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Angels to Fallen Angels

"Angelorum ad Angelos Apostaticos," he read aloud.

"Angels to Fallen Angels," she translated.

"You're good with your latin," he complimented.

"I went through several sessions of trying to learn the language for years. I better be." She mulled over it. "It's perfect; exactly what I need. Thank you."

"So, why is the interest in this in particular?"

"…" she looked to her right, wondering if she should tell someone. But what if the Clave found out and they wanted to kill her? She couldn't take that risk. She only just met these people. "It's…complicated."

"What's so complicated about it?"
"I'm about to figure that out." She looked across the index before spotting what she wanted. "Daemon, sanguinem, et angelus sanguis," she muttered to herself before flipping to the page.

"Demon blood and angel blood," Jace said, reading the text. "Why are you curious of that?"

"Why are you curious of what isn't your business?"

He sat up straight. "I'm always curious about what isn't my business. That's a natural being's general feeling."
"Shut up," she demanded, finding the line of text that made sense to her predicament. "Angelus miscetur daemoni a sanguine sanguinem in terram angelum esse debet determinari nisi, venatores an Angelus mereri umbra alarum eius futurum. Alis si Angelus non acquirit Angelus est Angelus caelesti ex utero eius vertetur ejicio daemonia exanime atque in inferno aeternum malum esse oportet." She looked up from the book, tensing automatically in wonder of if this was what had happened to her.

"If a demon's blood is mixed with Angel's blood," Jace started. "An angel must be put onto the earth to be with shadow hunters until determined whether or not the angel will earn its wings in the future. If the angel fails to gain its wings, the angel it was born from shall banish its child from heaven and the angel will become a soulless demon bound to being evil and living in Hell for eternity." He looked up at her, eyes growing much more curious than they had been before. "What is this about, Leigh-Ann Grace?"

"I prefer Leigh-Ann, thank you," she started. "And the reason I'm so curious is still none of your business. I don't know you, so I don't trust you."

He put a hand on her shoulder, which Sadie instantly growled out, though he did not remove his hand. "You can tell me. I won't tell the others."

She looked over at him. "Just because you're pretty, doesn't mean that your charm will win me over. You'll go to the Clave. I don't need that."

He raised his eyebrows, a sly smirk coming to his lips. "You think I'm pretty, do you?"

Her face flushed, but she rolled her eyes as a cover, not really willing to fall for his tricks.

"Why would I go to the Clave? Did you break the law?"

"No."

"Then why would I? I break the rules all of the time."
"It's too serious for you to ignore. The seriousness of the predicament could cause my expulsion from the world. I'm not ready to die. I don't even know who I really am yet."

She put her face in her hands. For a moment, she stayed like that until a hand tugged at her wrist. She looked up at Jace, curiously. His hand went under her chin pushing it upward.

"I can tell you are not the scared type," he told her. "So don't act like it. Keep your head up. You're way too beautiful for your pretty face to not be shown."

The reddening deepened in her cheeks and she nodded, only because his eyes were smolderingly beautiful. The other problem with that was that she couldn't help but let it slip.

"I overheard Jonathan talking to my aunt," she started, looking away from him. "She said something about me earning my wings and then the demon blood that was inside of me would be gone. He said that I would make an excellent demon. This part in the book fits what they were talking about perfectly, meaning that I'm an Angel whose father banished her from the heavens because someone put demon blood inside of me." Her voice had gone shaky along with the rest of her body and she felt as if she might vomit.

"You're an Angel?" he asked quietly.

"That's what I assume." She looked up at him. He'd begun looking at the book again.

"Did you read further?" She looked down, but he'd begun to read it to her. "Signa mutatio in daemonis sint ira impulsionibus cum oculis tenebrarum et an inpotentiorem exigent occidere. Multum facit ad victum eluctandae alis angeli sanguinem in ossibus seeping laudem mereri est missus angelus habeat ab terra."

"The symptoms of a change into a demon are anger impulses with the eyes of darkness and an uncontrollable urge to kill. The earning of wings takes a great deal to fight off the blood seeping in the Angel's bones and must earn the praise of the Angel he or she was sent to earth by." Her jaw set. She dared to look over at him and he was already looking up at her.

"You had an anger impulse not too long ago. Was that your first?"
She nodded. "I-I haven't had any uncontrolled killing urges."

"But your eyes did turn coal black."

Her lips began to tremble and she looked away from him. "You're going to turn me in, aren't you?"

"Who said anything about turning you in?" she looked up at him. He was smirking at her. "Your secret is safe with me." She smiled at him. "One condition though;" she frowned. "You have to trust me enough to tell me things you're not comfortable telling anyone."
"You're invasive of other people's privacy, aren't you?"
"Very much so; and you have to go to dinner with me."

She was rather taken aback by that statement. "Why?"

"I want to take you out."
She puffed her cheeks. "Fine; when?"

"Let's say whenever I want to as many times as I want to."

"You've got to be kidding."

"No, I'm not."

"…Okay. I'll…go out with you…whenever you want."

"Good deal, prin-"she shot him a look. "I mean Leigh-Ann."