Fallen 2. Torment(67)

Luce hurried past them and the rest of the Nephilim who weren't engaged in duels

to Roland and Miles. Both were panting. By then Roland had settled to the ground, his

wings retracted inside his skin. Miles looked fine; it was Luce who couldn't stop

trembling.

"You got me." Miles laughed nervously, pushing away the point of the sword.

"Didn't see your secret weapon coming."

"Sorry, man," Roland said sincerely. "Didn't mean to unleash the wings on you.

Sometimes that just happens when I get going."

"Well, good game. Up until then, anyway." Miles raised his right hand to be

helped off the ground. "Do they say 'good game' in fencing?"

"No, no one says that." Roland flipped up his mask with one hand and, grinning,

dropped the sword from his other. He grasped Miles's hand and pulled him up in one

swift move. "Good game yourself."

Luce let out her breath. Of course Roland wasn't really going to harm Miles.

Roland was offbeat and unpredictable, but he wasn't dangerous, even if he had sided with





Cam that last night in the Sword & Cross cemetery. But there was no reason to fear him.

Why had she been so nervous? Why couldn't she get her heart to stop racing?

Then she understood why. It was because of Miles. Because he was the closest

friend she had at Shoreline. All she knew was that recently, every time she was around

Miles, it made her think of Daniel, and how a lot of things between them were sort of

dragging. And how sometimes, secretly, she wished Daniel could be little bit more like

Miles. Cheerful and easygoing, attentive and naturally sweet. Less caught up in things

like being damned since the dawn of time.

A flash of white rushed past Luce and straight into Miles's arms.

Dawn. She leaped onto Miles, her eyes closed and her mouth in an enormous grin.

"You're alive!"

"Alive?" Miles set her back down on her feet. "I barely got the wind knocked out

of me. Good thing you've never come to watch one of the football games."

Standing behind Dawn, watching as she petted Miles where the sword had

skimmed his white vest, Luce felt oddly embarrassed. It wasn't like she wanted to be

petting Miles, right? She just wanted ... she didn't know what she wanted.

"Want this?" Roland appeared at her side, handing her the mask he'd been using.

"You're up next, aren't you?"

"Me? No." She shook her head. "Isn't the bell about to ring?"

Roland shook his head. "Nice try. Just own it, and no one's going to know you've

never fenced before."

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"I doubt that." Luce fingered the thin mesh screen. "Roland, I have to ask you--"

"No, I wasn't going to run Miles through. Why did everyone get so freaked out?"

"I know that. ..." she tried to smile. "It's about Daniel."

"Luce, you know the rules."

"What rules?"

"I can get a lot of things, but I can't get Daniel for you. You're just going to have

to wait it out."

"Wait, Roland. I know he can't be here right now. But what rules? What are you

talking about?"

He pointed behind her. Francesca was beckoning toward Luce with a finger. The

other Nephilim had all taken seats on the benches, except for a few students who looked

like they were preparing to fence. Jasmine and a Korean girl named Sylvia, two tall,

skinny boys whose names Luce could never keep straight, and Lilith, standing alone,

examining the blunt rubber tip of her sword with careful scrutiny.

"Luce?" Francesca said in a low voice. She motioned to the space on the deck in

front of Lilith. "Take your place."

"Trial by fire." Roland whistled, patting Luce on the back. "Show no fear."

There were only five other students standing in the middle of the deck, but to

Luce, it felt as though there were a hundred.

Francesca stood with her arms folded casually over her chest. Her face was

serene, but to Luce it looked like a forced serenity. Maybe she intended for Luce to lose

in the most brutal, embarrassing match possible. Why else would she pit Luce against

Lilith, who towered over Luce by at least a foot, and whose fiery red hair protruded from

behind her mask like a lion's mane?

"I've never done this," Luce said lamely.

"It's okay, Luce, you don't need to be skilled yet," Francesca said. "We're trying to

gauge your relative capacity. Just remember what Steven and I showed you at the start of

the session and you'll do fine."

Lilith laughed and whipped the point of her foil in a broad Z. "The mark of zero,

loser," she said.

"Showing off the number of friends you have?" Luce asked. She remembered

what Roland had said about showing no fear. She slid the mask down over her face, took