“I’m an angel?” Even as I asked that, I was wondering to myself if I actually believed in them. I had thought I was a demon.
Kellan shook his head. “You’re a Nephilim.”
“What’s that?”
“Part of your blood is from a messenger, yes. Part of you is human. That’s the part that’s mine.” He spoke with the same force as before.
It stirred inside of me, but I controlled it. I wasn’t going to let it out, not when I was finally getting answers. “I’m…how…there’s a lot that I don’t understand, Kellan.”
He nodded, sympathetic. “I’m sorry. I am.” Then he looked away. “I can’t lie to you. I—”
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head abruptly. “I can’t tell you anything more. I don’t know anything more.”
I was half of a messenger. He was half of a demon. Who the hell were our parents? How did we end up
