Borrowed Angels
Max's POV
I sat down alone, outside the hotel the flock was staying at. Dylan came and joined and I said, "Dylan, I can't."
Yes, you can, Max," he said softly.
"Dylan," I began.
"Max, Angel only wanted you to be happy. Is that so different from what I want? What Fang wants? What Maya wants?" Dylan demanded.
I scowled at Dylan—things were tense between me and Fang—and I'd recently discovered Maya and I were really twins.
That night, we all sat down and began listing what we remembered or missed most about Angel. "Her smile," Iggy said, simple.
Dylan looked at me and said, "The way she could see right through you."
Gazzy said, "She was my sister."
I nodded and said, "How much she loved—all of us."
Total sniffled and said, "She saved me—at the Institute."
I nodded, remembering. Then I realized Nudge hadn't said anything. "Nudge?" I asked. "What do you remember or miss about Angel?"
Nudge looked at me and softly said, "How Angel was a Borrowed Angel."
Gazzy, Iggy, Dylan, Total, and I all stared at the twelve-year-old and I said, "Um, could you tell us what you mean by 'Borrowed Angel'?" I asked.
Nudge nodded and said, "Well, I found this song a couple of days after Angel's disappearance—it's called, "Borrowed Angels" and it's by Kristin Chenoweth. It just reminded of Angel and of Ari."
I bit my lip and quickly whispered to Dylan, "My half-brother—died during the Itex riots." Dylan gently hugged me.
Nudge asked, "Do you want to hear it?"
I nodded and followed Nudge as she went into my room and picked up my iPod. "I put it on your iPod, just in case you ever wanted to listen to it, Max," she said. I could only nodd.