I'll give you the info over the book.
Romance was not part of Nora Grey's plan. she's never been particularly attracted to the boys at her school, no matter how hard her best friend, Vee, pushes them at her. not until patch draws Nora to him against her better judgement.
but after a series of terrifying encounters, Nora's not sure whom to trust. patch seems to be everywhere she is and seems to know more about her than her closest friends. she can't decide whether she should fall into his arms or run and hide. and when she tries to seek some answers, she finds herself near a truth that is way more unsettling than anything patch makes her feel.
for she is right in the middle of an ancient battle between the immortal and those who have fallen-- and, when it comes to choosing sides, the wrong choice will cost Nora her life.
Then, i'll type you guys the prologue
Loire valley, France. November 1565
Chauncey was with a farmer's daughter on the grassy banks of the loire river when the storm rolled in, and having let his gelding wander in the meadow, was left to his own two feet to carry him back to the chateau. he tore a silver buckle off his shoe, placed it in the girl's palm, tugged on his boots on started for home.
rain sheeted down on the darkening countryside surrounding the chateau de langeais, Chauncey stepped easily over the sunken graves and humus of the cemetery; even om the thickest fog he could fine his way home from here and not fear getting lost. there was no fog tonight, but the darkness and onslaught of rain were deceiving enough.
there was a movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. at first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height, neither stone or marble, the boy had arms and legs. his torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. he hopped down from the monument, the ends of his black hair dripping rain. it slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's
Chauncey's hand crept to the hilt of his sword. ''who goes there?''
the boy''s mouth hinted at a smile.
''do not play games with the duc de langeais,'' Chauncey warned.''i asked for your name.give it''
''duc?'' the boy leaned against a twisted willow tree.''or b*****d?''
Chauncey unsheathed his sword.''take it back! my father was the duc de langeais. I'm the duc de langeais now,'' he added clumsily, and cursed himself for it.
the boy gave a lazy shake of his head. ''your father wasn't the old duc.''
Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult.''and your father?''
he demanded, extending the sword. he didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. he would brand the family name of this boy to memory.''I'll ask once more,'' he said in a low voice, wiping a hand down his face to clean away the rain''who are you?''
the boy walked up and pushed the blade aside. he suddenly looked older than Chauncey has presumed, maybe even a year or two older than Chauncey. ''one of the devil's brood,'' he answered.
Chauncey felt a clench of fear in his stomach. ''you're a raving lunatic,''he said through his teeth. ''get out of my way.''
the ground beneath Chauncey tilted. burst of gold and red popped behind his eyes. hunched with his fingernails grinding into his thighs, he looked up at the boy, blinking and gasping, trying to make sense of what was happening. his mind reeled like it was no longer his to command.
the boy crouched to level their eyes. ''listen carefully. i need something from you. i won't leave until i have it. do you understand?''
gritting his teeth, Chauncey shook his head to express his disbelief--his defiance. he tried to spit at the boy, but it trickled down his chin, his tongue refusing to obey him.
the boy clasped his hands around Chauncey's; their heat scorched him and he cried out.
''i need your oath of fealty,'' the boy said. ''bend on one knee and swear it''
Chauncey commanded his throat to laugh harshly, but his throat constricted and he chocked on the sound. his right knee buckled as if kicked from behind, though no one was there, and he stumbled forward into the mud. he bent sideways and retched.
''swear it,'' the boy repeated.
heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fist. he laughed at himself, but there was no humor. he had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. it would not lift until he took the oath. he would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation.
''lord, i become your man,'' Chauncey said venomously.
the boy raised Chauncey to his feet. ''meet my here at the start of the Hebrew month of cheshvan. during the two weeks between new and full moons, I'll need your service''
''a...fortnight?'' Chauncey's whole frame trembled under the weight of his rage.''i am the duc de langeais!''
''you are a nephil,'' the boy said on a sliver of a smile.
Chauncey had a profane retort on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it. his next works were spoken with icy venom. ''what did you say?''
''you belong to the biblical race of nephilim. your real father was an angel who feel from heaven. you're half mortal.'' the boy's dark eyes lifted, meeting Chauncey's. ''half fallen angel''
Chauncey's tutor's voice drifted up from the recesses of his mind, reading passages from the bible, telling of a deviant race created when angels cast from heaven mated with mortal women. a fearsome and powerful race. a chill that wasn't entirely revulsion crept through Chauncey.''who are you?''
the boy turned, walking away, and although Chauncey wanted to go after him, he couldn't command his legs to hold his weight. kneeling there, blinking up thought the rain, he was two thick scars on the back of the boy's naked torso. they narrowed to form an upside-down V.
''are you--fallen?'' he called out''your wings have been stripped, haven't they?''
the boy--angel--whoever he was did not turn back. Chauncey did not need the confirmation.
''this service I'm to provide,''he shouted. ''i demand to know it is!''
the air resonated with the boy's low laughter.
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You'll have to read the book to find out what happens next ;D
