Chapter Sixteen
In the days that came next, I reflected it was a good thing I’d only had casual friends in high school, and didn’t stay very connected to any of them after I graduated. I had Taryn and Kelsey, of course, but they were different. They were family — all right, Taryn not by blood, but she might as well have been. We’d been raised by people who were fighting the same fight, who had the same secrets to hide. Getting close to the girls at my school had been impossible, not when I knew I could never tell them the truth about who my father was, or what kind of blood really flowed in my veins.
Anyway, Raphael would have been hard to explain to any of those high school acquaintances. Men who looked like movie stars — or gods descended from heaven — weren’t exactly to be found wande
