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eyes. “How do I know you’re
not lying to me?” I asked. “You are a nephilim, after all. Why should I trust
you? Again ?”
    “Why did you come here?” Ty asked.
    I pursed my lips. “I don’t know.”
    “But you did come here,” Ty pointed
out. “You knew before you stepped in this bar who I am, and who my father is.”
He leaned forward onto the bar, resting his forearms on the worn wood. “Which
means, deep down, you trust me,” he finished, his eyes watching me, hopeful.
    I chewed at my lower lip, considering him
carefully. “Maybe I’m just not a good judge of character,” I said, eventually.
I reached over and scooped up my groceries. “Maybe I’m a glutton for
punishment,” I added. Once again, I turned on my heel and headed for the door.
    “For what it’s worth, I think you are a
good judge of character,” Ty called after me. “And I’m going to do what I can
to prove that to you.”
    I took a deep breath and turned around. “You
have made my life difficult,” I pointed out. “This is the first time I have
been outside the convent walls in weeks, and even then, I had to sneak out.” I
took a couple of steps back towards him, but relaxed my shoulders. “But the
number of people camping outside the churches in this city has dropped right
down, and apparently the newspapers have gotten bored.”
    Ty’s head dropped. “About that,” he
sighed.
    I took another step towards the bar, the
brown paper grocery bag crumpling as my grip tightened. “What?” I demanded,
sharply.
    Ty raised his hand to scratch at the back
of his neck. “My dad convinced Claudia to release your name. She ran the story
this morning. The last I heard, the network news was planning on running it,
although I think they were going more along the angle of you creating the hoax,
rather than being an angel.”
    I saw red. Hardly aware of what I was
doing, I plucked an onion from the bag and launched it as hard as I could at
Ty. His reflexes seemed to be supernatural, as he ducked behind the bar, just
in time to dodge the onion which exploded against a bottle of whiskey, sending
alcohol, glass and onion raining down around him. “I can’t believe I came here
to give you a second chance!” I snarled before I stormed out of the bar,
ignoring Ty’s cries behind me.

CHAPTER THREE
A Vigilance of Virtues
     
    I was surprised, and incredibly relieved,
to discover that the crowd outside St. Mary’s hadn’t grown by the time I had
returned. It would be opening soon for morning Mass anyway. Despite this, Ty’s
words were still ringing in my head and I chose to return in the same way I had
left.
    Inside, I had barely finished unpacking
the onions from the bag when I heard voices carrying down the hallway. Of late,
any voices that I had heard had belonged to the angels, complaining about
something. Today, I recognized one of them, but it sounded so out of place in
the convent, that I was sure I wasn’t hearing correctly. I screwed the paper
bag up and tossed it in the recycle box which desperately needed emptying, and
made my way over to the door.
    “I’m aware of the consequences of the
public finding out about this place, Michael,” the voice said, firmly. “I
climbed over the neighbor’s fences, caught the bus and got off two stops early
to make certain I got lost in the morning traffic.”
    “Sarah?” I asked as I stepped out of the
kitchen. Just down the hallway, my aunt was indeed mid-conversation with the
archangel of the House. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” Both
Michael and Sarah turned towards me with matching grim expressions on their
faces. “Why are you climbing over the neighbor’s fences?” Sarah was fifty-six
years old, although she seemed younger. She was certainly not the type of
person who would go climbing fences unless her life was in danger.
    “There are reporters camped outside the
house,” she said, calmly. “The first news crew arrived sometime around five
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