this reunion—well, maybe she just wanted to understand the origins of that trust. To know when and how it had all begun.

Luce bit her lip, trying to think back to the research she and Penn had done. The Grigoris are a clan. Because they watch and learn from what happened when … back when I was still welcome in Heaven.

And back when you were … well, this all happened a very long time ago, Luce. Where was I? Is that what happened? Did you …? The world was newer, but you were just the same. He nodded. The only difference was, in the beginning, you were off-limits to me. Things were very violent in Heaven. Because of who … I am … I was expected to stay away from you. You were a distraction. The focus was supposed to be on winning the war.

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Daniel would have to be important in Heaven in order to have caused such a big rift. In order for his love of a mortal girl to be so off-limits.

For me? She felt heavy, like she was dragging. Dragging him down. The air was cool and moist with sea spray. Just to the left of the steps, a trail led away.

Daniel smiled at her, straightening his shoulders, and unfurled his wings. Slowly, they extended up and out from his shoulders, unfolding with an almost inaudible series of soft snaps and creaks.

Fully flexed, they made a gentle, feathery fwump like a duvet being flung over a bed. There were two tiny, otherwise invisible slits, which parted now to let his wings slip through. Or did he have certain, special things he wore when he knew he planned on flying? Either way, his wings never failed to leave Luce speechless.

They were enormous, rising three times taller than Daniel, and curved up into the sky and to either side like broad white sails. Their broad expanse caught the light of the stars and reflected it more intensely, so that they glowed with an iridescent shimmer.

Near his body they darkened, shading into a rich earthy cream color where they met his shoulder muscles. But along their tapered edges, they grew thin and glowed, becoming almost translucent at the tips. Luce stared at them, rapt, trying to remember the line of every glorious feather, to hold all of it inside her for when he went away. He shone so bright, the sun could have borrowed light from him. The smile in his violet eyes told her how good it felt for him to let his wings out.

As good as Luce felt when she was wrapped up in them. I have to give you something to remember me by. I guess were not quite back at Shoreline. Not quite? Look at this excuse for a road.

Look at that fortress thing down there. She gasped.

And are those little moving dots knights? Unless were in some kind of theme-park, were stuck in the freaking Middle Ages! She covered her mouth. Wed better not get the plague. Whose Announcer did you open up in Jerusalem, anyway? I dont know, I just. Were never going to get home! Yes, we are, Shel.

I read about this. I think. We got backwards in time by leapfrogging through other angels Announcers, so maybe we have to get home that way, too. Well, what are you waiting for?

Open another one! Its not like that. Miles jerked his baseball cap lower over his eyes. Shelby could barely see his face. I think we have to find one of the angels, and just sort of borrow another shadow You make it sound like borrowing a sleeping bag for a camping trip.


If we find a shadow that casts across the century where we actually exist, we can make it home. How do we do that? Miles shook his head. I thought Id done it when we were with Daniel in Jerusalem. Im scared. Shelby crossed her arms over her chest and shivered in the wind. Just do something! I cant justespecially not with you screaming at me Miles! Shelbys body seized up. What was that rumbling sound behind them?

Something was coming up the road. A horse-drawn cart creaked toward them. The clop of horses hooves was growing louder. In a second,. Shelby screamed. The silhouette of a stout man holding the reins of two brown-and-white-spotted horses rose into view on the sloping road.

Shelby grabbed Miles by his collar. Hed been fussing nervously with his hat, and as she yanked him behind the wide trunk of an oak tree, the bright blue cap flew off his head. Shelby watched the capthe cap that had been part of Miless daily wardrobe for yearssail through the air like a blue jay. Then it plummeted downward, into a wide pale-brown puddle of mud in the road.

My hat, Miles whispered. They were huddled very close together, their backs against the rough bark of the oak. Shelby glanced over at him and was amazed to see his face in its entirety. His eyes seemed magnified. His hair messy. He looked. Miles tugged on his hat-hair, self-conscious. Shelby cleared her throat and her thoughts. Well get it as soon as the cart goes by. Just stay out of sight until this dude is out of the way.

She could feel Miless warm breath on her neck and the jut of his hipbone pushing against her side. How was Miles so skinny? The guy ate like a horse, but he was all meat and no potatoes. At least, that was what Shelbys. Miles fidgeted, straining to see his cap.

Stay still, Shelby said. This guy could be some sort of barbarian. Miles held up a finger and tilted his head. Hes singing. A patch of snow crunched under Shelbys feet as she craned her neck around the tree to watch the cart approach.

The driver was a ruddy-cheeked man with a dirty shirt collar, daggy trousers that were obviously handmade, and a colossal fur vest he wore cinched at the waist with a leather belt. His small blue felt cap looked like a ridiculous little polka dot in the center of his broad, bald forehead.

His song had the jolly, raucous ring of a pub tune and boy, was he belting it out. The clopping of his horses hooves sounded almost like a drumming accompaniment to his loud, brassy voice: Riding to town t fetch a maid, a busty maid, a lusty maid.

Riding to town to take a bride, in eventide, a Valentine! Shelby rolled her eyes. But at least she recognized the mans accent, a clue. So, I guess were in jolly old England.

And I guess its Valentines Day, Miles said. Twenty-four hours of feeling especially single and pathetic. Shed done jazz hands on that last bit for effect, but Miles was too busy watching the crude board cart drive by to notice. The horses were tacked in unmatched blue and white bridles and harnesses. Their ribs were showing. The man rode alone, sitting atop a rotting wooden bench at the head of the cart, which was about the size of a truck bed and covered with a sturdy white tarp.

Shelby couldnt see what the man was hauling to town, but whatever it was, it was heavy. The horses were sweating despite the frigid weather, and the planks of wood at the carts base strained and shuddered as it drove toward the walled city. We should follow him, Miles said.

What for? Shelbys mouth twitched. Want to fetch yourself a busty, lusty maid? Id like to fetch someone we know, whose Announcer we can use to get us home. Your lip balm? He parted her lips with his thumb. His touch left Shelby momentarily speechless. Well have a better shot coming across one of the angels in town. The carts wheels groaned in and out of ruts in the muddy road, rocking the driver from side to side.

Soon he was close enough that Shelby could see the coarseness of his beard, which was as thick and black as his bearskin. His pitch faltered on the extended last syllable of Valentine, and he took a great gulp of air before beginning again. Then his song broke off abruptly. Whats this? Shelby could see that his hands were chapped and red from the cold as they tugged roughly on the horses reins to slow them.

The rail-thin animals neighed, coming to a stop just short of Miless bright blue baseball cap. No, no, no, Shelby muttered under her breath. Miless face had gone pale. The man shimmied fatly off the bench, his boots landing in the thick mud. He walked toward Miless hat, bent down with another grunt, and swooped it up in the blink of an eye. Shelby heard Miles swallow hard. A quick swipe against the mans already filthy trousers and the cap was halfway clean. Without a word, he turned and mounted the carts bench again, tucking the hat inside the tarp behind him.

Shelby looked down at herself and her green hoodie. She tried to imagine this mans reaction if she were to pop out from behind a tree wearing weird clothes from the future and try to take back his prize.

It was not a calming idea. In the time it had taken Shelby to chicken out, the man had tugged on the reins; the cart started rolling to town again, and his song entered its twelfth off-key.

Another thing Shelby had screwed up. Oh, Miles. Im sorry. Now we definitely have to follow him, Miles said, a little desperate.

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Shelby asked. Its just a hat. But then she looked at Miles. She still wasnt used to seeing his face. The cheeks Shelby used to think of as babyish seemed stronger, more angular, and his irises were speckled with a new intensity. She could tell by his crestfallen expression that it definitely wasnt just a hat to him.

Whether it held special memories or was simply a good-luck talisman, she didnt know. But she would do anything to get that look off his face. Okay, she blurted out. Lets go get it. Before Shelby knew what was happening, Miles had slipped his hand through hers.

It felt strong and assured and a little impulsiveand then he tugged her toward the road. Come on! Everyone has their own love story. And in a twist of fate, four extraordinary love stories combine over the course of a romantic Valentine's Day in Medieval England. Miles and Shelby find love where they least expect it.

Roland learns a painful lesson about finding and losing love. Arianne pays the price for a love so fierce it burns. And for the first and last time, Daniel and Luce will spend a night together like none other.

Lauren Kate's Fallen in Love is filled with love stories. True love never says goodbye.

Rapture Book 4 : The sky is dark with wings. And time is running out for Luce and Daniel. In order to stop Lucifer from erasing the past, they must find the place where the Fall began.And she has. Looking around, she accidentally caught the eyes of a couple of students. We can do nothing to hasten this part but leave her alone. To know when and how it had all begun. Ohy, ohy allora il mio sesto senso non ha sbagliato!

It was not a calming idea. Until he came for her, it was all she had to hold on to. Outcast A particular rank of angels.