Julia couldn’t remember the guy’s name, but she gave him a tired smile, because he and his soccer game were the reason she’d known there were Chosen here. He smiled back and nodded. “Hi, Julia.” Then he stretched his hand out for Cayne. “Ein,” he said. Hesitantly, Cayne took it; compared to lanky, boyishly handsome Ein, he looked so stern and sturdy—a warrior, like the Authorities. Of course, she realized: He was half angel. And it was weird, for just a second, picturing Cayne’s father…a fallen angel. It made her somehow sad.“Cayne,” he said finally, green eyes flicking up at Henry. Henry patted Cayne’s shoulder. “Sorry about what happened, man. We got them straight now.”Cayne nodded tersely, and there was a moment of awkwardness in which Julia wanted to babble, but didn’t. When Cayne continued making like an island, she gave a quick smile, said, “Nice to see you both again,” and dragged him off. “So that was awkward,” she told him when the elevator doors swished shut.
