I see a guy through one window who comes into a classroom with a bag of food. He passes it out, and it’s gone in no time. He puts his hands up and says something to the people still reaching out to him even though the food is gone. There’s an argument, but the man slips out of the door before it can get too heated.

The lucky ones gobble up their food as fast as they can while the others watch with an intensity that’s uncomfortable. The crowd mills around, churning until a whole new group of people stand in the prime spot near the door, probably waiting for the next batch of food.

‘What are you doing?’ asks a harsh voice.

I spin around to see two guys in camouflage holding rifles.

‘Just . . . nothing.’

‘Well, do your nothing inside where the birds can’t see you. Weren’t you listening during the orientation?’

‘I’m looking for someone. Do you know where the twins are? Dee and Dum?’

‘Yeah, right,’ says the guard. ‘Like they have time to talk to every teenage girl crying for her lost puppy. Next thing you know, you’ll be asking to see Obadiah West. Those guys have a whole camp to run. They don’t have time for stupid questions.’

I can only blink at them, probably convincing them that yes, I was planning on asking some stupid questions. They point us to the nearest door.

‘Get back to your assigned room. Someone will be bringing food as soon as they can, and you’ll be shipped to a nice hotel room when it’s dark enough to hide the envoy.’

‘Hide from what?’

They look at me like I’m nuts. ‘The angels.’ One gives the other a look that says duh.

‘But they can see in the dark,’ I say.

‘Who told you that? They can’t see in the dark. The only thing they can do better than us is fly.’

The other guard says, ‘They can hear better than us too.’

‘Yeah, whatever,’ says the first guy. ‘But they can’t see in the dark.’

‘But I’m telling you—’ I stop when Raffe taps me on the arm. He nods toward the door and begins walking. I follow.

‘They don’t know that angels can see in the dark.’ I forgot that I know things about the angels that maybe other people don’t. ‘They need to know.’

‘Why?’ asks Raffe.

‘Because people need to know that angels can see us if we ever try to’ – attack them – ‘hide in the dark.’

He eyes me as if he read my thoughts, but of course, he doesn’t need to read my mind. It’s pretty obvious why it would benefit the humans to know the angels’ powers.