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“My father and he never got along,” he said “Estefan was proud and aate keeper He wanted prestige He wanted power I didn’t try to stop hi to understand the world We both were”

“I didn’t know Nephilim could leave”

I couldn’t think of a single reason why so for acceptance and a family alllives, with an eternal purpose

“It doesn’t happen very often” He looked up at th But out there, we’re freaks Humans don’t take kindly to anyone different That’s e usually keep to our own kind”

I supposed that had to be true Even the humans who lived at the manor were unique and a bit odd Like my friend Laramie in the stables They’d found a home here, but most people would never understand the Nephilim

“What happened to him? To your brother?”

“He got caught up in the Spanish-Arim frown passed over Manuel’s lips “He passionately believed that Cuba should be free frorip His mind was so twisted with hate that when he fell in with the wrong people, they easily convinced hio He wouldn’t listen”

The Spanish-Ao It still felt crazy that so thirty could be over two hundred years old Even Gabe was nearing two hundred It was easy to forget

I dropped ed “What, did he fall in with some demons?”

“No, which makes it even harder to s” He stood up and stared across the grass “No, my brother made his own decision to do evil He helped sink a US ship in Cuba Killed nearly three hundred innocent people Started a war that killed race I could find in the whole thing was that he didn’t make it out alive”

My jaw dropped “He died?”

Manuel nodded, his face stricken “Killed, by his own evil deeds No doubt, he thought he’d receive falory for his terrorist actions Instead, he was trapped in the explosion and a hundred years later, no one even remembers his name No one, except for me”

I looked down at ht to have, but at least my mother was inhabited by a demon Any evil she did could be blamed on the deceiver inside her Manuel’s brother hadon your shoulders

“I’m sorry,” I whispered

He returned to the bench beside me “Me, too”