"They are crazy," Gabbe said. "But very ambitious. She's part of a secret sect. I should have realized it sooner, but the signs are very clear now. They call themselves the Zhsmaelim. They dress alike, and all have a certain… elegance. I always thought they were more show than anything else. No one took them too seriously in Heaven," she informed Luce, "but they will now. What she did tonight was grounds for exile. She might be seeing more of Cam and Molly than she bargained for."
"So Molly's a fallen angel, too," Luce said slowly. Out of everything she'd learned today, this made the most sense.
"Luce, we're all fallen angels," Daniel said. "It's just that some of us are on one side… and some of us are on the other."
"Is anyone else here on" — she swallowed—"the other side?"
"Roland," Gabbe said.
"Roland?" Luce was stunned. "But you were friends with him. He was always so charismatic and great."
Daniel only shrugged. It was Arriane who looked concerned. Her wings beat in a sad, agitated way and sent forth a brush of dusty wind. "We'll get him back someday," she said quietly.
"What about Penn?" Luce asked, feeling a knot of tears in the back of her throat.
But Daniel shook his head, squeezing her hand. "Penn was mortal. An innocent victim in a long, pointless war. I'm so sorry, Luce."
"So that whole fight out there…?" Luce asked. Her voice choked. She couldn't bring herself to really talk about Penn yet.
"Just one of many battles we wage against the demons," Gabbe said.
"Well, who won?"
"Nobody," Daniel said bitterly. He picked up a large shard from the stained-glass ceiling and flung it across the chapel. It shattered into a hundred tiny fragments, but it didn't seem to have released any of his anger. "Nobody ever wins. It's close to impossible for one angel to extinguish another. It's just a lot of beating until everyone gets tired and calls it a night."
Luce jolted when a strange image flashed into her mind. It was Daniel being struck directly on the shoulder by one of the long black bolts that had hit Penn. She opened her eyes and looked at his right shoulder. There was blood on his chest.
"You're hurt," she whispered.
"No," Daniel said.
"He can't get hurt, he's—"
"What is that on your arm, Daniel?" Arriane asked, pointing at his chest. "Is that blood?"
"It's Penn's," Daniel said brusquely. "I found her at the foot of the stairs."
Luce's heart constricted. "We need to bury Penn," she said. "Next to her father."
"Luce, honey," Gabbe said, standing up. "I wish there were time for that, but right now, we've got to go."
"I won't abandon her. She doesn't have anyone else."
"Luce," Daniel said, rubbing his forehead.
"She died in my arms, Daniel. Because I didn't know any better than to follow Miss Sophia to this torture chamber." Luce looked at all three of them. "Because none of you told me anything."
"Okay," Daniel said. "We'll make things as right for Penn as we can. But then we need to get you far away from here."
A gust of wind filtered down from the gash in the ceiling, causing the candles to flicker and making the remaining shards of glass in the broken window sway. In the next moment, they fell in a rain of sharp splinters.
Just in time, Gabbe glided off the altar and came to stand at Luce's side. She seemed unfazed. "Daniel's right," she said. "The truce we called after the battle applies only to angels. And now that so many know about the" — she paused, clearing her throat—"um, change in your mortality status, there are a lot of bad ones out there who'll be interested in you."
Arriane's wings lifted her off the ground. "And a lot of good ones who will come out to help fend them off," she said, gliding toward Luce's other side as if to reassure her.
"I still don't get it," Luce said. "Why does it matter so much? Why do I matter so much? Is it just because Daniel loves me?"
Daniel sighed. "That's part of it, as innocent as it sounds."
"You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds," Arriane chimed in.
"Honey, this is a very long story," Gabbe told her, the voice of reason. "We can only give it to you a chapter at a time."
"And like with my wings," Daniel added, "you'll have to awaken to a lot of it on your own."
"But why?" Luce asked. This conversation was so frustrating. She felt like a child being told she would get it when she was older. "Why can't you just help me understand?"